Okay, Shelley, you tagger! You asked for it, you got it, 7 random things about me.
1. I totally fell this morning and gave myself a strawberry or raspberry or whatever fruit you grew up calling it, on my knee, just like a 4 year-old. I expect a giant bruise to follow. I've said it before and I'll say it again- stairs and me- we don't go. I’m not an overly klutzy person most of the time, but for some reason stairs seem to have it in for me. I misjudged one step in the semi-darkness this morning (that's all we have in our house, one step down into the living room). I was half asleep, getting ready to take the doogles out, and *thud!* I completely ate it.
1a. I totally fell the night before my 25th birthday (also by missing a step on hardwood floors, this time during a black out) and broke two bones in my right foot (4th and 5th metatarsals), which resulted in foot surgery the next day and being in a cast and on crutches for 4 months. I still have a metal plate and three screws in my foot as souvenirs. (And no, I don't set off metal detectors at the airport.)
2. I still write letters- as in actually write, by hand and with a pen and paper, actual letters- to the first friend I made in college. Actually, we met during freshman orientation, the summer before our freshman year. We lived together for part of our second year, but then she transferred to a college on the east coast (where she now teaches). We've kept up with each other, mostly via handwritten cards and letters, ever since. Though we both know what email is, we discussed our shared love of handwritten letters long ago, and have continued corresponding this way ever since. We don't see each other very often, but I still feel close to her because of our correspondence. I just received a card from her yesterday. It made my day.
3. I travel with my own pillow. Nothing against all the other pillows of the world, but I just like having my own. Unfamiliar beds can be less than comfortable; having my pillow from home helps.
4. Along the same lines, hotel bedspreads totally gross me out. I'm not a serious germophobe or anything, but I saw a story on Dateline or one of those shows once and oh the grossness that lives on those things! Yuck! The first thing I do upon entering a room is strip the bed of the bedspread and promptly toss it in the closet where it shall remain for the duration of my stay.
5. I love Crayola crayons. The smell of crayons brings back fond memories of childhood when I would draw and color for hours on end. Colored pens are fun, too, but there’s just something especially nostalgic for me about the Crayolas. I like to keep older crayons in one big bin that you have to sift through to find the colors you want. (Note to self: Find a way to incorporate crayon usage more in my everyday life.)
6. I like my hands. I have the same hands as my mom and her mom. This brings me great joy. I miss them both very much, but I am reminded of them when I look at my hands. I feel like my hands hold a piece of history. They make me proud.
7. I am currently in a quandary over what to do with my hair. I like it short, but it's so much easier to deal with when it's long. When it's short, I have to have it trimmed more often (otherwise I go crazy- last week, pre-trim, I wanted to kill it- if it were possible to kill hair) and I have to actually do stuff to style it, whereas when it's long, nothing! And being the low maintenance gal that I am, the long, "do nothing with" hair style is much more my speed. And, I miss being able to put it up. Problem is, now that its been trimmed and is cute once again, I don't know what to do. I just know I can't do this forever, but I hate that "growing out" process, Feel free to offer up your opinion if you happen to have one.
Okay, so I don't know how amusing that was to read, but it was random, you can give me that! Happy Wednesday!
9 comments:
I love the smell of crayons fresh out of the box because of trips to Binney & Smith as a child... I also travel with my own pillow and ditch the comforter. My husband thought I was crazy until I asked him how many times he was in a hotel and saw the comforters on the maids cart.
Will you stop falling down stairs, woman!
I can't believe you were 25 when that happened, doesn't it feel like just a couple of years ago?
Every fall when grade school began my Dad would buy my sister and me each a new box of Crayolas. It became a family joke, and he then continued doing it through high school and college. That crayon smell always reminds me of my Dad, childhood and the promise of new beginnings.
Thanks for sharing the random!
I think your hair looks cute short! I do understand wanting a hairstyle that is easy to manage, however.
I'm with you on the hotel bedspreads. Eww...
I loved the comment about your hands. I feel the same way about mine. They're not that pretty, but they're a connection to my mother and grandmother, and that's pretty cool.
Ah, the hair conundrum! I am going through one myself. I want to cut it shorter, but have a feeling that I would regret it later... I go back and forth by the hour!
Stairs give me trouble too :)
I've fallen up stairs. :-D
I love your random things, especially the letter-writing, which we have in common. Mostly I write to my Grandma, but also to a couple of old friends. Re: Short hair. I have a similar quandary. My solution is to make the next hair appointment (for 2 months hence) upon leaving the salon. Also, since I have curly hair, washing my hair less often has resulted in MUCH more manageable & good-lookin hair, even when it needs a trim.
I'm back! (a couple days early) Ahh...I too can relate about falling. I have three big, ugly bruises on my right knee (the first bruise from knocking into a wooden chair in my classroom after my last final exam, and the other two from slipping in the river during my hike...
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