• I have ten brothers and sisters. It’s pretty friggin’ amazing.
• I had (have?) post-partum depression, like really bad. Was diagnosed as clinical depression a.k.a. Major Depressive Disorder and put on 3 different types of meds- all of which had horrible effect on my body. I’m not on meds at the moment…but that could change at any time.
• I get super nervous when I drive under an overpass- every time, doesn’t matter how many times I do it. I worry it’s gonna collapse. My heart always skips a beat.
• I have a love of even numbers. Odd numbers are stupid.
• I watch a lot of murder/mystery/”I was kidnapped and raped and murdered and now my family is looking for my killer”- type shows on Dateline, 20/20 and Investigation Discovery (only the best channel ever made). I usually scare the piss out of myself and have trouble sleeping after that.
• I have a preference for white wine.
• I have a touch issue. I don’t like to hug, hold hands, and for the love of God please don’t stand too close to me. Personal space, people! (It’s a wonder I’m married, really.)
• I have a preference for red candy. Red M&M’s, Red Starbursts, Red Skittles, Red Now & Laters, Red Lollipops. Yup, I’m a colorist and I am prejudiced against other candy colors.
• When I’m really, really mad- I clean.
• Speaking of cleaning, I am very perplexed by the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. Seriously? How does that thing work?!
• I listen to music really loud. Like, really loud. The only exception is when my daughter is in the car. I don’t want her to be deaf like me.
• I’m a sneaker and jeans kinda girl. Don’t get it twisted, though, I clean up well.
• I hate surprises. Just tell me and no one will get hurt.
• I think nose picking is fuckin’ disgusting!
• I do not eat egg yolk. And it is not for health reasons- I think egg yolk tastes horrible! I fry my eggs white only and when I boil an egg, I throw the yolk away. I’ll only eat egg yolk if it is mixed in for some sort of recipe.
• I have a hard time trying new foods and prefer to stick to the basics of pasta, rice, fish, chicken, fries, potatoes, carbs, carbs, carbs…
• I think cursive is the stupidest thing we were ever made to learn in school as I only use it when signing my name on something like a receipt or check… just sayin’.
• I’m not very creative, though I like to pretend I am. I’m not crafty, though I can crochet. If I need somethin’ pretty or crafty-looking, I’ll probably buy it.
• I love to read, especially children’s books. Must be the teacher in me.
• I love taking photos. My dream is to own a snazzy DSLR camera, maybe when I pay off my bills.
• I’m a bit of a germaphobe. My classroom is filled with Lysol spray and Clorox wipes and I spray and wipe it down almost daily. I hate dirty bathrooms and mystery shit under the toilet seat- makes me wanna barf. Oh and hair on the toilet seat? Blah!
• I do not like feet. At all. Unless they are my children’s cute feet. I hate water parks because all I can think of are dirty, wet feet everywhere with germs. Thank goodness for water shoes.
• Although I’m not the world’s best speller, I’d like to think I am and get super frustrated when I read something with misspelled words or incorrect usage of a word. i.e. I like to write in all capitol letters. (The capitol is a place, capital is what you should use in this instance).
• I wish I was 2 inches taller. Just two… that’s not too much to ask, right?
• I also have an issue with incorrect use of the apostrophe. Especially when it comes to possessive nouns. (i.e. Sues shirt vs. Sue’s shirt)
• Helping other people is so important to me. I’ve done a lot of volunteer work in the past and hope to get more involved in helping others again.
• I love technology. I love using it and learning about new things. Especially when it comes to using it in the classroom with my students.
• I’ve been told that I’m eternally miserable. Some say I’m pessimistic, I say I’m realistic. I’m really okay with this.
• I’m addicted to tattoos.
• I’m addicted to social media.
• I don’t talk to people I don’t know when out in public, that’s dumb. For example: Don’t friggin’ talk to me when I’m standing in line in front of you at the store ’cause the line is long. I DON’T KNOW YOU! I know, it’s mean. I’m sorry. On the other hand, if you wanna talk to me on Twitter? I love talking to strangers there.
• Oh and I’m right and you’re wrong. Always.

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