I know this is pretty chintzy grabbing the same meme twice. I’m already fretting over this month and I’m only three days into it. Several opportunities to travel are on the horizon, two are almost guaranteed, two more are possibilities, and one is a complete unknown, and there’s a menial trip to the dentist. I’m not complaining, these are good problems to have, but I guess I shouldn’t call a an opportunity a problem.

Okay eight interesting, weird, normal things:

1. When the Mister and I moved in together, he wanted a Christmas tree. I had never bothered with decorations during my single years, and he lost his decorations in his divorce. I collected Altoid tins so we’d have stuff to hang on the tree. Mints and sours. Eventually any small decorative item became fair game. People still save them for me.
2. I don’t spend much time cooking, but I hardly ever prepare food from a can or a cardboard box. I use lots of fresh produce and grill often. I don’t keep much processed food either. I don’t have anything against it, but I feel better when I eat fresh vegetables. I guess I’m doing penance for all the chicken strips, french fries, and ice cream I ate when I was single.
3. After two margaritas at a Mexican restaurant, I get tipsy enough to speak to the waiters in Spanish. I was required to take Spanish for two years in high school, but I can’t seem to remember it when I’m sober. “Uno mas, por favor” is the extent of my sober Spanish.
4. In the eight years the Mister and I have been together, We have only gone on two vacations in which I have not been on my period. Two. We travel fairly often. I even tried planning around the damn thing. It has a mind of its own, and shows up too early or too late. I know there are pills for this. but giving mother nature the finger makes me a little nervous.
5. I didn’t try sneaking out of the house until I was twenty-two. I was home from college on Spring Break. It might not qualify as sneaking out when you are over the age of consent, but my Mom was still paying my expenses, so by her standards, I was still subjected to her rules. I snuck out because he had a flat tire and couldn’t sneak over. I didn’t get caught, but the baggage was not worth it…
6. When I was working, I gently jabbed my boss in the stomach after his hernia surgery. I didn’t know he had the surgery. He started it. He wrapped one arm around in a headlock, and delivered the mock adolescent punch to the stomach. I returned the favor but not as lightly, because I refuse to fight like a girl. He cried uncle…literally. I managed to hold onto the job a few more years. For those of you thinking, hmmm sexual harassment. Yes, but that wasn’t the incident or the offender.
7. I love music. It is a source of sanity. I am convinced I would have left my last job two years earlier if I had not been allowed to stream in audio from the internet. I often engage in music lyric philosophy. I never listen to the radio in my car except for NPR or cd’s. I don’t care for much of mainstream music, and prefer variety.
8. I took three years of ballet as a kid. It didn’t do me a damn bit of good in the grace department. I am agile, but I was never very coordinated when I was younger. I was a late bloomer. My brother was shocked to learn I could catch a football in my thirties. Mocked by a forty year old man with a spare tire.