Monday, October 20, 2008

Six Random Facts

I guess my friend, Holly, didn't think I was random enough on this thing. She tagged me to name six random facts about myself. (By the way, Holly, now that you've exposed yourself as a master cookie maker, I'm going to be expecting some handouts.)

For better or worse, here they are:

1. When I was little, I hated ... and I mean HATED ... any wrinkles or folds in my socks when I had them on. They would always inevitably bunch up in my shoes, and it drove me crazy (OCD much?). As a result, I spent about 5 minutes each morning yanking those puppies as tight as I could before slipping them into my shoes. The result? The knee-high tube socks my mom bought me (so I could wear them forever while I shot up like a weed) quickly became thigh-highs. The saddest part? I didn't even notice and spent my days in elementary school wandering around the playground with what looked like tights on. I'm just glad there are no blackmail pictures out there ...

2. Some mornings, especially during the winter, I just stand under the shower for a few extra minutes. I will have already finished with the soap, but I can't bear to turn off the water and grab my towel.

3. I like to watch Gilmore Girls. This was my confession on Mindi's blog a little while ago, but I figure it still counts. My wife got me to start watching it, and now I can't stop. It's hilarious, and I don't care if the entire male gender looks down on me. I have a feeling that most of them are just afraid to admit they like it too.

4. I would rather eat a plate of fudge than drink a Slurpee any day of the week. My wife is the exact opposite. We've decided that people typically like rich flavors or sweet flavors. She can barely finish a piece of chocolate cake and after three sips of a Slurpee, I'm done. In contrast, she can down an entire Slurpee in 5 minutes, and I often embarrass myself when everyone can't finish their dessert and I'm about to start licking my plate.

5. I can't grow facial hair. I think my face still thinks its 12, because the only thing that comes in is peach fuzz. Back in the day, it was a little embarrassing, since growing a scraggly beard was a status symbol in high school. Now, I love it. I can go without shaving for a couple days and no one notices. It reminds me of The Suburban Juggernaut's post about his Crocs (it's hilarious). He feels like he's beating the system when he wears them, and I feel like I'm pulling one over on humanity when I step out of the house looking clean shaven, even though a razor hasn't touched my face for a day and a half.

6. I have musical instrument ADD. I started piano lessons when I was 8 years old. After that, it was percussion, trombone, violin, cello and viola. The question you're all dying to ask: Can you still play them? With the exception of piano, Heck No. I wish I was that good. I'm not. Having me play these instruments today would be like trying to get a toddler to do calculus. It's just not going to happen. Maybe someday when I'm independently wealthy, all the kids are out of the house and my brain still works like it did when I was in college. Translation: Not in this lifetime.

Those are my six. Now that I've stolen two minutes of your life that you'll never get back, have a great day!


Becky said...

welcome to the blogosphere! i'm excited about this!

Hane-nahMarie said...

Hey I have a friend (who's a guy) and we caught him watching gilmore girls in his room. And then later that week wet old him to watch Meet Joe Black with us, and he siad, "naw, it's to chic flicky for me. " And I thought, 'hmmmmm?'
I'll tell him he has a fellow male Gilmore Girls fan.
And of course you can read my blog any day. I'm glad I know about yours now.

Nathan said...

I'm glad there's another one out there. It's a hilarious show, and I think the guys who avoid it are missing out.

trublubyu said...

what? your toddler doesn't do calculus? ours does.

No Cool Story said...


Oh no please, please please tell me there's a picture somewhere! ;)

Nathan said...

Oh, if I had one, I'm sure I would share it, just for the comedic value. They're even more grotesque because my shorts were hand-me-downs from my brothers. They were those running shorts with the slits in the sides. One word: HIDEOUS.

I'm just glad I was oblivious, or I could really be scarred by the experience.