Beautiful flowers aren’t they?
Getting flowers always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy — well, these flowers came with instructions.
I was looped conned asked to do a post where I had to reveal three things about myself that no one (or hardly anyone) knows, by my good friend — Judy Clement Wall. Oh boy… my favorite type of game (note the sarcasm). But, on the plus side, once I’m finished you must respond and reveal three things about yourself to the rest of us. Then I’m going to point you in the direction of some other blogs and see if they’ll play along as well. Who knows what knowledge we’ll all acquire before this thing ends!
So, my turn:
- I am not a drink sharer — with anyone. I’m not a germiphobe or anything, it’s just that the thought of drinking after someone really really makes me cringe in horror. Now, if my kids are thirsty, and there is no other option, I will give them my drink — give. It becomes their’s and I have to locate a new one. If it’s girls night out (yes — I know, I’m not sure what that is either) and we all order some exotic fruity Caribbean drinks that you assume I will let you taste — no. Wow, I feel so much better after that big reveal — let’s continue.
- I’m infected by the “maleness” gene. (I know your curiosity’s all sparked at this.) There’s a Simon Baron-Cohen quote that I repeat in almost every training I do, “Autism is the ultimate form of maleness”. I think this really sums up autism to those who know little about it. Think about the difference between two girl friends going to a movie together as opposed to two guy friends going to a movie together (you know, the guys need to have that safety seat between them — and absolutely no sharing of popcorn). I’ve always been a bit of the athletic type (ok, so I played every sport available to me), this usually meant I was around boys (I always liked beating them the most). So, inadvertently, the maleness left its mark on my psyche. While other girls had Barbie’s, I always had some sort of ball. My mother was constantly dressing me in ruffles and black patent shoes (I still become ever so queasy at the memory of those outfits). The maleness manifested in me as a lack of girly abilities. You know, like the ability to enjoy a shopping trip when you know you aren’t going to buy anything. Or the ability to gaze longingly at a shoe because you know they’ll just hurt your feet later — those important girly abilities. But, I’m learning. Learning that sappy can be good and shopping can be fun (with the right company). I even found myself gazing longingly at a shoe yesterday (yes Mother, a pair of Converse… but, they are black). Ok — that’s two. One more.
- I don’t really like wine. I wish I did — really. Sometimes, if I’m at a party or out to dinner I drink it just to look hip. I want to be that person who loves a good glass of wine — they always look so sophisticated — they know the difference between sweet and dry and full-bodied. So, I keep wine at my house — just to impress people. And I make a point to have really good wine too — of course, I have to rely on others to tell me what really good wine is. So, when you come to my house, I’ll pour you a glass — and when you say how good it is and don’t I just love it, I’ll nod in agreement.
Ok, I really feel better after that. Now, I want to point everyone in the direction of a few other blogs to whom I will pass the beautiful bouquet:
- Tracey Cook Hodge, she has a unique blog, Picture This, where she exhibits the beauty of everyday life through her lens. I can’t wait until summer, when I can get her to take some pictures for me.
- Lori Browning, she is such a genuine person. Her blog, The Incredible Woody, is a personal account of her daily journey’s.
- And finally, my newest friend, Jennifer Mendelsohn. Her blog, Clever Title TK, always makes me laugh and learn. You should visit it.
Now it’s your turn. Play along and reveal three secret things about yourself — it won’t hurt, I promise.