Day 16 - Another picture of you
I'm not still sleepy. You're still sleepy!
This one doesn't call for more interesting facts, but I figure since this here series has turned into an introduction, why not? So here's 15 more (sort of) interesting facts about me.
1. I love to knit. I haven't been doing it very long, and it takes me FOREVER, but I'm getting the hang of it. I'm currently working on a scarf with a hood and pockets, but it's looking like it might be too short for both, so I may skip the hood. And I'm pretty sure I won't have it finished before winter is over. Bummer. Oh well. At least I'm not giving up!
2. I give up on new projects really easy. Because of my mental illness, and the impostor syndrome that comes with it, I get halfway through a project, decide everyone thinks it's dumb (even if no one has seen it), and drop it. I'm working on that. One of the goals of this brand spanking new, almost no followers blog is for me to learn to push through and keep at it even if no one ever reads it. I mean, how does one get anywhere if they drop a project the second it seems hopeless? They don't. Obviously.
3. I'm learning to paint. I loved art class in school, but I never really paid a whole lot of attention because the teacher always went through everything really quickly, and my little brain just didn't work that fast when it came to shading methods and light reflection. And also, what eight year old is capable of internalizing advanced artistic methods in thirty minutes? Not this little gray duck. Give me a math problem, or ask me to explain what my favorite book character was talking about, though, and I was good.
4. Learning to paint is freaking me out. I haven't actually put brush to canvas, yet. I've been reading and watching tutorials on the internet to try to figure out where to start. I'm used to just being good at the things I try. Picked up an instrument in sixth grade, played like I'd been playing for two years. Picked up a pencil and started to write, put down a story people liked to read. Got plopped on a baseball field, knocked the ball out of the park on the first try. So I'm terrified that I'll suck at painting, and I'll have wasted all this time for no reason. I'm still gonna give it the old college try, though. As soon as I get the balls to ruin one of the canvases that came in the kit my mom got me for Christmas.
5. I have a love affair with horror. It started when I was six. I tried to watch some Jason movie when my parents left me with a babysitter and I couldn't make it all the way through it. I became determined to toughen up, and now I'm working on learning how to write horror. I'll be posting some of it here eventually.
6. I still haven't watched the Jason movies or most of the Freddy movies. No specific reason, I just haven't gotten around to it. Maybe I ought to rectify that this year.
7. Big and I met, went on our first date, moved in together, got engaged, and got married all in the space of four months. We just celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary in December.
8. Speaking of our wedding, it cost us about $130. $50 for the ceremony, $60 for my dress, $10 for a new tie for Big, and $10 for the cake which we butchered because we were completely wasted when we made it. At the time, we were practicing pagans, and our temple was in this cute little shop in downtown Schenectady. We didn't want a big ceremony, and very few people were able to attend, so we set up our "handfasting" to happen during a weekly ritual. There was no rehearsal. We didn't make plans for a reception. We fully expected no one to turn up but my coworkers, M's best man, and his mom. So imagine our surprise when a camera crew was in attendance and 30 strangers showed up with potluck items. It's one of the best things that's ever happened to us, despite the fact that we argued in the parking lot before the ceremony. I have no desire for a do-over, or a bigger ceremony, but we may renew our vows eventually. I've already got most of the plans finalized. We just have to scrape together some cash, pick a date, and decide on a location.
9. I have an eating disorder. I've wrestled with bouts of anorexia and bulimia, but I also have a tendency to overeat to the point of feeling like I'm going to involuntarily throw up (and sometimes to the point of throwing up) when I'm depressed or anxious in an attempt to quiet the butterflies in my stomach, or fill the hole in my heart. I know that's not really how it works, and I'm getting better about it. It's rough, though. Some savory junk food is ya girl's best friend.
10. Cooking jambalaya from scratch for Big is my happy place. I used to make jambalaya from Zatarain's all the time before I met Big, but Big never wanted it. So one day, I offered to make it from scratch, and he agreed to try it. Now it's one of his favorite foods. It's my own recipe, though I did read a bunch of recipes before I put it together to get an idea of what's traditional. I'll probably share it here, eventually.
11. Not taking the trash out the night before it's picked up when the cans are full keeps me up all night. Not getting the cans out before the truck comes has been known to give me a panic attack. I really have no idea why.
12. I'm a chicken hoarder. No, really. We have at least a month's worth of chicken in the freezer. It's so full that I literally cannot fit anything else inside. On Sunday, I had to throw things away (that needed to be tossed anyway) to get some of the stuff we bought at BJ's Wholesale in. Despite this, I bought a huge package of boneless breasts. At least we won't go hungry if the temperature drops to a windchill of -28℉ again?
13. I love LOVE playing video games. Particularly survival games where you have to build a shelter, and a fire, and find food, and all of that jazz. Bonus if they're creepy or stressful and let me kill stuff like zombies or Nazis.
14. I hate winter. SO MUCH. I hate the cold. I hate the snow. I hate the salty, slushy mess. And the subzero temperatures we've had this year are freezing me to my soul.
15. I was born on April 6th, 1980, which was Easter Sunday. My great-grandmother (who I called Mom-mom my whole life, but who is not the Mom-mom in the family pictures post) called me "Bunny" until her dying day because of my birthday.
This series inspired by a writing challenge from Living Off Love and Coffee. Find the full list here.
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