Fun Friday–Eight Random Facts about Me
I’ve seen this meme on several other peoples’ blogs. Feel free to use it on yours.
I hate peas. Pretty much every kind except field peas and black-eyed peas that haven’t been cooked to death. I hate green (English) peas most. There are certain beans I won’t touch either, like lima beans, navy beans, and black beans. And are lentils peas or beans? Oh, I think they’re legumes. So I guess I don’t like legumes, ’cause I don’t like lentils either.
I drive an Oldsmobile. Didn’t picture me as an Olds kind of chick, did ya? But it’s actually a cute car—an Intrigue with leather, sun roof, CD and cassette, dual climate zone thermostat-type AC/heat, etc. Well . . . now that it’s almost nine years old, the sun roof doesn’t open any more, the leather is looking a little worn out, and the cassette player decided to stop working—with the first tape of Mansfield Park stuck in it. But it was a really nice car when I bought it.
I sang in a southern Gospel quartet for two years. We only did a few concerts here in the Middle Tennessee area, but I had so much fun with those guys that just getting together and practicing was all we really needed.
I love action movies and typically have to be dragged kicking and screaming to “romantic comedies,” chick-flicks, and obvious tear jerkers. Anyone see The Notebook? I hated it. The Bourne Ultimatum? I went to see it opening day and would have gone again multiple times over the last month if my back hadn’t gone out two days after it opened.
I’m not “trendy.” I don’t do something simply because it’s trendy or because everyone else is doing it. I never have and I never will. (Uh, hello . . . I’m probably the only thirty-six-year-old who drives an Oldsmobile.) There have been times I’ve actually avoided things simply because everyone else was ga-ga for it. For example, I didn’t start watching ER until after it had been on for several years—simply because everyone I worked with talked about it all the time, and it actually gave me a little bit of pleasure to say, “Oh, I don’t watch that show.” I don’t always do this—after all, I am addicted to one of the biggest trend shows, LOST . . . I actually have the first two seasons on DVD and preordered season three the day it went up for sale on Amazon (it doesn’t release until December). I’m not a “label” shopper—which is a good thing, because at my size, there really are only two “labels”—Avenue or Lane Bryant. I buy what I like, what’s comfortable, and what looks reasonably good on me.
I’ve lived in six different cities in my life. Baton Rouge, Louisiana (age 0-1). Anchorage/Ft. Richardson, Alaska (age 1-4). White Sands Missile Range, New Mexico (age 4). Las Cruces, New Mexico (age 4-18). [Baton Rouge again, age 18-21.] Chantilly, Virginia (age 21-25). Nashville, Tennessee (age 25-present).
I’ve only visited one foreign country. Mexico. When we lived in New Mexico, we would take occasional trips down to Juarez, Mexico. Then, when I was at LSU, I went on a spring break mission trip to Cuernavaca, Mexico in 1992. I don’t even have a passport.
I don’t want kids. Now I know those of you reading this are thinking, Oh, she just says that because she doesn’t have any. No, I REALLY don’t want kids. I love my niece and nephews and enjoy spending time with them because I have a vested interest in their lives. Being around any other kids really bothers me. And I’ve tried—I worked summer day camp and after-school care the first year I was in college. That only served to confirm that I never want children of my own, and that I needed to choose a major other than Education (though I was majoring in Secondary not Elementary—but still, point received, major changed).
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LOL, it gave you pleasure to say you didn’t watch it. That’s a hoot. I can see I’m sort of the same way.
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Guess what? I have TWO Oldsmobiles! LOL I have a 1996 Olds Delta 88 (Which I LOVED until…) I got my new Olds Silhouette minivan.
And I’m with you, trendy is so…cliche! 🙂
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Trendy is totally overrated.
I’ll eat your English peas! I LOVE English peas. I got banned from picking them one year because I’d eat more than went into my bucket… But I don’t like lima beans or butter beans.
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Great. Now I know to sit next to you, Rachel, if they serve peas at the conference!
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I’m with you on the trendy thing. Not! I’ve lived in 5 cities.
And at some point, I’d like to talk with you about that last as a character in my wip that’s on hold for early next year is of the same mindset. If you’d be willing.
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This is a horrible way to start any comment, but:
I know what I want to say may have the potential to offend, so I want to say up-front that’s not my intent. I don’t know you well enough to know if these things are taboo, but since *you* brought it up, I’ll stick my neck out.
(Amen on the peas et. al. I can enjoy sweet peas fresh from the pod, and that’s about it. And I always pick the kidney beans out of my mom’s taco salad before I’ll take the first bite. She’s never been able to change me, but now I’m married to a man who will mix them onto his plate, so she’s stopped complaining.)
I’ve heard that the point of RomComs is to allow the viewer to relive the emotional charge or thrill of their own “falling moment.” While You Were Sleeping was the only RomCom I “got” or enjoyed before I was engaged. Do you think your own being single affects your tastes?
And (surely you knew this was coming?) I think you’ll find when you’re married that the idea of children needn’t be as repulsive as all that.
I’m another one of those that didn’t want to go into education–b/c I didn’t want to deal with those issues– and have a friend who was forced to run her step-mother’s in-home day care when she was 15 or 16 (that’s a story) and who *knew* she’d never have kids.
But she was fortunate enough to meet several families in one church with well-behaved children and was able to see young children’s behavior for what it is: reflecting more on the parents than the children.
And we both have kids that we have no reason to be embarrassed to share with the public.
I don’t think everyone is called to have children. But I think there are very few people who mature fully without them.
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No offense taken, Amy. I think, aside from the fact that I’m just plain uncomfortable around little kids (once they’re over the age of 11 or so, I’m fine with them), the reason I don’t want to have kids is because I know I won’t be a good mother. And yes, that probably stems from a certain amount of immaturity on my part. It definitely stems from a certain level of selfishness. (Heck, at this point in my life, after living alone for eleven years, I’m not sure I’ll even be a good wife–but that I’m at least willing to try.)
In recent years, I’ve come to believe that the reason God has kept me single for so long is that He either plans for me to marry so late in life that having children is out of the question or that He’s planned for me to marry someone who already has a child or two (though that usually makes me shriek and run in the opposite direction). If He does plan for me to marry a man who already has children, I know that I’ll fall in love with the kids as well as the man. I’m not saying I don’t like all kids. Just little kids–needy little ankle-biters.
The thought of being pregnant is not only not appealing to me but would most likely cause me extreme pain if not injury due to the back problems I have. There are other issues I have with the whole pregnancy/infants/nursing/diapers thing . . . which probably aren’t appropriate to post on my blog because they’re just my opinion/feelings and I don’t want to offend anyone either.
It may come as a surprise after all of that, but I do actually have on my life list that if I’m still single when I’m 40 (in 4 years), and if I’m much more financially secure than I am now (paycheck-to-paycheck, basically, as I got a late start on my career), I will look into adopting an older child (older as in seven or eight—not a teenager). That is only if God has changed my outlook and heart by then.
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OH–and I totally forgot to add . . . the irony of my whole diatribe above is that I’m currently writing a novel where one of the POV characters is a young woman who’s been married for years but they can’t have children and that’s all she can think about. She’s trying to talk her husband into a foreign adoption, and he’s using her desire to adopt to try to coerce her into moving from a tiny, country town back to a big city so that he can be a big-shot advertising exec again.
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My mind’s always jumping ahead. I thought you were about to say the husband was going to try and get her to agree to a foster-adoption (more/different work than her desire). I’m such a girl. How many guys would be thinking like that!?
Speaking of “needy little ankle-biters” I wanted to share one more link. It was such an eye-opener to me to write it.
“What does dependency look like?” (As in, you know, we’re always being exhorted to “depend” on God, right?)
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I like peas but hate lima and butter beans with a passion. It cracks me up that my mom still can’t remember this. She’ll make them and after 33 years she still asks “Since when don’t you like lima beans?” Uh since never. . .
As for the kid thing, I have a high respect for people who know they don’t want kids and they stick to their guns so to speak. Being a child of a not so happy home growing up, I’d rather a person be sure and truly commited to the idea of parenting instead of just giving in to the other party. Ya know? Parenting is really hard and if a person isn’t in love with the idea of being a parent then it’s even tougher.
But good for you for being open to whatever changes God brings your way. 😉
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When I was little, I would eat lima beans and navy beans the way my dad did—drowned in ketchup. Then I tasted them once without the ketchup and realized I hated the beans themselves. That’s when I told my mom I didn’t want to eat them any more. It’s really more about the texture of them than anything else—that muddy-grainy texture. Yuck! But I was blessed with a mom who loves to cook and whose only rule was we had to at least try something before we were allowed to say yuck. Then when we did say yuck, we had to explain why it was yuck, which really made us think about why we did or didn’t like certain foods. And much of it for me comes down to textures.
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