Now that turkey day is behind me, it’s time to get back to my personal challenge. Here are a few quick randoms about yours truly. I don’t think I’ve put these out before. I gotta start organizing these posts better….note to self.
1. As a kid,I suffered with spontaneous nosebleeds.
It started when I was 2 years old. I used to pray that it would end because, I didn’t want people to see my nose bleeding and think I snorted cocaine. It stopped when I was 18 and I was so happy but,
my kids inherited the same condition.
2. I type about 90 words per minute.
When I was in high school, I wanted to become a court reporter so, I took typing.
After high school, I went to Delgado College and entered the secretarial studies program. I didn’t become a court reporter but, I’m glad I went through the program. I was able to land more than a few jobs because of my skills AND…it makes keyboarding a breeze!
3. When I was 13, my mom sent me to Barbizon School of Modeling.
No, not because she wanted me to become a model.
It was because, I was such a darned tomboy that, she wanted me to learn some girly-girl stuff.
When you have a daughter that can scale a fence faster than the boys,shoot some mean marbles and throw a spiral football…it’s time to introduce some girly-girl stuff.
4. Around the house, NavySeal calls me “buns.”
Even though I’m petite, I got junk in the trunk. I remember when I was young my mom would tell me, “girl, look at yourrr BUTT!” As if I could actually turn my head to look at it…jeez.
I recently had someone yell, “say lil Shawty,you got a nice booty yeah” at me ….who does that? I guess he does.
5. My son and I have dance offs.
He and I compete against one another flexing and stuff. It’s time for me to pass the torch. I ain’t hanging up my dancing shoes, I just can’t flex and pop lock like I used to *sigh*…he wins. For those who don’t know what flexing and popping is..
YES. I. CAN. DO.THIS!
6. I can dance really, really…really well. I seem to be having trouble with the Dougie though… I must be getting old.
7 . My daughter and I have girls night. I spend the night in her room and
she’ll we’ll stay up all night talking about her favorite subject,
BOYS, BOYS AND MORE BOYS.
8. I can sit on the floor in a “W.” In fact, that’s what they call it… “w-sitting.” Here’s the position,
I remember when everyone wanted to “fix” us lefties too. Trying to force us to use our right hand when we were born to be lefties.
I’ve been w-sitting since I could sit upright and I’ll be 49 in a few months.
I ran track ( cross-country and sprint), was on a gymnastics team and had vaginal births for both of my kids without needing one stitch afterwards.
With Yellow Jacket, I dilated from 2 to 10 centimeters in 40 minutes!
Nothing was ever wrong with my legs or my pelvic area. Leave those babies alone…it’s comfortable sitting like that.
I was the odd ball in the family….only girl, only lefty, only one with spontaneous nosebleeds, only one to sit in the “w” shape.
I’m so glad my parents just let me be me.