C has nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award!
* Post the award on your site.
* Share seven things about yourself.
* Nominate up to fifteen other bloggers.
Ooh, boy. Decisions, decisions. …. Aww, crud. Once again, I know it isn’t in the spirit of the award, but if you’re a follower of mine, or if your site is linked in my sidebar, or if you’re reading this, consider yourself nominated, and feel free to partake!
SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME:
And I will try to keep them short this time!
1. I mentioned before that both Older Sister and I went to three different high schools in our four years of high school. This is very true. And our high school journeys took the same path – we each spent our freshman years at one high school, spent our sophomore and junior years at another high school, and spent our senior years at another high school. So we only attended our respective alma maters for one year. *shrug* Well, that’s just the way the cookie crumbled.
2. I cannot stand the smell of gasoline! The rest of my family members don’t mind it; in fact Older Sister loves the smell. Me, I cannot stand it. Some days, it makes me feel so nauseous!
3. The most rebellious thing I’ve ever done in my life was to take part in a ‘walk-out’ during seventh grade. For the life of me, I cannot remember what the walk-out was for. I just remember my friends and I walking quickly down the hall, almost in a heap we were so closely bunched together, giggling hysterically. We got caught before we made it outside, but even the teachers who caught us were laughing, and so we didn’t get in any sort of trouble for it. The whole thing was really stupid. I wish I could remember what it was for!
4. A while back, I made the mention of a ‘three-and-a-half-hour crying jag’ in a particular post. That was not just an arbitrary number. When I was a junior in high school, I chanced upon a short story called “The Public Hating,” by an author named Steve Allen. I’m supposed to say ‘THE Steve Allen,’ as he was quite the television personality, as well as being a prolific writer (plus, Mom and Dad were both like “Oh, the Steve Allen?” when I told them about this story). Well, sixth hour gym class was canceled one day, and so it was a massive study hall instead. Thank god for that, because I would never have been able to explain away my hysterics. Go figure – if sixth hour started at about 2:05, and it took about ten minutes to read that story, and the tears started immediately afterwards, and didn’t stop, and my parents didn’t get home from work until about 5:30, 5:45, which is about when the tears finally stopped….yes, that makes for about a three-and-a-half-hour crying jag. All because of a story! Behold the power of the written word. (If you feel compelled to find and read “The Public Hating,” well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I personally haven’t read that story since, but it’s a story one doesn’t easily forget.)
5. Speaking of tears. I have a strange ‘talent,’ as it were, in that I can cry on command. Well, to a degree. It might take me a couple minutes, but I can do it. Actually, it’s surprisingly easy.
6. Thanks to a couple blog friends – C and Olivia RT – I’m somewhat on the verge of a fashion revolution. I want to try all new types of outfits, and experiment with my hair, and try to wear all different colors. I even want to try to find some makeup; I did a Google search for the best makeup to wear if one is allergic, and a couple sites suggested Physicians Formula, which our local Wal-Mart carries. Hooray! As they say, ‘part of feeling good is looking good.’ And, well, I guess I should try that. I ordered some colorful and different-style shirts from jcpenney’s recently. And I did make up one new favorite outfit, with two shirts I got from Kohl’s:
The long ties on the front of the blue shirt are actually meant to be worn like a scarf:
And, if you look really closely, I’m wearing my frog necklace and matching frog earrings; what you can’t see is I’m also wearing a matching frog ring. I love frogs!
This particular outfit I wore last week for the office’s casual Friday (on March 1st). I love casual Fridays!
7. Ooh, speaking of Fridays! This doesn’t relate to any Friday in particular, it’s more weather-related. I’m waiting for the perfect day to explain to you a phenomenon I like to call a ‘Good Friday day.’ Stay tuned!