5 Things About Me
I’ve been tagged by skysearcher to do the 5 Thing meme – so now I “have to” share 5 things you don’t know about me. This is more than a little challenging since some of “you” have known me almost exactly 26 years. Which is longer than some of “you” have been around. Let’s give it a go….
- Okay, I have known my best-friend for 26 years and 1 week. Here’s how we met: I had completed my first week of driver’s ed and being a keener I took my book with me to my regular babysiting gig on Saturday night. But I forgot it. So the next day I went over to pick it up. Answering the door was this cute boy and all I could think was “Oh crap! There goes my babysitting gig!” And I was right.
- OH! My best-friend is a guy! That counts as another one right? Most people think that is odd (which I think is really odd…) I’m counting it! Now don’t go thinking When Harry Met Sally on me. God, that movie pissed me off. Think more… um… some movie where a girl finds out she has a brother. (Why does that search bring up so many results that finish with “who is also insane”? No, don’t answer that!)
- I always have a hard time with the Myers-Briggs personality test. I sit firmly on the fence between E/I and T/F categories depending on how the test is given, the questions are phrased and how detailed the evaluation is. (And likely my mood that day.) I threw one session leader into hair-pulling frustration when he asked what I would do if I found a wounded deer in the woods as a way to break the Thinking/Feeling tie. Without intending to be difficult, I found a way to answer that covered both response patterns. There’s never been a questions about the N&P part though.
- Let’s see… what can I say for #4? I often forget names, but I have a horrendously good memory for all the little intimate tidbits that people share with me, (and I work really hard at not sharing them). I knew my friend had found the right man when she told him he should just ask me about her university years.
- 5 – hummm… oh, I started traveling by myself when I was 5. Which leads into the story of the Born-Again-Christian-Lady forcing the little-girl-travelling-alone-on-the-airplane to convert mid-flight. I think she called it “Joining The Mile High Club”. Even at the time I knew she’d gotten that one wrong!
So, how about you? Consider yourself tagged if you read this entire thing. Give me a good tidbit or two!
Listen girlfriend, I read the whole thing. But I’m not doing the meme because I already did it and tagged you! So now I know something else about you – you don’t read my blog! xox
hrmmm…I see you reference both me and my dad in the opening statement…
And Ewww! My dad?? Cute??? haha…
So now you need to know something about me…hrmmm…
1-I won 3rd place in an engineering design competition yesterday…we built a bridge out of popsicle sticks… it held 250 lbs before breaking…
2-I don’t know…don’t know what my dad tells you so umm…I am an expert procrastinator because it NEVER screws me over in the slightest…
Which reminds me..I’ve got 2 assignments to finish tonight haha..Cheers!
Your best friend is a guy!? Weirdo!
🙂
Interesting Myers-Briggs tidbit… I also had a workshop experience where the facilitator completely misread me, so I made a point to prove her wrong after that and drove her crazy. I’ve always been a bit skeptical about the process – and fascinated… I recently discovered I must be an “E”, but I’ve always hung around with “I”s and thought I was one, too. So I guess that makes me a really introverted extrovert.
m.tinto – ack! Caught!
Morgan – who says that was a reference to you two? Okay, it was. But I didn’t out you as my god-brat did I? Oops.
re: cute – he was. Not my type, but he certainly hit it off with many of my friends. Boy, do I have stories… (see factoid #5)
re: what your dad tells me – assume nothing. Congrats!!!
Ron&Melvin – I know. I’m a freak!
skysearcher – facilitators – aren’t they a joy? So sure they are right that they stop listening. My first experience w/ Myers-Briggs has left me fascinated with the process of personality evaluation, but it’s only really worth what you are willing to take from it when viewed with a slightly-cynical eye.