100 Things, part 1
I realized that NaBloPoMo would be a great time to try to complete that 100 things about me list that is all over the Internet. I hadn’t done it yet because finding 100 things at one sitting was daunting, and I didn’t want to have “filler” lines like some people have. So I’m just tossing out whatever comes to mind, in smaller chunks.
When this is all done, I’m sure I’ll reorganize them into a more organized list. I’m sure.
- I am the oldest of four girls.
- I exhibit every single quality of first children, both the good and the bad. (Responsibility? Absolutely. Perfectionism? You got it [actually, I got it, but you know what I mean].)
- The women in my family have moved with their families to exotic places, where they didn’t speak the language, and made a home for them there: My grandmother and grandfather moved to the Belgian Congo with my father and uncle; my mother and father moved us to the United States.
- I suppose by moving with my family to the wilds of the Midwest, I am following in their footsteps 😉
- I can’t take a bath without washing it out first. I wouldn’t be able to relax thinking about the soap scum and sloughed off skin cells and hair that would be floating in my water, otherwise.
- The only recipes I know by heart are crepe batter and pizza dough.
- The sex is much better at 40 than it was at 30.
- I have a very good memory. It gets me into trouble sometimes.
- I have a very powerful sense of smell. If I were a dog, I would probably be a bloodhound.
- I also have really sensitive ears. If something in the house is making a repetitive noise, I will hear it: in the middle of the night, down two flights of stairs, behind three stacks of boxes. I will hear it and it will drive me nuts!
- My godmother was a super cool woman, and I loved hanging out with her when I visited Belgium. She kept me sane through crazy times, even though I saw her for only 4-6 weeks a year and didn’t write or talk to her in between.
- It makes me sad to think that I’ll never be someone’s godmother, because I would have loved to share that gift of specialness to someone else.
- I love word games.
- So when I see a personalized license plate, I stew about it until I figure it out.
- I worry about Alzheimer’s, so I do the New York Times sudoku every day. It’s my brain calisthenics.
- I love making lists.
- I hate IVs. When I interviewed the obstetrician for my first pregnancy (Impera), I told him that if I were in a car accident, I would rather die in the street than be given an IV. He got the message.
- I delivered both girls vaginally, without pain killers. (Impera was 10 pounds, 4 ounces; yeah, I like to brag about that one.)
- I was the only non-Asian patient of the OB who delivered Impera. He was a young Japanese doctor, and we lived in Palo Alto (home of Stanford University) at the time. All his other patients were wives of Japanese professors/professionals who had moved to the US and wanted someone who spoke their language to deliver their baby. He was the best OB I could have had. You were great, Dr. Inouye!
- I love to sneeze.