Today’s prompt from the Kickin’ It Old Skool Blogathon is 10 Things About Me. This feels a little bit like the meme that went around facebook a few weeks ago where you were assigned a number and had to tell a bunch of random information about yourself, but there’s always more to reveal 😉
- I’m a HUGE Kansas City Royals baseball fan. Because I was 9 in 1985 and the Royals won the World Series. I used to listen to games on the radio with my grandpa, and to be honest, I still prefer to listen to games on the radio. The Royals break my heart every single year, but they’ve been my team for almost all my life. I can’t quit them. *sigh*
- My grandmother used to make mustard pickles when I was little, and I loved them. I have searched for a recipe that looks like them, but I can’t find one that reminds me of what I remember.
- I’m nigh on to obsessed with the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon.
- I worked at a wholesale firearms distributor when I was in college.
- I’m terrified of heights.
- I’m deathly allergic to rodents. Like anaphylactic shock allergic. Which is funny because when I was a kid, I had hamsters. Wasn’t allergic then. Only developed as an adult. Put me in a house with a hamster or a gerbil or a rabbit or mouse and within minutes I’m coughing and wheezing, with my eyes starting to swell. If I’m not out of the house and popping benadryl immediately, my throat strts to swell closed.
- I drove across the country for the first time by myself when I was 16 and had my license for less than a month. I’ve been driving long distances ever since. I think it’s in my blood; my mother was a truck driver.
- Also in my blood must be teaching. I denied I was going to be a teacher. Refused. Because my grandmother and most of her sisters and a whole bunch of cousins had been teachers and they told me from the time I was small that I was going to be a teacher too. Which irked me for some reason. I swore up and down that I wasn’t going to be a teacher, but when I got to college, it was almost an out-of-body experience where I saw my hand writing my major, almost on its own, without my direction: Secondary Education.
- I struggled with math in middle and high school, a phobia set in motion by Coach Brown in 7th grade math class. When I got to college, I had to take a class that I complained about bitterly but wound up being one of the best things ever – Freshman Experience. It was co-taught by a math professor. He and I had long conversations about math. I eventually wound up minoring in math in college and went on to acquire an emphasis in statistics in my doctoral program. Who would have ever thunk it?
- I itch. All the time. It never, ever goes away. *sigh*
Think that’s probably good, yes? How about you?