I left yesterday's post rather unfinished--understandable, though, as I was suffering the effects of Ebola and all. I did at least manage to get through the first part of the Honest Scrap Award requirements...sort of...be sure to check out what those were here. But now I will comply with the final requirement of highlighting ten (embarrassing) facts about myself. Feel free to skip number eight.
1. I have a terrible memory. For example, I could never remember the name of a friend I saw ALL the time. Every time I would see her, I would just nod my head and pretend like I was under no obligation to call her by name, even though she clearly remembered mine. It turns out her name is...huh...ah yes--no. Ah! Carol.
1. I learned English when I was seven years old--in like four months. But before then, I used to pretend I knew how to speak English by muttering gibberish that usually sounded something like "lurdy gurdy gurdle."
2. I was born in Guayaquil, a coastal city in Ecuador, but I first lived in a town called Milagro. Translated, Milagro means "miracle," but having visited the place, I'm not sure there is anything so miraculous about it. In fact, I believe that is where my Dad acquired Typhoid. But it probably was not a smart idea to eat raw oysters from a street vendor, although my dad did survive the episode-therein lies the miracle, perhaps.
3. When I was very small, my favorite color was pink, but only in secret. My sister had informed me since pink was her favorite color, I had to choose another one. So to this day, as far as my sister knows, my favorite color is yellow.
4. My hair is naturally very curly. But I straighten it to look like normal people.
5. There are words I use in writing all the time that I don't know how to pronounce out loud. In the event that I meet you in person, I'd rather you didn't prompt me to have to say out loud any of those words, so for now, I won't tell you what they are. But if your name is Siobhan, I will always refer to you as, "Hey there...lady." I know that seems like a non sequitur, but it's not. And yes, I know how to pronounce non sequitur.
6. At one time in my life, I was a virgin. Do not laugh; it's totally possible one of the wise men looked like Santa.
7. When I was in nursery school, I was elected to be Princesita de Navidad (Little Princess of Christmas). I'm pretty sure it was rigged.
Note the "I" after my name. Talk about delusions of grandeur.
8. I have braces. Yes, the hideous metal brackets that make me look like a freakishly old fourteen year old. I got them this past September and will have to wear them for nine months. So until June, you will only see new photos of me that look like this:
Yes, it's humiliating. But it builds character. Or so I'm told. By the way, that is not my baby, but my beautiful little niece.
9. When I was in high school, I was in show choir. I'd love to post a photo for you to see. But I'm not that insane. Funny thing is, I can't really sing. Oh, the irony. Strangely enough, I won a Best Performer award at one of our competitions. Yeahhh....
If you have no idea what show choir is, here's a YouTube clip. And no, this was not my choir. We were not this cool.
10. I do have some strange OCD tendencies, but probably the weirdest is the brushing of my tongue. I could, in all seriousness, sit and brush my tongue for hours. I don't know why, but it's very satisfying, like scratching an itch. I've debated the merits of getting a tongue ring...indeed, I think the only thing that stops me is the thought that my twelve year old would probably drop dead of mortification. And I really prefer her alive.
There you have it: ten facts that will have me quaking and curling into a fetal position if you are ever to meet me in real life. Oh wait. Make that eleven. Looks like I forgot I already had a number 1. Go figure.
P.S. I'm pretty sure I don't have Ebola now. It turns out your eyes are supposed to bleed. Who knew?