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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Seven Random Things

*Updated with hair pics!!!

Being random.

That's pretty much how my brain works anyway, so this should be easy.

The Mommyologist tagged me in My Seven, where you have to list seven random things about yourself. I just adore her- she's like my long-lost sister and we've discovered all kinds of odd things that we have in common, including being from the same hometown, though neither of us lives there now. We'd so be inseparable and combat the motherbitches if we lived anywhere near each other. We're going to meet irl soon, though, and I'm superexcited about it. Jealous? You should be.

Anyway, here's my random seven:

1. I can't whistle. I've never been able to whistle. At the end of the year in kindergarten, our teacher had us all on the carpet for circle time and called us up one by one to do an end of the year evaluation, asking us all sorts of things: letters, numbers, colors, to jump, skip, etc. And one of the things was to whistle. And I couldn't. I remember her laughing at me, trying to show me how to do it and making me try several times, before finally letting me sit down when she saw that it wasn't going to happen. I was in tears, thinking that I would not be allowed to move on to first grade because I couldn't whistle. I still can't whistle, though now I have Hubs laughing at me for this, instead of my kindergarten teacher.

2. Speaking of a teacher, if you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, back when I was in school, I would have told you, I don't know, but definitely not a teacher. And yet, that is what I ended up going to school for and working as for almost 6 years before my oldest was born. I loved it, but don't know if I'll ever go back. It's way time-sucking and I don't want to take that much time away from my family. Too much to do after school hours with planning, grading, etc.

3. But, back when I was a teacher, I used to drink Mountain Dew like it was water. Several cans a day. It was an addiction. If I didn't have a stash at school with me, and the soda machine was out, I was a grump and my students knew it. When I got pregnant with Monkey, I gave up caffeine. My students noticed that I was drinking Sprite instead and one of them actually came up to me and asked, "Is the machine out of Mountain Dew again? When does the Pepsi guy come? Do you want me to tell the office we need Mountain Dew?" I didn't resume my addiction, ever, and look at it like an alcoholic looks at drinks: one is too many and a thousand never enough. Hubs calls it my liquid crack.

4. Speaking of soda: I said "pop" for the first 21 years of my life, because that was what it was called where I lived. But, when I moved to NC when I was 22, I started calling it "soda," and even when I eventually moved back to PA, I continued to call it "soda" and didn't care that everyone else called it "pop." I'd've just had to change back anyway, since we're back in NC now.

5. Speaking of living in different places, I lived in Rochester, NY for one year of my life. This is like the lost year, since I usually gloss over it. Here's what I usually say: I lived in PA until the day after my 22nd birthday when I moved to NC to teach. Was there for about 7 years, when we moved to PA shortly before the birth of my second child, to be near family. After about 4 years, we recently moved back here to NC and we're hopefully here to stay. What I usually neglect to mention is that after 1 year of teaching in NC, I moved to NY and was there for slightly less than a year. Because all that sounds like tmi and too complicated to explain in passing conversation. But, I moved there with my X, after he got out of the Marine Corps; we were engaged. When things went bad, I went back to NC. I hated NY. That winter I lived there was the snowiest one they'd had in 75 years or something like that. And for that area, that's saying a lot. I try to pretend that that year didn't happen.

6. Right before I left NY, I went from my blah brown to blonde. Brown hair can be gorgeous, but mine was a blah brown, not a fabulous one. When I'm stressed about something and feel like I have no control, I take it out on my hair since that's an easy thing to control. Color, different cut, new style, etc. Btw, I'll post pics of my new hair soon. There was a small animal left on the floor of sil's salon after I had all that hair cut off. I say it was about 8 inches, Hubs thinks more like a foot. It feels fabulously healthy.

Here's the before pic: This was in September, at my brother's wedding(that's him, blurred out). No changes since then, though my hair probably grew about 2 inches.

Here's right after I got home from getting my hair did(from above brother's wife- she's fabulous!)

She straightened it to within an inch of its life.
Day 2: not fighting my hair's natural tendency to go all over the place- this is after an hour or two spent out on the beach. Yes, it's ME!




7. Speaking of making changes to feel like I'm in control, I also got a tattoo right before I left NY. It's not something that I think that I ever would have done at any other point in my life. But, I was in the mood to do things that were not in character for me. And I thought a tattoo proved some sort of point. If I remember correctly, I was in the mindset of I'm in so much pain from a broken heart that even a tattoo won't hurt. Yeah, right, that sucker HURT. And yes, it's a tramp stamp...though that was before they were called that. And NO, they didn't start being called that because I got one, either.

There's my 7, that I managed to loosely connect: that's actually the way that my brain works: taking one little detail about what I was saying or someone else was saying and going off on a tangent. Luckily, on here, I can edit myself and at least try to have a direction to what I was saying. But, it was fun to have an excuse to be random.

Now, if this had been an email, I never would have done this or forwarded it on. Yet, somehow, in bloggyland, I'm perfectly okay with this sorts of things.

I'm now supposed to tag 7 more bloggers that I want to learn more about. And I usually think it's a cop out if someone gives it to all of their readers. If I read that on someone else's blog, especially if it's an award, I won't take the award or do the little game. Because I think that it's not really meant for me.

However, it's Saturday morning and I'm feeling a bit lazy. Plus, I really do love to know more about all of you. Makes me feel more like I'm talking to my friends rather than just to strangers, which is what freaks out Hubs about blogging.

So, YOU, yes, YOU, are tagged!

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50 Comments:

Blogger Serenityville said...

That was a graet read. Totally entertaining, funny, and interesting, even though we just met. 1) what a bitch. I hope she got caught fondling a gerbil during recess 2) I think that which we most hate says the most about us 3) Ha! 4) Ha-ha!! I'm so glad you converted, because anybody who says pop is likely to be missing a couple teeth 5) was that about 93 or 94? I was in Geneva then and remember someone broke his leg jumping out of the frat 2nd floor window into a snowbank 6) I used to cut my own hair in such situations, until someone said "I thought you cut your own hair, it's always uneven in the back" 7) TRAMP STAMP! I hear there are support groups

January 16, 2010 at 8:44 AM  
Blogger Serenityville said...

PS. happy sits saturday sharefest!

January 16, 2010 at 8:45 AM  
Blogger The Mommyologist said...

The feeling is mutual and I just can't wait to meet!!! Look out motherbitches...

I still call it pop from time to time!! And I'm sure you know what jumbo is and what a gumband is too!

January 16, 2010 at 9:39 AM  
Blogger Brittney said...

Lol! my husband's mother came down from Ohio and Ive always lived in Alabama.. and she asked for a soda pop and I have never laughed so hard in my life! Idk why I think that is funny other than we call every "soda" available... COKE.. it goes a lil something like this...You want a coke? Yeah! What kind? Dr. Pepper!!
LMAO!!!

January 16, 2010 at 10:13 AM  
Blogger singedwingangel said...

Yeah it's a pop here too.. period. Hapy Saturday

January 16, 2010 at 10:41 AM  
Blogger Dual Mom said...

It's pop here too.

That teacher is a bitch. It always amazes me that elementary teachers never seem to realize how much their words and actions affect their students.

I cannot whistle either.

I do the same thing with my hair. Ironically enough, I have NEVER gotten the same haircut or colour twice in a row. I wonder that says about me?

You gotta tell us what your tattoo is!?!?!

January 16, 2010 at 11:16 AM  
Blogger Steven Anthony said...

I still say pop...lol

January 16, 2010 at 11:48 AM  
Blogger Evonne said...

I can't whistle either and that was very mean of your teacher to make you keep trying.

I'm itching to get another tattoo. Maybe I can sweet talk my husband into taking me for one when my birthday rolls around =)

January 16, 2010 at 1:15 PM  
Blogger Ams said...

I love your seven...
I have a year that I want to gloss over and pretend it didn't happen either. But then it led to my next six or so years so I have no choice but to suck it up and realize I can't gloss it over!! hahaha

POP! Maybe one day I will call it soda. Only if they let me in your country! lol

January 16, 2010 at 1:16 PM  
Blogger Sarah and the Gentlemen said...

I like your list of seven random connected things.

My boys can't whistle yet but that doesn't stop them; they simply do a high-pitched shreik at the back of their throats. I guess that's what my whistle sounds like to them. They continually shreik for the dog and wonder why she doesn't come.

Since you did the cop out, I'm debating on whether to post my 7 random things... but I like you so I probably will. Okay then.

January 16, 2010 at 1:27 PM  
Blogger The Blue Zoo said...

I hate the sound of whistling! SO the fact that you cant whistle - Just makes me like you more!!

January 16, 2010 at 2:21 PM  
Blogger Foursons said...

These kinds of posts don't normally interest me much, but for some odd reason yours is fascinating. Explain that please?

Why in the world was it a requirement to whistle in Kindergarten? Huh, huh, huh?

I think it is hilarious that your students were concerned that you were drinking Sprite when you were pregnant. I don't believe Mountain Dew has caffeine by the way. I could be wrong, but....

Oh, and down where I live we call it Coke. No matter what the brand is- it is Coke. Would you like a Coke? Sure, what kind do you have?

January 16, 2010 at 3:26 PM  
Blogger Vodka Logic said...

I can't whistle never have been able to. Soda it is..Pop is my dad. :)

January 16, 2010 at 5:08 PM  
Blogger Corrie Howe said...

I never wanted to have children, I drink Diet Dr. Pepper cherry like there is no tomorrow. My cousins from PA all say "pop." I guess my dad left PA in time. He doesn't really have an PA, but experts have pin-pointed him to Pittsburgh.

January 16, 2010 at 5:28 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

I was a teacher at one time too. I will let you know if I do this. Have a great weekend.

January 16, 2010 at 6:04 PM  
Blogger Secret Mom Thoughts said...

I was a teacher before my first was born too. I could never whistle except when I lost my two front teeth. I used to love Mountain Dew too. Who knew we had all that in common.

January 16, 2010 at 6:29 PM  
Blogger Mae Rae said...

That mountain dew comment made my blood sugar go up. I am still getting chills down my back. That is amazing that you could drink that much. When did you stop? just about the time that your looks completely changed?

January 16, 2010 at 7:14 PM  
Blogger Kmama said...

In Michigan, it's definitely POP. Nothing but. Anyone who says otherwise is chastised.

Lots of people can't whistle. My bro can't whistle in the normal way...he whistles thru his teeth. It's weird.

Loved learning more about you!

January 16, 2010 at 7:22 PM  
Blogger The Wifey said...

Ah, I was tagged in this by someone else and then you posted it, so I suppose it's a sign that I really need to get around to doing it. Haha.

January 16, 2010 at 7:28 PM  
Blogger Chief said...

My hair is blah brown too... naturally anyway.

I havent seen more than 1/4 inch of my natural hair for 15 years!

January 16, 2010 at 7:54 PM  
Blogger Bethany said...

This was so much fun. I love random. My brain works like that too. I confuse so many people because they can't follow my train of thought.

I'm an excellent whistler, but my FIL made me cry once b/c he got upset that I was whistling in the house. I'm not sure I even noticed I was doing it.

Yeah that was a fun story. Sorry.

January 16, 2010 at 9:07 PM  
Blogger Lee the Hot Flash Queen said...

Thanks for coming by and for the follow!! Got you back!

January 16, 2010 at 9:50 PM  
Blogger Elle said...

This was fun to do, but harder than I thought it would be. My 7 are on my blog.

January 17, 2010 at 1:10 AM  
Blogger Alexis AKA MOM said...

Liquid crack you're cracking me up. I so have a picture of you looking at Mountain Dew like it's a hot date ... LOL

So fun :)

January 17, 2010 at 2:01 AM  
Blogger blueviolet said...

LOL to what you said about the tramp stamp not being named after you!

I call it pop too (midwest) but on my blog or comments I always write soda. I don't know why. And I always refer to it as liquid crack, because it IS!

I wanna see your hair!

January 17, 2010 at 9:03 AM  
Blogger Melissa B. said...

Going blonde is one of the best fashion choices I've ever made. And I've never been to Rochester...and never plan to go!

Word Vomit Extraordinaire

January 17, 2010 at 9:24 AM  
Blogger The Manic Mommy said...

Great list! I tagged you on my blog! So go check it out girl! :)

January 17, 2010 at 9:43 AM  
Blogger blueviolet said...

It's CUTE!!!!!! And you know, I like it with the straightening AND with just the natural wave to it. You look amazing! :)

January 17, 2010 at 10:39 AM  
Blogger ~Shelley~ said...

Stopping by from SITS!! Love your new hair cut...looks cute! Getting ready to get about 5 inches cut off of mine...if I can get up enough nerve :)

New follower! Have a great Sunday!

January 17, 2010 at 11:13 AM  
Blogger The Princess of Sarcasm said...

*GASP*

You've been revealed!!! I like the hair. (Before the beach mangled it.) lol

Oh, and I call it "coke"....no matter what kind of soda it is. I'm old school southern.... ;)

January 17, 2010 at 11:14 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

great pictures of your hair. I think we have the same camera..

January 17, 2010 at 12:28 PM  
Blogger Brittney said...

Thanks for posting on my new post.. I feel she has a lot of growing up to do as well.. but I dont know I felt guilty about saying something but I feel it was the right thing to do.. eh--you win some you lose some right!

January 17, 2010 at 1:02 PM  
Blogger Confessions From A Working Mom said...

I had to do my seven random things a few months ago, and mine weren't half as entertaining as yours!

I love your #1-- I've never been able to whistle, and DH makes fun of me mercilessly for it.

My hair behaves similarly to yours...

And... I also grew up saying "pop", but now that I live in the South, I'm growing accustom to saying "soda" instead!

~Elizabeth
Confessions From A Working Mom

January 17, 2010 at 1:28 PM  
Blogger Brandi said...

Your hair looks great! You got quite a bit chopped off. I usually cut mine every summer pretty drastically, but this past summer I didn't so it's longer right now than it has been in a many years.

I'm with Julie... must be a Texas thing 'cause we say 'Coke' too no matter what kind it is, and to make it more confusing we only drink Pepsi at our house. ;)

January 17, 2010 at 1:37 PM  
Blogger kys said...

It's pop here but I say soda. Your hair looks good. I'm growing mine out and getting to the point that I'm ready to cut it off.

January 17, 2010 at 2:00 PM  
Blogger gina said...

Love your hair- that's a versatile length! My sister has one on her lower back too and her body went into actually medical shock fromt he pain. She was convulsing and everything... not pretty. It must be like giving birth- you forget the pain, because she asked me to design some flowers to add woven around the existing tribal. lol.

January 17, 2010 at 2:17 PM  
Blogger Kmama said...

Love the hair!

January 17, 2010 at 4:19 PM  
Blogger Mox said...

Your hair looks adorable! I can't imagine you with brown hair. You just seem like a bubbly blond to me!

January 17, 2010 at 4:37 PM  
Blogger Jenilee said...

I have never been able to wistle either! :) my girls think it's funny because they can whistle... somewhat for their ages anyway. :) enjoyed visiting your blog!

January 17, 2010 at 5:36 PM  
Blogger Alyssa said...

I went to Rochester NY (in winter) with hubby 1 time live in PA thought how much worse could it be? NEVER went back and wouldn't EVEN if someone paid me! Great post.

January 17, 2010 at 7:04 PM  
Blogger Elle said...

Your hair is fantastic--super cute!! I like the beachy look a lot.

January 17, 2010 at 10:02 PM  
Blogger Tammy said...

We call it pop up here...:)

How come you won't let us see your face....come on! Love the new cut. I straighten mine every day from the natural curls I have!

January 17, 2010 at 11:12 PM  
Blogger Chelle said...

Looove the hair honey! It's fabulous! I would die for your hair. Seriously.

I always called it "pop"! Until I moved down to San Antonio for basic training. And everyone called it soda...I'll sometimes call it pop...but only sometimes ;)

xoxo

January 18, 2010 at 11:25 AM  
Blogger Erin said...

I don't say pop or soda. I guess I just say "soft drink." I gave up Diet Coke a while ago and I totally know what you mean about your Mountain Dew!

LOVE the hair! I bet it's so much lighter/easier now that it's shorter. Very cute!

January 18, 2010 at 12:02 PM  
Blogger Momma Such said...

I love your hair! I actually really like the way it looks after sitting out on the beach. I have natural wave to my hair, but it is so crappy and I have to straighten it every day. no fun!

January 18, 2010 at 7:01 PM  
Blogger Masala Chica said...

I love the new cut. I actually like the second windblown look with it - hot mama! Very natural looking - people actually "try" to make their hair look like that and yours did that after being on the beach.

are-some.
kiran

January 18, 2010 at 9:06 PM  
Blogger Midday Escapades said...

You have such nice and thick hair and I bet you would look great bald. ;0)

January 18, 2010 at 9:53 PM  
Blogger Nathanael Rey said...

I LOVE the new do!!

January 19, 2010 at 1:37 AM  
Blogger Sara said...

Dude, I called fizzy drinks "soda" until I moved to Indiana. In Indiana, I learned to call it "pop". Then, I too moved to North Carolina where I am endlessly made fun of because I REFUSE to go back to "soda". I won't do it.

Oh, and Serenityville said something about fondling a gerbil and I thought that was pretty outstanding. Keep her.

January 20, 2010 at 12:17 AM  
Blogger Corrie Howe said...

Loving the new hair. How about you? Are you still loving it? Did you have enough to send to Locks of Love?

January 20, 2010 at 9:07 PM  

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