If you really knew me, you'd know...
I'm left-handed and smudge everything when I write, I'm allergic to cinnamon, and I don't just have one baby - I have two. I truly do consider Oliver my baby. I love him, don't judge.
I don't wash my hair everyday... usually two or three days pass between washings -- let's be real, four days happens quite often too.
I was born in Qatar and raised in Cyprus - I had a British accent until I was eight. I hate when people ask me "what are you?" my response is usually "excuse me? I don't understand." If people ask me where I'm from, I usually respond Florida. For the record - if you want to know my ethnicity - I'm half Iranian, a quarter Norwegian and a quarter Irish.
I'm an introvert and I get really uncomfortable in social situations where I don't know people well. I'm really shy, which sometimes comes off as indifferent or bitchy. But yes, sometimes I'm just bitchy.
I read ridiculously fast and I love logic puzzles. I still balance my checkbook (pretty much daily), like with a ledger and pen -- old school, I know.
One of the first things I do when I get home for the day is change into sweatpants -- if I don't have anywhere to go that day, I'm likely not changing out of sweatpants the next morning.
I'm 29 and I still consider my sorority a huge part of my life and joining ZTA one of the best decisions I ever made. It lead me to some of my best friends, my passion and ultimately in a round-about-way my career.
I did not want to have kids until around four years ago -- I made my mother cry when I was in high school because I told her she was never going to be a grandma. [I know, total bitch move]
Losing my father was the most difficult thing I've ever been through - I still have days where I would do anything to talk to him. I don't think I will ever fully get over his death.
I had braces when I was a kid but didn't wear my retainer - so my bottom teeth are all sorts of crooked and I'm super self-conscious about it.
I slept with a stuffed bunny until I got married. I like being the big spoon [hence I swapped out the bunny for a husband].
I love my husband like no other but we bicker a LOT, we're honestly probably really annoying to be around. We squabble daily, but I truly think we have one of the strongest marriages I've ever encountered.
I am not religious - I consider myself agnostic. My father was Episcopalian, my mother is Muslim and I'm married to a Jew.
I am a crybaby. Like - super, super crybaby.
so.
that's me.
what's something I'd only know about you if I really knew you?
those that really know me - what did I leave off?
those that really know me - what did I leave off?
11 comments:
I really love these posts. I did one today, too!
I am ALLLLL about the sweatpants. The bigger the better! And I neverrrrrr wore my retainers either. My bottom teeth are crooked too.
I LOVE THIS!!
"Im married to a Jew" You are so funny! Sweatpants are what I put on EVERY SINGLE DAY when I get out of my work clothes!! I have also been known to grocery shop in them! ZTA for life! And I am very shy when I first meet people too!
I love these posts. I told my mom the same thing when I was in high school. I never wanted to have kids. I even asked whether I could go ahead and get my tubes tied! :) Go figure!
I do the old-school ledger balancing too. I don't understand how anyone else keeps track of their checking account any other way!
Just found your blog the other day so this is a great intro post for me! I feel you with the braces as a kid thing. I could slap myself for not wearing that damn retainer. I'm now the lady that warns and nags kids to wear their retainer.
I love this and loved getting to know you more! I am also a total crybaby... especially in a heated/emotional argument, I usually burst into tears and can't seem to help it.
Aw, I love it! I also change into sweatpants everyday. If I'm not going anywhere, I change from pj's to sweatpants. And I slept with a stuffed teddy bear until I was almost 26.
Love this!
I'm a cry baby too - it's crazy. I can blame it on pregnancy now, but usually I have no excuse. I cry at the drop of a hat. I mean, seriously, the National Anthem can make me cry. It drives my husband crazy!
loooveeeed this one. I am just like you in that as soon as i get home i am in pajamas immediately and not out of them again if im not going anymore.
and left handed!! holleeer!
Thaanks for this blog post
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