Meme 1: I Am…
a perpetual worrier, especially about the life my son will lead.
painfully shy, and as much as I would love to personally meet all my blogging friends (like at BlogHer), I know that I would find myself sitting alone on the gym bleachers the entire time.
a jane of all trades, but a master of none.
amazed that I am actually someone’s Mother and hearing him call me “Mommy” is like hearing angels sing.
Meme 2: Things I Love About Myself
I love that I’m proud enough to hold my head up when all I want to do is disappear into the floor, but still humble enough to admit it when I am wrong.
I love knowing that I was the geeky band girl and not the popular cheerleader in school. I think it better prepared me for life in general because of it.
I love the mole on my cheek (the facial cheek) (which will seriously change it if ever sprouts hair).
I love that I look younger without makeup.
I love knowing someone loves me, and always will.
Meme 3: Eight Things You (Probably) Didn’t Know About Me
I can only crack the knuckles of the first two fingers of each hand.
I sometimes perceive my on-line persona much like that of a comic super-hero. Not because of what I do or say when blogging, but because of the mild-mannered, unassuming character that is presented in real life seems so opposite of it even though the sum of the two is who I really am.
I use to be a professional ballroom dance instructor.
I cannot wear sleeveless, low cut or backless tops or dresses because I suffer from cystic acne. Once we are finally done with reproductive attempts, one of the first things I will do is get a script for accutane.
I have a morbid interest in autopsy photographs.
I rarely wear my wedding ring. I’ll put it on for special occasions, but it spends most of its time on the ring holder.
I did not maintain any friendships from either my K-12 schooling nor college. I am a loner.
I have never broken a bone, but have had a concussion with unresolved amnesia; used crutches once due to 1st to 3rd degree burns on one foot and once again after I jumped down 4 stairs and wrenched an ankle.
Tag courtesy of Cricket at Churp, Churp: I’m an oxymoron: a libidinous, infertile mom.