2nd Weekly 10 for Tuesday
The last 10 for Tuesday wasn’t an astounding failure, so I’m going to continue until I lose interest….In case you missed the first one, I’ll list 10 things you didn’t know about me and maybe wished you didn’t. Think of it as your invitation to voyeurism.
- I’m a horrible jack of all trades. It’s nice in a way because I always seem to find something in common with people. Breaks the ice real good. But, I manage to get good at something (but not great) and then leave bored ready to tackle the next challenge. Which explains why I can did play the flute, piano, sax (tenor & alto), marimba, bells, xylophone, cymbals, piano and organ. And why I have a guitar sitting in the corner of my bedroom. I’ve written poetry, composed music, sang at one time in front of people (biggest crowd was 200+ folks), oil painted, grew roses, had several small businesses in college and beyond, speak/read a smidgen of Spanish, am learning German and have a ‘Learn French’ DVD set in my closet. I had a total of 4 majors in college before I finally settled on a BBA in MIS. And then when I graduated, I wished I had added Marketing to the list and would go back to college in a heartbeat for at least 1 more Masters degree (MFA) and 2 Ph.D.’s (psychology & literature) if I could. The only constant desire in my life is my desire to write and I’ve had that one since I learned to read. I could read before I started school.
- If I could - if I dared - I would die pink streaks in my hair and get a nose ring. And then I’d get all mod beatnik on people and wear black and write poetry.
- I’m a big defender of the underdog. I stood up to my arch nemesis in band (we kept beating each other out for 1st chair, but that’s another story for another day) when he picked on a girl for being obese. I have no idea what I said because when I get angry like that it all spills out. It sounds good and makes sense, but if I wanted to repeat what I said or write it down, I wouldn’t be able to do it. I also stood up for a friend of mine that was a little slow. She’d survived a diabetic coma at the age of 3 and it affected her. She had just enough of a handicap to speak slowly and take a little longer than the rest to catch on. I got sick and tired of this one boy making fun of her day after day so, one day before class started, I shoved his books off his desk and spewed a string of curse words I had not known I could string together previously. There’s a little more to the story, but I’m not going to share ALL of it. Let’s just say I nearly got kicked out school and surprised the heck out of everybody because I’m not aggressive or violent, nor do I like confrontation. But my 14 year old self had just taken all she could and wasn’t going to let anyone diss her friend in such a cruel, cruel way.
- I was a preacher at one time. I preached a total of 2 sermons and 1 mini-sermon. Two sermons were for a youth group and the mini-sermon was because people weren’t ready for a lady preacher so I was only given 15 minutes. I had big dreams of going to some 3rd world country and working with poor, indigenous people and somehow make their lives better.
- My dad was a preacher until my mom divorced him. I was 2 years old. My dad went to a Free Methodist church and they didn’t allow preachers to be divorced for any reason. So he quit. But, knowing what I know which I won’t share, I can’t blame my mom. I would have done it too.
- Speaking of divorce, my ex gave away the last dog I had that I was truly in love with. She was a black cocker spaniel. Her name was Molly and she followed me everywhere, slept at my feet and completely and totally had me under her spell. He gave her away to hurt me and I’ve never been able to get close to a dog since. Someday, I hope to meet another dog that wins my heart completely because I miss that connection.
- I have a thing for big noses. My grandpa had a big nose and was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. I think that’s why I now am fascinated by men with big noses. (Can you say Adrien Brody?)
- For a short time in high school, I changed the spelling of my maiden name (from Lee to Lea) because I was pissed at my dad. I never changed it legally but for some reason the school honored my request to print my diploma with the new spelling . Now I have a concrete reminder of the 5 months I was Tawnya Lea.
- I can see the water from my house. Ducks, sea-gulls and other various birds often gather in my backyard. It’s really quite cool. It’s a nice contrast to all the airplanes flying overhead.
- I was in 2 plays in high school. In the first, I played an aging starlet with big boobs. In the second, I was a farmhand from Louisiana and my husband’s name was Hy Muckleroy.
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Pink streaks! Pink streaks! Do it!
Ha! Maybe with something temporary. But if I do it, I’ll send a picture. And then will beg you to destroy it.
Does this mean the nose ring is a no?
Go for the nose ring… and then let me know how it works when you’ve got a cold.
I won’t give you ten things but here’s one:
I dyed my bangs fuschia pink a couple of years ago. Had it professionally done. Loved it because it was fun and completely out of character for me. I did it as a joke because one of my good friends had a teenage daughter who dyed all her entire head of hair baby pink on a visit to see me. My friend, being very straight laced, was horrified. So when I went back to visit them, I dyed my bangs in solidarity with her teenage daughter. Seeing every one’s response was the completely entertaining. Unfortunately, some one close passed away while I was there, so I chose to change the color to attend the funeral… otherwise I would have loved to watch the fuschia grow out!
You know - I actually tried to pierce my nose when I was 17 with a nail. (God, we just don’t have any brains at that age, do we?)
I chickened out because it started hurting too much before I even pierced the skin .
That’s cool you’d dye your hair for your friends daughter. I like that attitude.
I wish I hadn’t changed my name when I got married - now I’m waiting for the divorce to be final so I can change it back. Woodbridge is my own name.
And I’m really sorry about your dog - that is such an unnecessarily mean thing to do - to you and the dog.
I’ve always wanted to die my hair purple. It’s so short right now that it wouldn’t take long to grow it out if I hated it. I bet my employer wouldn’t even bat an eye.
I like your lists - they make me think about unusual things about myself.
Purple hair sounds good too! Wouldn’t that be a funny blogging trend, instead of posting each day for a month, die your hair unusual colors month….
Thanks (about the lists) - I think it’s fun & I enjoy reading things everyone shares. It’s almost like a cyber version of truth or dare…