One of the things I love about blogging and the online community is that writers share deep parts of themselves. Don’t get me wrong – I share a lot with my close friends IRL as well. It’s that the blogging community knows things about one another more quickly.
We write about life and our pasts in a way that doesn’t easily transfer to playground or football practice talk while watching our kids and avoiding a stray ball.
Here’s an embarrassing moment…
You know – the stuff that doesn’t tend to come up at a neighborhood mom’s breakfast chat.
I’ve shared a lot on this website, but maybe not everything.
Here are 10 things that might surprise you about me:
ONE: I’ve never baked a dessert from scratch. Ever. I’ve only made cakes and brownies and stuff from the box three times.
Maybe four. Ask me for a plate of nachos though, and you won’t be disappointed (hint – the secret is cheese on every chip).
When I was in my 20’s, my dad encouraged me to get my files from the adoption agency and to meet my biological mother.
At that time, I had no desire to do so. I was perfectly comfortable saying “I don’t know” when doctors asked about family history. I called, and found out I was named “Ester.” That was enough for then.
After Tucker was born though, I wanted to know. I’ll have to tell the full story sometime, but this one began with hiring a mediation counsellor, making contact through her, checking my email 4,298 times in a few hours, and an eventual trip. I’m glad I did it.
I found out Ester was her sister, who died as a child.
Bio father wasn’t willing to even fill out a medical history form. I’m mostly over that, having decided he’s a mean mean meanie and a Loser.
THREE: I’ve never been embarrassed about people seeing me in sweats or grungy clothes. Only a rare few have seen me without mascara though.
My dumb blonde (pun intended) eyelashes are almost clear. When Robert and I first started dating, I even slept with waterproof mascara on.
FOUR: While I know it’s ridiculous and dumb-dumb like, I’m a little ashamed at how old I am to have an almost-nine-year-old. What? We’re being honest here. After all, this is a post about 10 things that might surprise you about me, right?
FIVE: In 9th grade, I didn’t say anything when my friend Carol stole a test and then I looked at the answers, too. We got caught and I admitted everything, and she said it was my idea. I wasn’t even in the room when she took it. We’re no longer friends.
SIX: That same year, my mom had just moved out and my brothers and I lived with my dad. When we were at the grocery store, he asked whether I needed any female supplies.
One brother snickered, and I said “no” rather than yes. I (very) briefly experimented with an invention that was made up of dental floss and toilet paper. Enough said there, and I got braver pretty quickly in front of my brothers at the grocery.
SEVEN: I peed in a graveyard in New Orleans after my friend and I asked for vampires to turn us into vampires, too. Or, wait. Maybe you knew that. I did write about it a long time ago.
EIGHT: Recently, I wrote about scuba diving and skydiving. People seemed surprised although I’d written about it a couple years ago, and I’m not sure whether I shared that I’ve done both a lot. I think I’ve been skydiving about seven times, and scuba diving… hm. Maybe 40 times?
I considered moving to Turks and Caicos to become a diving instructor / ad designer for a while and had several meetings with a couple there who owned an advertising agency.
NINE: I can’t believe I’m sharing this, but once, I kicked down somebody’s door. I was young 20’s, and “we were in love.” Except, one nigh, he never showed up, and a friend texted that she saw him at a club. Gah.
Dumb. Also, lessons, right? OMG I have to delete this. Or not. It’s 10 things that might surprise you about me after all. And this one surprises even now-me.
TEN: Although I’ve been fine with reading what I’ve written out loud to a crowd at Listen to Your Mother and also at a couple of blog conferences, in smaller writing groups, I’m not so much fine.
In fact, my hands shake so badly that I feel them twitching in my forehead and lips.
Same with certain social situations. It was so bad, I couldn’t even reach for my drink, whether it was coffee, water, or wine. That bad.
I asked my doctor about it, fearing early stages of Parkinson’s but she seemed to think it’s more of a defensive adrenaline rush.
I now have a prescription for Beta Blockers that I take an hour before I’ll be doing something like reading out loud.
Mostly, they seem to help, although I still wonder about Parkinson’s or other because why wouldn’t I?
So hey, I don’t usually ask you a question like I’m “supposed to” at the end of these confessions, but what are the 10 things not many people know about you? Do you want to share? Join us!
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. It’s old-school blogging with the listicle of “10 things most people don’t know about me,” and my fabulous co-host is Kenya G. Johnson of Sporadically Yours.