You probably know that I'm a Mormon with
I like being a cheapskate and writing things that make people laugh; I dislike sleeping (I think it's boring) and pretending to know how to make crafts.
But did you know these 7 things about me?
I was an avid swing dancer in college.
This will come as a complete shock to anyone who's seen me try to move in a graceful manner from one place to another. But it's true. I was a member of the swing club in college and have the T-shirt to prove it.
|Clearly, my dance partner is thrilled.|
To be clear, I can not (and do not) just go out on the dance floor by myself and spontaneously bust a move, or whatever they started calling it after 1992. I can swing dance, and that is it.
I'm a closet Tiger Mother.
I try to be a relaxed mom and sometimes succeed, but I cannot contain the perfectionist/control freak within when it comes to my daughter's violin.
Have you ever read Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother? I've never threatened to burn my daughter's stuffed animals if she didn't practice, but while I was reading the book I got the feeling that the parts where I was supposed to be shaking my head and being glad I wasn't like that crazy lady, I was actually jumping on the couch and yelling "Yes. YASSS! Preach it, sister!"
It may have something to do with all the money Phillip and I have ponied up for lessons over the years, but violin practice for an hour a day, 6 days a week is non-negotiable around here.
I talk to myself.
That's right, I talk to myself and I do it all the time. Complete with hand gestures. I think out loud so often that my older kids don't even give it a second glance, and my preschooler just asks, "Are you talking to yourself, Mama?"
To be honest I don't know if everybody does this. I just can't imagine not doing it. How do people organize their thoughts without hearing themselves say it out loud? I also read my own work aloud when I proofread it. Can't not do it.
I have two different-colored eyes.
If you look at my driver's license it will say "blue," but truthfully neither of my eyes are blue. The left one is a blue-ish green, the right one is the same with a brown starburst around my pupil. Or if you're my kids, you just think I look like this:
|Circa 2005. I don't actually own a pair of red shoes.|
I suppose that technically, I have blue eyes because Phillip and I have 6 blue-eyed kids. According to my middle school science teacher, only people with two little 'b's can do that. That's about the extent of what I know about Mendelian genetics.
I had brain surgery as a child.
This is something almost no one knows, not because I try to hide it but just because it never comes up.
But when I was 10, a blood vessel in my brain burst due to a birth defect we didn't know I had.
After a 9-hour neurosurgery and almost 2 weeks in the ICU, I came home and had to re-learn how to walk and write. My mom says I lost my sense of humor and didn't understand what was funny for a whole year (ironic, no?)
Also, I had a really funky haircut for a while since they'd shaved some of it off for the surgery.
Today, there's little evidence that it happened. The scar on my forehead where they put a drain to relieve the internal bleeding looks like I just picked a chicken pock. My other scars are under my hair and behind one ear (which does stick out more than the other.)
My balance is pretty poor when I'm hiking downhill on rocky terrain, but considering that in the months after the surgery I couldn't put a shirt over my head without falling over, I consider that progress.
I have a terrible memory.
This may be related to the brain surgery, or it might not be. But here's a very typical conversation between Phillip and I when choosing a day hike when we last visited family in Utah:
Me: I think we should hike this one!
Phillip: I've been there before. Actually, you and the kids came, too.
Me: We did?
Phillip: Uh-huh. It was 3 years ago.
Me: (narrowing eyes) Are you sure?
Phillip: Positive. Remember how there was the giant rock and it took us forever to get there?
Me: I have no recollection of any of this.
Phillip: ... Of course you don't.
In my defense, there have been plenty (okay, some) times that I remember things Phillip doesn't.
I had a baby in college. And actually took that baby to classes with me.
With permission from the professor, of course. He was awesome about it.
(Funny story: when my article "Why I Make My Kids Go To Church" went viral last year, that professor happened to see it and emailed me. I was totally floored he could remember one student from 10 years ago, to which he responded, "Well, not all of them bring a baby.")
|Baby who couldn't care less about graduating from college.|
Phillip and I got married just after I turned 21, had a baby just before I turned 22, and graduated together with an 11-month-old in 2005. It may not be the right path for everyone, but it certainly worked for me.
I love that being a mom has been part of (almost) my entire adult life, and that Phillip and I grew up together and have been a team forever. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Hopefully you learned something new about me today. Did I succeed in surprising you with all 7?