There is this viral thing going around Facebook, where if you're tagged, you're supposed to make a list of 25 Random things about yourself. I had fun doing mine, so I thought I'd add it here.
1. My first job was working at NuWay in Wichita. After two years of 2-hour shifts, I quit by taping a note to the door.
2. Jason and I fall asleep to Harry Potter pretty much every night.
3. I played the French horn for 4 years and took private lessons. My french horn teacher had hair down to her knees.
4. My friend Tenelle and I were on the news for rescuing a wild owl that had been stricken with West Nile. I have the tape for anyone who needs evidence.
5. I shook Screech’s hand once.
6. I was born in Spencer, Iowa, and all my family is from Iowa.
7. I broke into my high school with two other classmates (which included picking the lock with a drivers license, scaling a huge metal barrier, and weaving in and out of motion beams) because we forgot our balsa wood in our physics classroom and needed it to build a bridge by Monday.
8. I led Young Life for 4 years of college.
9. I am in love with children's books and love to read them still. My dream is to make my own.
10. I have always thought I was an introvert, but when I took the Meyers-Briggs test, it informed me I was an extrovert.
11. I met my husband in the 2nd grade and we had to have a parent-teacher conference because I stole his journal. So technically, have had a crush on him since I was 7. and still do.
12. I am good at starting things, and terrible at finishing them. This applies to blogs. books. goals. nearly everything.
13. Jason Mraz sang me Happy Birthday once. (listen below) I was at his concert in Lawrence and Allie yelled at midnight: ITS AMBER'S BIRTHDAY! so he sang to me in front of the whole bar. I use this as my interesting fact whenever I have to have one at icebreakers. It is often immediately followed with: Who's Jason Mraz?
14. I skipped kindergarten, so when I was growing up, I was always a year younger than my classmates.
15. I was allergic to milk when I was a baby.
16. Remember Y2K? I was in high school and was semi-scared about the world ending. The one thought that kept coming to my mind right before midnight was that I was never going to get to have kids. For some reason, that has stuck with me- how deep my desire to have kids is.
17. I have an odd aversion to sports. There is probably nothing I dislike more than sports radio. Jason loves sports. And I love Jason. So I’m trying. Baby steps.
18. I play on a weekly trivia team called the Superior Vena Cavas, who happened to dominate the world last night! HTFU!
19. I have always been drawn to letters & words. I love to read and write and when I was in college I took my first typography class and felt some spark that led me down the path I'm on now. We were drawing these letters and numbers really big with black ink and tiny pens and a lot of my classmates hated it. But I was like, are you kidding me? I could do this all day. Now I do that kind of stuff all day every day.
20. I enjoy a clean space, but I am content in messiness. My friend at work has a sign that says “trust the mess.” I subscribe to this philosophy. My roommates could attest.
21. I can pretty much pinpoint the moment I decide to start following/loving God. I was a senior in high school. In my bed. On a school night.
22. I have a budding love of cooking.
23. If I could buy a talent off the shelf, I would want to be a world-class dancer. I was given less than the normal dosage of rhythm & coordination, but I have always lived vicariously through dance movies like Dirty Dancing & Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Wuh- Spaghetti Arms!
24. I love to waterski and hate to snowski.
25. I could go to a wedding every day and never get tired of them.
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1 comment:
well, obviously we were meant to be friends, because when i come back, i'm going to be a backup dancer for janet jackson! and i know every word to dirty dancing.
why don't we have more "wish i were a dancer" parties like your make-up bachelorette party????
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