Five Things You Never Wanted to Know About Me

Hubby tagged me with a meme and I thought I’d give it a shot, since most of you don’t know much about me anyway.

1) I love to dance. Put on some good, loud, music, and I’m gone. In high school, you couldn’t keep me away from a high school dance at any high school (I often crashed the ones at my friends’ schools). One of the biggest fights I had with my mom was about not being able to go to a dance. In college I frequented dance clubs — any clubs really — as often as my pocket book would let me. But my love of dancing isn’t limited — ballet, modern, folk dance, ballroom… I love (and have done) it all. The irony is that I married a man without rhythm. But I still can be seen boogieing with the kids or in the car on occasion.

2) I am a Jack of all trades, master of none. I have dabbled in, at one time or another: sewing, interior decorating, cake decorating, scrapbooking (though not the really froufrou stuff), photography, calligraphy, web design (I could once program in HTML), journalism, studying folk lore and oral history, being a nanny, fiction/creative writing, singing, playing the piano, architectural design, canning jam, and gardening.

3) I want to own a saw. And learn how to build things.

4) I am terrified of: heights (particularly open heights), talking on the phone (especially to strangers) and rejection.

5) I love to mow the lawn. I’ve always loved mowing the lawn, even as a teenager. Good thing Hubby is allergic to grass. It just means the lawn is my domain.

Anyone who wants to do this is considered tagged.

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3 thoughts on “Five Things You Never Wanted to Know About Me

  1. I too want to learn carpentry. I love building things–or at least, I think I do, although my experience doesn’t go much beyond assembly of readymade furniture.

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  2. Heh heh, jack of all trades, master of none, that’s me too. I also like carpentry but haven’t done much of that sort of thing since I met my hubby. He loves “doing stuff with tools” so much that I hate to deprive him.

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