I have never made a list of “100 Things About Me.”
I hate domesticated birds, particularly those who fly into my hair.
Kraft Macaroni and Cheese disgusts me and always has. Yet, I feed it to my kids.
My left eyelid twitches when I’m stressed out or exhausted.
The summer I was fourteen, I rode my bike from Seattle to San Francisco.
I admit it. I like reality television shows. Even “The Hills.”
I still miss the television show “thirtysomething.”
I started my original blog when a message board friend suggested a bunch of should keep journals to show each other what our lives were like. Thanks, Brandie!
I didn’t date until I was a college freshman. Don’t ask me where I want to college. (Okay, fine. Central Bible College.)
I started playing the piano in second grade, but I still can barely play by ear.
When I was a child, I wanted to be a veterinarian, based entirely on my love for James Herriot’s All Creatures Great and Small.
I worked on a goat farm as a teenager and am still traumatized by the goat farmer woman who had me assist her as she sheared the sheep in her kitchen. While wearing her granny underpants and a t-shirt. My eyeballs were seared that day.
I’ve never been stung by a bee. A stupid bee crawled into my slipper and stung me a few summers ago.
I’m addicted to Diet Coke.
If I had to do it all over again, I never would have attended a Bible College, but would have applied to hoity-toity East Coast universities.
I am an introvert.
I have been known to ask wildly inappropriate questions while making small-talk. NOT ON PURPOSE.
I say regularly, “Let’s go, Joe,” and my new favorite, “Make it snappy, Pappy.”
I hate coffee, even coffee-flavored items.
About Me
I'm Melodee. I've been writing this blog since 2003. You're welcome.