Tuesday, March 18, 2014
More than you ever wanted to know about me. No, really.
Tomorrow's my baby's 5th birthday, and I'm trying really hard to distract myself to keep from dwelling on this fact, so BEHOLD. I give you, Things You Never Really Had Any Desire to Know About Me:
What is the last thing you watched on TV? NBC's "Parenthood." I love that show with a passion that borders on irrationality. I spend every episode thinking to myself, "OMG, that is so me." Except I say that about every character in just about every scene, so I'm pretty sure this favorite show of mine may be a strong indicator of multiple personality disorder.
When did you last step outside? What were you doing? I went for a run this afternoon, making a 3.2 mile loop around my neighborhood. I always get a little fluffy in the winter time when it's too dark to run when I get home, so spring is always get-your-butt-back-in-gear time for me. As I have a couple of 5K runs coming up, the desperation level is a little higher than normal these days.
What is on the walls of the room you are in? Paint. And, um, a shadow box with visual rope-tying guides (which seems a little creepy when I say it out loud, like that. IT'S NAUTICAL, DON'T JUDGE ME). I edit and *computer* in my teenager's room while he's away, and his room basically looks like a guy's dorm room. I'm too lazy to care. Go, me.
If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy? A new house (preferably with an editing room NOT resembling a dorm room), as well as every L lens ever made.
Tell me something about you that most people don’t know. Well, I think most people I know already know (and make fun of me about) this, but probably the strangest thing about me is my pathological fear of biscuit cans (although I am not alone, I swear). My anxiety issues and fear of random noises combine into a perfect storm of Oh my God, husband, stop chasing me with the Pillsbury doughboy every time I have the misfortune of being near one of those bastards. This is usually at a party or some other random place, as I absolutely refuse to allow anything in a pressurized can inside my house.
Who made the last incoming call on your phone? My husband. Probably. I'm not even really sure, it's pretty much a Facebook/Reddit/Calendar/Email machine for me that I occasionally remember is useful for phone calls now and again.
If you could change something about your home, without worry about expense or mess, what would you do? Redecorate entirely. We built the house, had a baby 6 days after moving in, had another baby, got an autism diagnosis, and then put off decorating indefinitely, so it's kind of a hodgepodge mess. Every trip to crafty friends' houses leaves me with smoldering resentment at my lack of inner Martha Stewart, so my first call would be to an interior decorator to say, "SOS, b*tch."
What was the last thing you bought? Drinks for a friend at a concert. I got to watch her get buzzed, which was basically all of the fun without the worry of addiction or hangover. WIN.
Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? Hells to the no. I'd prefer my last words to not be "WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?", thankyouverymuch.
If you could eat lunch with one famous person, who would it be? Serious answer: Kate Winslet. She's done a lot of wonderful work for autism, seems very down to earth and not at all full of herself, and I think I'd genuinely enjoy getting to know her. Not so serious answer: Jennifer Lawrence. Pretty sure we'd burn something down. More realistic answer: I am the quintessential socially awkward penguin, so it's probable that anyone I went to lunch with would end up extremely uncomfortable in my presence, as I spent the hour blinking at them and panicking inside.
Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Amazon: seller of all wonderful things.
Is the glass half empty or half full? Half full, and preferably containing coffee.
What’s the farthest-away place you’ve been? I don't geography well. Is Washington DC further away than Colorado? What about Chicago? One of those is a safe bet.
What’s under your bed? Workout weights. And dog hair.
What is your favorite time of the day? Sunset if I'm outside, night time if I'm inside. The way the house just hushes when everyone is peacefully asleep makes me feel like I'm caught up for about five seconds.
What Inspires you? Brave bloggers. I follow so many who fill my newsfeed every day with personal stories, helpful instructional posts, motivational discourses, or just plain hilarity, but all of them put themselves out there in the wide, wide world of internet scariness on a regular basis to touch others in some way or another. Check out a few of my favs, and maybe write one of your own?
Stimeyland, inspirator (is that even a word? Nevermind, I just made it one) of this post, rockin' fellow autism mom, and brightener of many of my days.
Jess, at Diary of a Mom, who has helped me fumble my way through parenting a child on the spectrum, and toucher of the minds and hearts of autists and those who love them.
The Bloggess, who needs no introduction, but whose words both inspire and delight, as well as resonate deeply with me in so many ways. (Also, Knock Knock, Motherf*cker.)
Glennon at Momastery, who's just indescribable. Funny and irreverent, but also reverent and flawed and oh-so-much-me. Check her out!