{"id":413,"date":"2005-08-06T01:24:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-06T01:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=413"},"modified":"2005-08-06T01:24:00","modified_gmt":"2005-08-06T01:24:00","slug":"413","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/uncategorized\/413\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font COLOR=\"#996633\"><b>[100 things]<\/b><\/font><br \/>1. When possible, I like to be barefoot. Failing that, flip-flops are the next best thing.<br \/>2. I do not enjoy &#8220;night life&#8221; or &#8220;bar hopping&#8221; or &#8220;getting crunk&#8221; or any other action that can result in much head and dignity pain later and\/or the next day.<br \/>3. I have weak wrists and prefer it if you would not touch them. <br \/>4. I&#8217;m addicted to nasal spray.<br \/>5. I wish I had red hair.<br \/>6. I&#8217;m an internet junkie.<br \/>7. I&#8217;d like to be a photographer, a writer, or a painter. <br \/>8. I&#8217;m keeping my day job.<br \/>9. My most painful memory of middle school involves a guy I had a crush on calling me &#8220;lumberjack legs.&#8221; <br \/>10. I haven&#8217;t always been a dirty liberal. I was pretty conservative until my senior year of high school, when I started asking questions. And then I got to college and, well, you&#8217;re standing in the blood dripping from my heart.<br \/>11. Growing up, I never imagined I&#8217;d work in the news business.<br \/>12. For some reason, I wanted to be an OB-GYN until I realized that I have an intense aversion to blood and tissues.<br \/>13. I didn&#8217;t learn to ride a bike until I was 12.<br \/>14. For the last time, the thing in my eye is my birthmark, not a pencil-jab scar or embedded cyborg laser.<br \/>15. I have an annoying habit of identifying typefaces used in movie credits, ads, etc., to whoever&#8217;s sitting next to me.<br \/>16. I often feel like I have not planned sufficiently for my future.<br \/>17. I have an ever-growing list of things I&#8217;m afraid of, but at the top is spiders and other creepy-crawlies that I can&#8217;t seem to rid my apartment of.<br \/>18. I miss Murfreesboro and Nashville like crazy.<br \/>19. I feel like if I had a better attention span and memory and appreciation for the law, I&#8217;d enjoy being an attorney.<br \/>20. I come from a humble blue-collar family.<br \/>21. My mom is a nurse and my dad works at a paper mill.<br \/>22. I have a 31-year-old sister (who has two kids) and a 17-year-old brother (who just graduated from high school).<br \/>23. My two nephews are pretty much the only children I actually like. Oh, and my (unofficial) niece, Rylee. <br \/>24. I have one living grandparent and one living step-grandparent.<br \/>25. Making lists like these is a killer way to waste time at work.<br \/>26. I don&#8217;t eat right. <br \/>27. I don&#8217;t exercise. <br \/>28. I&#8217;m soft to the touch. <br \/>29. As a child, I idolized Cyndi Lauper and Boy George.<br \/>30. I prefer cold weather, mostly because my winter clothes are way cooler than the derelict dig-store T-shirts that comprise my summer wardrobe.<br \/>31. Still, I need sunshine.<br \/>32. I can&#8217;t cook but I&#8217;m trying to learn.<br \/>33. I don&#8217;t make friends easily.<br \/>34. I&#8217;m sure that has nothing to do with my dark sense of humor and standoffishness.<br \/>35. I&#8217;m a sucker for cartoony video games, and ones where you simulate everything from theme parks to life.<br \/>36. I sometimes wish I&#8217;d been born Italian. <br \/>37. I&#8217;ve never been involved in any fisticuffs.<br \/>38. The last time I rode a horse, it decided to lie down and take a dirt bath with me on its back.<br \/>39. I imagine my friend Amber and I have sung the &#8220;Team America&#8221; &#8220;Aids aids aids aids aids aids aids aids aids aids aids&#8221; line to each other a total of 82 times.<br \/>40. I talk to myself a lot. Sometimes in foreign accents.<br \/>41. I hate Indian food.<br \/>42. I&#8217;ve never broken a bone.<br \/>43. I hate camping. <br \/>44. Okay, I&#8217;ve never really been camping.<br \/>45. But I&#8217;m not much on even going outdoors, so I have a feeling I&#8217;d hate camping.<br \/>46. That&#8217;s not to say I don&#8217;t like nature or appreciate its beauty and necessity.<br \/>47. Growing up in rural Tennesse convinced me that I&#8217;m a city girl at heart.<br \/>48. During an ice storm in the mid-1990s, our power was knocked out for almost two weeks, during which time we lived in our basement and survived largely thanks to a kerosene heater and two hurricane lamps.<br \/>49. The older I get, however, the more convinced I become of my need for a big, private yard. I hear these are scarce in big cities.<br \/>50. This is why I love mid-sized cities such as Nashville, because you can actually live in the city limits and still have a yard.<br \/>51. When I lived in Birmingham for a summer, I thought they had a serious smog problem.<br \/>52. That was before I lived in Memphis.<br \/>53. I don&#8217;t like pornography or feel that it has any redeemable social value, but I don&#8217;t want it to be illegal.<br \/>54. I don&#8217;t drink coffee and I don&#8217;t smoke cigarettes. What kind of journalist am I?<br \/>55. Someday I&#8217;d like to own my own little bookstore where all my friends can come and read their writings.<br \/>56. Being editor in chief of Sidelines aged me several years.<br \/>57. I&#8217;m a bit of a grammar\/spelling wonk.<br \/>58. I make far too many mistakes for a grammar\/spelling wonk.<br \/>59. I went for several years spelling &#8220;pregnant&#8221; as &#8220;pregnate&#8221; and &#8220;antsy&#8221; as &#8220;ancy.&#8221;<br \/>60. One of my favorite sounds is that of a ferret sneezing.<br \/>61. I&#8217;m narcissistic. Example: When people around me laugh or whisper, I automatically assume something&#8217;s in my teeth or on my shirt or shitty about my work.<br \/>62. I love pistachios and almonds and that nutty trail mix with raisins and M&#038;Ms.<br \/>63. I wish I&#8217;d continued my Spanish language education. <br \/>64. I&#8217;m 87.995% sure I&#8217;ll go back to school and get a master&#8217;s degree.<br \/>65. I&#8217;m 48.333% sure I&#8217;ll try for a doctorate degree someday.<br \/>66. That I have never traveled overseas distresses me greatly.<br \/>67. I have only seen one of the natural wonders of the world &#8212; Niagara Falls.<br \/>68. I can&#8217;t argue face-to-face very well, but I can write scathing, hurtful remarks all the livelong day.<br \/>69. My preferred athletic jersey number throughout my ball-playing years was 13, because that was my dad&#8217;s number when he played, too. Aww.<br \/>70. I lose things like clockwork.<br \/>71. I usually find lost items in the most obvious places.<br \/>72. You can count on my freaking out anyway.<br \/>73. I often see things out of the corner of my eye that turn out not to be there. As far as I know, anyway.<br \/>74. I haven&#8217;t been to a doctor in probably a decade.<br \/>75. I come from a long line of bipolar women and have so far escaped the disease.<br \/>76. My car is filthy, inside and out.<br \/>77. I can&#8217;t get in the habit of drinking alcohol regularly.<br \/>78. I tried to get addicted to cigarettes in high school but the habit (thankfully) never stuck because I was literally sickened each time I took a puff.<br \/>79. I get angry when I read movie reviews that say nothing because the reviewer doesn&#8217;t want to spoil the plot for anyone. (Why write a freaking review if you can&#8217;t talk about the pivotal things that happen?!?!) This only applies to &#8220;professional&#8221; reviewers who make their living doing this.<br \/>80. If you touch my computer screen, I will kill you. <br \/>81. I&#8217;m no great conversationalist when riding in an elevator.<br \/>82. Don&#8217;t expect me to get up before noon if I don&#8217;t have to.<br \/>83. I once clogged my grandmother&#8217;s toilet with massive gobs of toilet paper and shaving cream and then blamed it on my cousin and brother &#8212; who were toddlers at the time &#8212; before eventually breaking down into tears and confessing because they were about to get lashed for it.<br \/>84. I played one of the &#8220;Macbeth&#8221; witches in a school play.<br \/>85. I never been skiing.<br \/>86. With me everywhere is my large purse, full of receipts, gum wrappers, lint, change, scratched sunglasses, a wallet, a phone, lotion, pens, a checkbook, hair clips, and a clear plastic tote full of lip gloss and eye drops.<br \/>87. Despite all this, I&#8217;m a relatively low-maintenance gal.<br \/>88. I could probably subsist on chocolate alone.<br \/>89. I bit my nails up until two summers ago, when I stopped cold turkey.<br \/>90. I try to avoid eating cooked vegetables, since most of them make me gag.<br \/>91. I lost a tooth at the movie theater once. I think I was there seeing &#8220;The Little Mermaid.&#8221;<br \/>92. My family had a dog named Ivan the Terrible. He disappeared.<br \/>93. Our white Persian cat Jasmine had an unfortunate run-in with our mini-van&#8217;s motor and lost half her tail.<br \/>94. We&#8217;ve had more pets through the years than I can remember.<br \/>95. The first CD I ever owned was a 1979 compilation that included &#8220;My Sharona&#8221; and &#8220;Do Ya Think I&#8217;m Sexy?&#8221;<br \/>96. My mom and I sang together in an elementary school talent show once, wearing matching homemade Bedazzled T-shirts.<br \/>97. I&#8217;ve been chased by a snake (most probably a black racer).<br \/>98. I get choked up when I listen to recordings of stuff we did in high school band.<br \/>99. My ultimate comfort food is a bowl of Campbell&#8217;s chicken noodle soup and a grilled cheese sandwich<br \/>100. Thinking of 100 things about myself took me almost two weeks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[100 things]1. When possible, I like to be barefoot. Failing that, flip-flops are the next best thing.2. I do not enjoy &#8220;night life&#8221; or &#8220;bar hopping&#8221; or &#8220;getting crunk&#8221; or any other action that can result in much head and dignity pain later and\/or the next day.3. I have weak wrists and prefer it if you would not touch them. 4. I&#8217;m addicted to nasal spray.5. I wish I had red hair.6. 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