A. Each player has to list 6 facts/habits about themselves
B. At the end of the post, the player tags 3 people and posts their names
1.) I have had my fantasy girl baby names picked out since about 1988... when "Avonlea" premiered on Disney and I discovered the world of Lucy Maud Montgomery and her Anne of Avonlea books. Anne, Felicity, Cecily, Olivia are old favorites that I WILL use! Charlotte is a newer favorite. I also love th character Gus on the series, but settled for Benjamin, Gabriel, Patterson, and William as boy's names, which are not from the series. But regardless, those names have been around forever for me. AND IF YOU USE THEM YOU WILL PAY! (My nephew already named his rat Charlotte and I can't tell you how lucky he is I didn't hurt him for it!)
2.) I always, always, always wanted to live in a little white two story house with a wrap around porch and 2 dormer windows on the second story. I even went so far as to design a floorplan, and arrange imaginary furniture on some graph paper in elementary school. The house had a white picket fence, and chest-height hydrangea bushes all the way around, which bloomed big flowering heads in summer.
3.) I am a total and complete slob. I don't know how to change. I don't like to clean, I don't like picking up after myself and my house is a disaster 99% of the time. I even pay my friends to come over and clean my house for me. I have SO much stuff I don't know what to do with it all! I have my fingers crossed I won't have to move for a loooong time. It takes me SO long to unpack, I haven't even really settled in here at my new condo yet. It's in a constant state of disaster and this box or that box is always laying everywhere. It will take me at LEAST another six months to get it sorted out and more like a home, if not much, much more than that! Maybe another year? I just hate cleaning and organizing SO MUCH!
4.) I really want to get married and have a partner in life. I am really lonely, and I love being in a relationship. I have also realized, I am really not ready to be with someone else. I have this constant thought in my head now about how there really is this guy out there for me, and I can even picture what's he's like in my head, and how we will be together, and this nagging feeling says I am going to be alone for a long time before I find him- because I am just not ready yet. When I am ready, he will be there. But in the meantime, I am on my own.
5.) My family drives me up the wall. I love them, but I can't stand them at the same time. I always play nice, and never pick fights, or get emotional in front of them (or I try not to) but they all really upset me and make me feel down alot of the time. I don't think there is anything I can do about it either. It makes me really sad. They put me down for things I really hold dear and love about myself- like being well-rounded. I love that I have so many interests and talents and have had so many experiences in life and they shake their heads and say, "Jack of all trades, master of none..." Jerks.
6.) I may be fat, but I hiked Half Dome in Yosemite, 17.5 miles round trip from Glacier Point to through Little Yosemite Valley, camped overnight two miles past LYV and 100 yards off the trail, and to the base of the Dome. I hyperventilated and my Dad got mad and we didn't do the last part of actually going on top of the dome ( I was afraid I would fall off and die, and since my Dad had filled me with stories of this as an actual possibility, not just on the way up there, but my whole life, this was a very real and logical fear. ) But we then cam edown the Mist Trail to the Valley floor.
Interesting story, we got to the Valley floor at an odd time and there was no way for us to get back to Glacier Point where we had left the car. This woman in her early to mid twenties who was totally weird- goth in a Park uniform and a lip ring offered to give us a ride to Glacier Point for free. ( She worked at the food stand at the bottom of the trail.) It was over an hour drive for her, and she kept us entertained the entire way with tales of giving her daughter up for adoption to a nice couple who couldn't have children, fighting with her mother, and constantly being mistaken for Mexican because of her last name, when she was in fact Portuguese, which I actually correctly guessed when she started telling the story. We stayed at the historic Wawona Hotel that night and my legs ( right leg specifically from coming down the Mist Trail and stepping down on that leg the whole way down) hurt so bad they shook and I limped everywhere for days. We also got stuck in a room with the bathroom down the hall in a big communal lockerroom, which was fine, but not the luxury I really craved after the hell of the last 24-48 hours!
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