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Ten Fun Facts

I’m a quirky person more and more I’ve realized. But I think my quirks make me a fun individual and I embrace my individuality. To be honest the world would be dull and boring if we were all the same, like that one episode of Spongebob where he turns normal and then Squidward turns normal and it ends up being this weird mess.

I thought it would be fun to give out ten fun facts about me as a person so you could all get to know me better as a person.

  1. I’m super accident prone. I’ve broken six bones in my body and have a slipped disk in my back all because of my clumsiness.
  2. I’m a super introvert. It’s like a regular introvert, just more so. I don’t like being in crowds, in fact, I’ll do whatever I can to avoid social situations. In fact I’d rather stay at home and read or write then be around people, except my husband.
  3. On Valentine’s Day this year I told my husband I wanted a giant caterpillar instead of the usual teddy bear that most girls want for Valentine’s Day. I now have a giant caterpillar that is a great reading buddy.
  4. I do a lot of creative stuff. We all already know that I’m a writer (and if you didn’t surprise). But I also do a lot of paintings, drawings, etchings, and a lot of other things. I’m in the process of opening my art store so I can sell the paintings, because they’re kind of stacking up with no place to go.
  5. I absolutely love Gir. If you not a 90’s kid there’s a good chance you don’t know who Gir even is. Gir is a robot from Invader Zim. He is supposed to help Zim conquer our planet, but he gets in the way more than he helps. But he’s a cute little robot that says the dumbest things and that is why I love him.
  6. I’m afraid of clowns. I’ve said this before, but it’s a big thing about me. Most people think it’s a silly fear, but it’s a legitimate fear for me. My fear has nothing to do with IT or any other scary clown movie, and everything to do with something that happened when I was a kid. So I will run screaming from a clown, and I have done it—even as an adult.
  7. Deadpool is my favorite superhero. What’s not to love about Deadpool though.
  8. Alice in Wonderland is the best thing EVER.
  9. White tigers are my favorite animal.

I have an abnormal love of frogs.

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First Love

First love and first kiss rarely end with a happily ever after between the two people though it can happen. But that wasn’t the case for me. And now looking back I’m happy that isn’t the case, because I have an amazing husband that I wouldn’t trade for anybody else in the world. He supports me and understands me for me—which not many people do.

At first I thought about writing this story with my pet as first love but I will stick to the writing challenge and do actual first love and actual first kiss—no matter how much I’d like to avoid that subject altogether.

My first love was when I was a child, or teenager really. I refer to it being a child because I was way too young to know what love was or what I was remotely getting into. And in reality I should have kept my head in my books and protected my heart like I’d always done. But I wore my heart on my sleeve and watch as it shattered to pieces. My first kiss was in this relationship as well.

I thought my life was over—which looking back now that’s silly to think because I see what I have now. But being a teenager whenever your world crumbles to pieces you think it’s all over and that’s what I thought.

During this time I avoided my friends because I didn’t want to deal with the problem. I wanted to hide. I hide in my books at school and went home and just hide because I didn’t know what else to do. Then one day I got over it and put my big girl panties on and got over it. And I have an amazing family and great, stubborn friends to thank for that one.

What I learned from all of this is first love is hard to get over when it’s lost, but if it didn’t work out it didn’t work out. There’s no reason you need to dwell over spilt milk, dust yourself off and keep moving forward because Mr., or Mrs. Right is out there somewhere.

Childhood Memories

I have quite a few early memories of my childhood, even though studies show we forget things from before the age of three years old. I remember parts of my three year old childhood, but not enough coherently enough. And I have lots of early fond memories so it’s hard to choose just one. So rather I will pick a memory I love and go with it.

When I was about five I woke up on Christmas morning like every kid does- eager to see what Santa brought the night before. I darted to my parents room at around six in the morning because I was an early riser on Christmas. And I don’t know how I missed what was under the tree when I ran to my parents room but I missed it. I was a kid and didn’t pay much attention when I was half asleep.

My parents up sluggishly walked to the living room and sat down on the couch and I believe my dad may have sat in the floor. I flopped onto the floor and opened presents as my dad handed me them. Now in my family we have this tradition of getting gifts not only from Santa but sometimes Rudolph will leave something under the tree too. Because I didn’t just leave treats for Santa, I left treats for his reindeer too.

I’d opened all my presents, or at least the wrapped ones but my dad said I had one more. I’m not sure if he left the room and came back or if it was in the room the whole time, that I don’t recall. What I recall was next a black Labrador retriever puppy in my lap. I can only imagine me crying, because I can’t remember my reaction now, but I remember I was so happy to get a puppy and name her Playful.

That puppy was my best friend, and I didn’t have very many friends at the time either. So I finally had a puppy, and I was extremely happy. Though I’m not sure if I asked for a puppy or not for Christmas, I’m sure I did, I just don’t recall that bit of information now that I’m an adult.

I wish I could say Playful made it to my adult years but sadly she passed away when I was around about sixteen. My heart broke the day she died because I’d lost not only my best friend but also a dear family member. But getting her that Christmas day when I was five years old was probably one of the best days of my childhood life and I enjoyed being able to grow up with my dog.