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Friday, March 16, 2007For Lack of Anything Better To Share...Here are some things that you probably don't know about me (and perhaps would rather not): 1. I am a classical pianist. I won almost every award and scholarship available for pianists and music education majors at my college. That's not as impressive as it sounds, though, because I went to a teeny-tiny liberal arts college. 2. I fold everyone's underwear except my own, which I simply toss haphazardly into my top drawer. I'm still trying to figure this one out. I mean, I even fold Eric's boxers. 3. I hate phones. I hate answering the phone when I don't know who it is, and I hate making phone calls -- even to friends. Even when someone is expecting my call. If it weren't for email, I would be a complete recluse. 4. My feet are two different sizes -- a 5 and a 5.5. They used to both be a size 5, but then one of them grew. I can't remember which one. 5. When I was in college, I vowed that I would never marry a musician. Then I married a musician. 6. I'm afraid of heights. I don't have any problem climbing up -- I just can't get down again. Once, in San Francisco, I was standing up on a cement platform in order to take some pictures of the trolley. I got "stuck" up there. Eric had to come and lift me down. 7. I once hid from the police on the rooftop of an apartment building. 8. I prefer even numbers. I've always been glad that my birthday is on the 24th of April. When I was 10, I was dreading my next birthday because I didn't want to turn 11. 9. I adore all things British, and want nothing more than to spend three weeks touring England -- with a side trip to Ireland, of course. On my "to see" list: The final home of Jane Austen, the Tower of London, the filming locations for As Time Goes By (Holland Park) and the A&E Pride and Prejudice, the birthplace of William Shakespeare, anything and everything Tudor, and as many castle ruins as possible. 10. When I was in eighth grade, a boy in my class looked at me across the cafeteria table and said, "Why are you so damn ugly?" Those acrid words helped to shape my self-image over the next decade. 11. From the age of thirteen until I graduated from high school, I got paid to play the organ at funeral masses. 12. While on a marching band trip to Toronto, I accidentally overdosed on Dramamine (because of an irrational fear of being sick in public). I had to go back to my hotel room and sleep it off while everyone else attended a competition. 13. My favorite flower in the whole world is the lilac. And that's because of the lilacs that bloomed in our back yard when I was a girl. That, and the way my daddy always brought in bouquets of freshly cut lilacs for the kitchen table. 14. I can't stand the sound of people chewing gum. I really can't stand the sound of people cracking their gum as they chew it. I like Singapore's idea of outlawing chewing gum. 15. I type roughly 95 words per minute, but I never learned to touch-type the top row on the keyboard (numbers). That's because our excellent typing teacher took a sabbatical during the second half of that year, and our class was then taught by a string of substandard substitutes who offered no continuity. But at least the school district saved money by not hiring a qualified, full time teacher. 16. I grew up living roughly ninety minutes from New York City, but never once stood on top of one of the Trade Towers. 17. The bodily secretions of my own offspring have never bothered me. But the poop, pee, boogies, drool, and various other baby-and-toddler slime emanating from non-offspring children make me sick. (Changing the diapers of my sister's children is the exception.) 18. I read the book Alive when I was in seventh grade. That's the one that tells the true story of the plane crash survivors who staved off death in the Andes by eating the bodies of those who had perished. Looking back, I find myself wondering why a seventh grade teacher would have a book like that on her shelves in the first place. 19. I have a photograph of myself with Hugh Wolff from my college days. That was back when he was the conductor of two local orchestras, and I had the privilege of being his rehearsal accompanist for a performance of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. Now that Mr. Wolff has hit the big time, I'm wondering what that photograph might be worth... 20. I feel loved when someone calls me "Jilly." That's because the people I love the best have always called me "Jilly" -- and still do. Labels: life |
About Me
I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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8of my readers are feeling chatty:
#18: Because Mrs. Fulton was disturbed. She handed me that book and told me she thought I would like it. HUH?
Rachel says:
Well well well.....Half of those things I knew about you and the other, well, I didn't quite know. Like #10. >:-( If only I were born, he'd get full blast of my wrath. ;-)
Nice blog entry!
Maggie says:
That was a good use of blog space!! I'll bet half your readers didn't know a sinch of those details on yourself.
Those aren't the things you generally add to your main profile!!
But, even though it was sad/funny/interesting, your writing has not failed to be capturing, funny, and almost 100% flawless!!
Thanks for sharing.
I always wanted to go to England too.. and now I live here :) It's a great country but it sure has its ups and downs. Oh well. Come over and I will babysit! Ok, I will feed your children sweets and bribe them to like me but it will keep you free to do sightseeing :p
I really did enjoy this post
I loved reading about you and your past. I always like to learn new things about people I visit...
You read "Alive" in 7th grade - poor thing. What a strange teacher you must have had.
I am actually afraid of heights as well. I do okay going up, but going down is a different story...
Wow - having a photograph with a famous person is really cool. But then again, you are not unknown yourself.
Have a wonderful and blessed weekend, Jilly *smile*
Okay, GIVE! Please explain #7!
#10 type morons make me crazy. Especially because of the impact a single comment like that can have.
A good response to that: "Better ugly than stupid."
Unfortunately as kids, we allow words like those to find their mark. As we grow older, hopefully we come to realize that the words of a cruel punk have no value, and should have been discarded with the scraps off your lunch tray.
I too allowed such cruelty to shape my self worth, and for years I saw my self as a funny looking fat kid.
#3: I am the same way. I hate it when the phone rings. I hate to call people, even if I know them. I used to almost hyperventilate if I ever had to call a girl.
#14: For me it is people whistling. Especially at work. "I gotta whole lotta of shut-up right here for you!" I also can't stand people who smoke too close to the entrance of a public place. So much so that I drive Erica crazy.
#4: I am curious as to how who can't remember which one is the 5-1/2? Haven't you bought any shoes this decade? ;)
#20: Only a select few people are allowed to call me "Davy". Some people who call me that are not on the list, and it irritates me. Erica is really the only person I would want to have call me that. It beats "Barf Brain" though.
Very interesting! I'm claustrophobic. When I go to bed, it can not be pitch black, there must be shadows or I feel very closed in.
Dear love of my life,
I never realized you folded my boxers.
Hmmm. I learned a lot from this post. Bet you can't wait until next month when you turn 42 (even number).
Love ya Jilly.
Sister -- At least you were smart enough to not read it!!
Kirsti -- So YOU'RE my daily visitor from London!!! Mystery solved! LOL Do you REALLY want to babysit FIVE children, though? Methinks we'd better leave them on this side of the pond. :) But what a sweet offer!! Now you must tell me how you ended up in England. I thought you lived in Norway...???
Iris -- It's always SO GOOD to see you. :)
Dave -- First of all, you definitely have the gift of encouragement. Second of all....
YOU CALLED ME, DIDN'T YOU?! Yep, that gets a gold star or something. I would have broken out in hives and passed out before being able to dial your number. :)
Dearest Husband.....
Raspberries to you. :P ~~~~~~~
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