Alright, I'm in.
* Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about him/herself.
* Bloggers who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
1. I prefer getting up obscenely early on the weekends, no matter how late I was up the night before. I like to deal with mundane household chores--cleaning the bathroom, last night's dinner dishes, scooping the litter boxes--in the haze of early morning before I'm fully awake. That way, I barely notice I've done them, and don't feel like I've lost any part of my "real" day. If I sleep past 7am, I feel like it's too late to bother getting anything done.
2. I could eat tex-mex 7 days a week. Particularly, the chicken enchiladas from Loco Hombre, even though I never go there anymore because they have those stupid big-screen TVs everywhere.
3. I have a recurring nightmare about someone coming to my home with the intent of killing me. In the dream, the home is always whatever home I'm living in at the moment, but it's always a different guy.
4. I feel like I've forgotten how to be stylish. When I was younger and working in a more corporate environment (i.e., corporate banking), I had to dress up every day. But I mean, I really dressed up. I spent a ton of time every morning on my hair and makeup, being adventurous with outfits, experimenting with belts and scarves and pins. (Of course, it was the late 80s, so accessory overload was kind of a thing then.) But the office I work in now has a casual dress policy, so I--like most people here--wear jeans and some kind of tee shirt or sweater every day. When I try to deviate from that into something a little more put together looking, I ended up feeling weirdly overdressed, even though I'm probably not. But by not trying, I often feel like one of those sad middle-aged ladies on What Not to Wear who has 4 pairs of I-give-up capris (3 in black and 1 in khaki) and wears them to everything.
5. I have a hard time with the concept of vacationing to relax. I either need to be learning something or volunteering for something or challenging myself physically. Apparently.
6. I think I'm a pretty good writer, and wish I had the discipline to do more of it.
7. I love advice columns of any kind. Dear Abby, Miss Manners, Tomato Nation's Vine, those "how often should I recopper my pots" letters in Martha Stewart Living Magazine...any of them. If someone has a question that someone else is going to answer publicly, I want to know about it. When I lived in Colorado, I would even listen to this late-night Christian call-in talk radio show. Everything the host said was complete bullshit of course, but it amused me more than angered me to find out what she'd tell the married father of three who is confused by the blow job he accidentally solicited, received, and enjoyed in the men's room of that Sears. ("That happened to you because you opened your heart to Satan instead of to Jesus...").
8. I'm not so much shy as I am introverted. Some people get energized by being around lots of other people; I'm the opposite. I love other people--love meeting them, being with them, talking to them, etc.--but I am easily exhausted by it. For every one night out with other people, I need, like, two nights in alone to recover or I start to feel exhausted and bitchy.
9. Despite being really comfortable and capable being alone, I love being in a relationship and miss being in one; I like feeling like part of a team.
10. The sound of football on TV makes me feel angry; the sound of baseball on TV relaxes me.
I'm not tagging anyone because I think everyone who reads my LJ has already done this. But if you haven't, do it now!
* Bloggers who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
1. I prefer getting up obscenely early on the weekends, no matter how late I was up the night before. I like to deal with mundane household chores--cleaning the bathroom, last night's dinner dishes, scooping the litter boxes--in the haze of early morning before I'm fully awake. That way, I barely notice I've done them, and don't feel like I've lost any part of my "real" day. If I sleep past 7am, I feel like it's too late to bother getting anything done.
2. I could eat tex-mex 7 days a week. Particularly, the chicken enchiladas from Loco Hombre, even though I never go there anymore because they have those stupid big-screen TVs everywhere.
3. I have a recurring nightmare about someone coming to my home with the intent of killing me. In the dream, the home is always whatever home I'm living in at the moment, but it's always a different guy.
4. I feel like I've forgotten how to be stylish. When I was younger and working in a more corporate environment (i.e., corporate banking), I had to dress up every day. But I mean, I really dressed up. I spent a ton of time every morning on my hair and makeup, being adventurous with outfits, experimenting with belts and scarves and pins. (Of course, it was the late 80s, so accessory overload was kind of a thing then.) But the office I work in now has a casual dress policy, so I--like most people here--wear jeans and some kind of tee shirt or sweater every day. When I try to deviate from that into something a little more put together looking, I ended up feeling weirdly overdressed, even though I'm probably not. But by not trying, I often feel like one of those sad middle-aged ladies on What Not to Wear who has 4 pairs of I-give-up capris (3 in black and 1 in khaki) and wears them to everything.
5. I have a hard time with the concept of vacationing to relax. I either need to be learning something or volunteering for something or challenging myself physically. Apparently.
6. I think I'm a pretty good writer, and wish I had the discipline to do more of it.
7. I love advice columns of any kind. Dear Abby, Miss Manners, Tomato Nation's Vine, those "how often should I recopper my pots" letters in Martha Stewart Living Magazine...any of them. If someone has a question that someone else is going to answer publicly, I want to know about it. When I lived in Colorado, I would even listen to this late-night Christian call-in talk radio show. Everything the host said was complete bullshit of course, but it amused me more than angered me to find out what she'd tell the married father of three who is confused by the blow job he accidentally solicited, received, and enjoyed in the men's room of that Sears. ("That happened to you because you opened your heart to Satan instead of to Jesus...").
8. I'm not so much shy as I am introverted. Some people get energized by being around lots of other people; I'm the opposite. I love other people--love meeting them, being with them, talking to them, etc.--but I am easily exhausted by it. For every one night out with other people, I need, like, two nights in alone to recover or I start to feel exhausted and bitchy.
9. Despite being really comfortable and capable being alone, I love being in a relationship and miss being in one; I like feeling like part of a team.
10. The sound of football on TV makes me feel angry; the sound of baseball on TV relaxes me.
I'm not tagging anyone because I think everyone who reads my LJ has already done this. But if you haven't, do it now!