The Random

I’m not a morning person.  Which makes being a mom to two small kids a very dumb idea between the hours of 5 and 10 a.m. every single day.

I have a random allergy to cilantro.  Please do not feed me any of your homemade salsa or I will be doubled over with stomach cramps for the next three hours.

I have perfect pitch.  Occasionally it’s fun.  More often than not, however, I find myself analyzing the dissonance created by the drone of fluorescent lights and the hum of a nearby radiator and then it’s just plain annoying.  #musicnerd

According to the Meyers-Briggs test, I’m an ISFJ.   Among some of the more famous people I share this personality profile with are “Dog, the Bounty Hunter” and “Mother Theresa.”  This makes me laugh.

I could probably be a vegetarian if it weren’t for bacon.  Nature’s crack, I tell ya.

I made it all the way to Dallas, TX in a regional spelling bee when I was 9.  Then I was the very first one out.  I guess someone had to do it.

I am an only child (and an only grandchild on one side of the family).  I confess to still receiving checks in the mail for random holidays like Halloween or Memorial Day. (No complaints though..)

I’ll take listening to music over watching TV any day.

I will drink just about anything red with a french name.   I’ll pass on beer, though.

I don’t understand people who run “for the fun of it.”

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I kept her gender a secret from my husband for the last five months of the pregnancy.

I just recently discovered that I love Swedish Fish.  How I went my whole entire life and never knew how amazing they were is beyond me.

In a truly classic,”what-was I-thinking?” moment, I participated in the Miss Richmond Pageant in 2002.  Nowadays, parading around in a swimsuit in front of 1000 people has me reaching for my Xanax.

I took four years of German in high school with the intentions of studying classical music abroad in college.  But, despite the fact that I never made that trip, I’m eternally grateful that I stuck with it so that now, I can say things like, “Excuse me, where is the toilet?” and, “I’m sorry, I have a headache.”

I consider the $650 I paid for my epidural the best money I’ve ever spent.  Ever.