I run 4-5 days a week and I take it very seriously but I WILL NOT run if I don't have my tunes (because I undoubtedly forgot to charge my iPhone.. again). I think running without distraction is pure torture and I don't understand how anyone can do it.
I would rather eat a peanut butter and jelly (strawberry) sandwich on white bread than almost anything else.
I can play the piano. Badly.
It took me a really long time to realize that Mos Def's name was not really Mos Def and that Mos Def is slang for most definitely.
Up until that time (three weeks ago) I thought I was doing a pretty good job of being an almost 40-year-old hipster.
I have a terrible phobia about throwing up or being around someone who might throw up in a public place. It makes being the mother of two small children a very interesting world.
Just typing that last sentence was very difficult for me to do. (deep breaths)
In college I was an English major, tested out of the lower level english requirements and then got a D on my very first paper. I considered dropping out right then and there but didn't.
I'd love to quit my job and work in child protective services or social work but lack the constitution to handle it.
I wanted to name my first son Hugo but didn't. Now there is a boy across the street who is also in his kindergarten class who's name is Hugo. If I had named him Hugo, and we were neighbors and they were classmates that would be totally crazy.
What don't I know about you?