One of my new years resolutions that I’m admittedly already failing at is cultivating less new relationships. I just can’t do it. People are too damn cool. Lately, I’ve developed a couple of relationships from previous acquaintances. One of my husband’s friends and I began chatting it up via a Scrabble-like game on our Iphones; Our conversations now range from relationships to jobs to family back to spelling on Scrabble. We both have found we have much more in common than either of us ever thought. Today I went out with Miss Becca, a girl I met at school last year but am just now becoming closer friends with. Over margaritas, fried cheesecake, and queso we sat and talked for close to three hours; As we weren’t getting an actual meal and took up a booth, our waiter may have wanted to kill us. But it was totally worth all of the gossiping, chit-chatting, giggling and getting to know the other that went on in this time frame. Getting to know people and letting people get to know me are among two of my favorite things in life. Thus, my intense love for cultivating relationships. There are just so many things to learn, hidden layers of everyone to get to know, so many layers of myself I like sharing. I just like unveiling layers, I guess. It makes for more empathy, bonding, surprises and laughter in my life. So,fellow bloggers and friends, now I am going to tell you some rather random layers you may not know about me. Ps: I think you should maybe do the same thing in return?
“Do you break things when you get mad
Eat a box of chocolate cause you’re feeling bad
Do you paint your toes cause you bite your nails
And call up mama when all else fails?
My, oh, my, you’re so good looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I’ve not tasted all you’re cooking
Who are you when I’m not looking?”
-Blake Shelton, Who Are You When I’m Not Looking.
Strange, Random, and Little Known things You May Not Know About Your Friend/ Fellow Blogger (Me!) ((Spiced up with pictures from a lovely weekend)):
- I was born in downtown Austin, at Brackenridge hospital on March 24,1989. I shouldn’t have been born until about Mayish but was five weeks early. I looked like an ugly little alien for the first couple months of my life.
- Because I was born so early, I was very underweight and lanky until I hit puberty. I think because I became used to being so underdeveloped my whole life, it came to a shock to me when I grew boobs and a womanly body. I still occasionally feel awkward having a figure that perverts whistle at, but am learning to like it more as I grow up and grow into it. My body. Not the whistling.
- I love the word ‘poop.’
- I had my first “boyfriend” when I was in the third grade. His name was Shelby. He was an adorable little dimple-faced boy who was a grade above me. I had bright red hair, freckles and glasses that almost covered my entire face. He didn’t like me at first, to say the least. Then he moved away. I was devastated and prayed for months that he’d come back. Miraculously, he did come back. Even more miraculously,he started to like me and we began to “go out.” (aka sit by each other at lunch and swing on the swing-set together) I, even then being one to obsess over what I can’t have until I can have it, soon broke up with him over a game of Monopoly. He then moved away again. Crazily enough, We began talking on Facebook a couple years back and he ended up coming to my wedding with his lovely girlfriend. Life is so amusing to me.
- Because I married so young, my wedding is only the second I’ve been to in my life, and the first in adulthood. I do finally have a few other friends getting engaged now, and I’m soon going to be a bridesmaid for the first time in my life. Eek! I’m excited.
- A strong suit: I have a knack for winning people over.
- A flaw: I sometimes over-think and over-analyze to the point of giving myself bad headaches.
- Women who are ‘The Other Woman’ and act proud of this fact both confuse and infuriate me. I definitely understand that people make mistakes, but to boast about playing a part in destroying a relationship? Maybe I’ve just watched too many episodes of Cheaters but this seems to be 80 percent of the lot. I just don’t get it. You should feel awful and regret what you did everyday for the rest of your life. You should not be flaunting the fact around like some sort of prize. Bimbo.
- I talk to pretty much everyone and randomly ask people I barely know if they want to hang out. I think I’ve maybe terrified a couple of people, but for the most part I’ve learned that people would love to hang out and are just waiting to be asked.
- I have a pretty low voice that I’ll subconsciously raise about 342345 octaves whenever I’m on camera. I feel like I sound like a man. I used to get told, regularly and by strangers, that I looked just like Zooey Deschanel. I never really saw the resemblance and finally,once my hair wasn’t so dark, I started to get less of the resemblance comment and more comments that I sound like the actress. Our tones of voices and inflections are pretty similar. I can live with this. Ahem. I don’t sound like a man. I sound like Zooey Deschanel, thank-you very much.
- I actually like when people prove me wrong. I feel it keeps me open-minded and less ignorant.
- I love bad music meant for 12 year olds. Love. Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato….It’s sad and a little embarrassing to admit, but I sing that stuff loud and proud in my car. “It comes naturally,naturally,naturally bay-bay-bay-be”
- A couple years back my dad more or less offered me a job at Dell. He told me to get my associates degree and he’d get me the hook up. (In more dad lingo than that) I realize I could probably be working as an internal blogger right now making a hella lot more than I am at Starbucks, but I wanted the college experience and a bachelors. I think more than anything, I just want to be young right now, at least in this way. But it’s interesting to me, the paths we could take and choose not to. I’m hoping this one pays off.
- My husband and I are pretty darn compatible on most things. We have close to identical belief systems, and though he’s more conservative and much more Catholic than I am, we’re both open-minded enough to understand where the other is coming from. Other than silly little arguments, we don’t fight or clash on much. If we were to ever have one issue, it’s that I could see him wanting a baby before I do. He turns 28 next week and I’m still 21. A lot of people his age are now starting families. I’m not even close to ready. On top of that, I have an irrational fear of raising a kid. You know those girls who think a baby will fix an awful relationship? I’m opposite. I have this ridiculous notion that children mess up good relationships. Silly, I know. Luckily, I have a patient and sweet husband who I know will wait as long as I need him to. Well, fifty may be pushing it. We’ll see.
- I like to make really weird faces and ask friends, “What if I smiled like this?” Their reactions usually differ from bursting into laughter to telling me “I probably wouldn’t be your friend anymore.” I make pretty scary faces.
- I love doing things I’m bad at in public. Dancing, Singing and Bowling are a few of my favorites.
- Also, I can roll my tummy. It’s my only bodily talent and I’m very proud of it.