I’ve received my first official tag by Mojito Maven over at one of my FAVE new blogs – Make Mine A Mojito. Thanks, girl!
Here are 7 superbly random and/or weird facts about yours truly…
1. I have 4 names- 2 first, a middle, and a last. However, my parents have called me by my middle name since the day I was born. One of the main questions I was asked after getting engaged was “So what the heck is your name going to be now???” Mr. Wonderful laughs about the fact that I could technically be stuck with 5 initials after marriage. Talk about a crazy monogram… (Mr. Wonderful actually has 4 names as well– 1 first, 2 middle, and 1 last- and we plan on giving our theoretical future children 4 names.)
2. I was born with short Achilles tendons. It was a problem when I was young as I couldn’t run very fast (read: I was the slowest kid in the ENTIRE school…*sob*), but as an adult it has a welcome effect- I’m naturally built to wear 4” heels without any kind of discomfort. This is especially welcome as I’m 5’3” on a good day.
3. I was a biology whiz in middle and high school, and actually cloned sheep DNA with my bio teacher as a “fun” after school activity. (Nerd alert.)
4. When I was a very small child, many friends and family used to give me green olives for Christmas. Not Barbies, not My Little Pony… Olives. And I LO-V-E-D it. I would toddle around the house all day eating green olives hand over chubby little fist until each jar was gone, and would subsequently drink the brine. You can understand my pure shock and amazement to be introduced to the glorious world of Dirty Martinis. “Wait, you mean it’s booze… AND green olives…!? You have GOT to be kidding me.”
5. My absolute favorite animal is a ferret. At one point in my life I actually owned 5 of them. At once.
6. (Totally with Mojito Maven on this one)- I absolutely cannot work out in shorts. Or even wear shorts in general, for that matter. I fully refuse to wear shorts in public, except for the 1 pair of khaki shorts I own (and they are for the golf course only). If/when we ever move back to golf country, I fully plan on a “Lilly P. skirts and capris only” policy.
7. I grew up hating the taste of drinking water. I know, I know, people say water doesn’t have a “taste”, but it seriously does. I used to hate it SO vehemently that I’d come from a run and drink milk to quench my thirst. I would go WEEKS without having a glass of actual plain water to drink. I’m just now getting over the taste issue, since I know it’s SO important for you to drink it (and helps the skin get into wedding shape!)
I’m going to tag 7 other new blog friends I’ve made in the past week: