Found this at Nicole's, after checking out her ring. Thought it was fun! No tag, but if you'd like to join in, please do!
Accent: Generic American (northeast? But definitely not boston), with a little something odd thrown in – every now and again, someone picks up on the South African in me
Bra size: Well, I used to be a B, until I went to Gap Body and found out I’m a miserly A. Ha!
Chore I hate: Laundry. So M does it for me!
Dad's name: Anthony, but pronounced Antony. What we’ll name a son if we have one.
Essential make-up: NONE! I don’t buy into the ‘you must wear make-up to be beautiful’ mantra.
Favorite perfume: Don’t wear any. But I love Obsession and Drakar on a guy. (That kinda dates me, doesn’t it!)
Gold or Silver: Gold. Silver just doesn’t look right on me.
Hometown: Born in Pretoria, South Africa. Formative years in a chi-chi town west of Boston. ;-p
Interesting fact: I have hiccupped every day for the past sixteen years. Not kidding. Only one-three hiccups at a time, a few times a day.
Job title: Scientist I. How boring!
Kids: None :-( But I have names! Antony George, for a boy, or Tabitha Rose for a girl.
Living arrangements: Nice little three bedroom garrison colonial. We were lucky enough to find new construction in our price range! (Okay, a little outside, but we manage).
Mom's Birthplace: South Africa.
Number of apples eaten in last week: None. Number of apples eaten in entire life? About 0.5. I can’t stand fruits. Any of them. And I don’t eat many vegetables either!
Overnight hospital stays: 1 – after a car accident. I skidded into oncoming traffic in my three-month-old Miata. Totalled my car and one other, $5K damage to a third. Hospitalized for three days (which I don’t remember at all) with a major concussion, stitches next to my eye from the window, and a broken collar bone. If it weren’t for my seat belt and air bag, I wouldn’t be here.
Phobia: Nothing major. Although flying insects make me squeamish. And eating disgusting things, aka Fe@r F@ctor
Question you ask yourself a lot: Do they know that I have them all fooled?
Religious affiliation: None. Agnostic. I believe in a higher power, but not as circumscribed by official religions.
Siblings: One younger sister. Of whom I am deathly jealous at the moment.
Time I wake up: Varies – 5:20 on mornings when I have hockey, 6:00 if I’m going to the gym, or a leisurely 7:30 just to go to work. And around 10 on the weekends.
Unnatural hair color: Mostly blonde.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: There are a lot of veggies I don’t like. Lettuce probably one of the worse ones. I absolutely WILL NOT eat a banana though. Grosss. Epitomizes everything I don’t like about fruits and veggies!
Worst habit: Staying up WAY too late at night.
X-rays: Not too many. Leg, when my dad broke it when I was three (inadvertently! And I got a cool new pair of shoes out of it). Collar bone from aforementioned accident. I assume. HSG – does that count? Various teeth. Oh, and I had my lungs x-rayed once to check for TB ‘cause I get a positive on the stupid skin test every time.
Yummy food I make: Mmmmm…. Cake…..
Zodiac sign: Aquarius
9 comments:
A hiccupping, hockey playing, scientist of South African descent? Now, that's hardly boring. I also remember from an earlier post that you sew. Any other special talents?
Sorry, I just typed the word verification letters as my name. That first one was me. It's early!
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OK, I'm intrigued. How do bananas signify, to you, everything that's wrong with fruit?
What is the essential banana-ness that makes it essentially fruity?
It's really all about the texture. Mushy. And yet not. bleauch!
I don't know where it comes from, but that's my big issue with fruits - the texture. Love the flavors, will drink fruit juices all day long, but the actual thing? No thanks!
(I did once eat a grape, when forced to by my parents, after a 45 minute tantrum. In seventh grade. It was ~ok~, but I would never choose to eat one.)
Actually, I have a fruit-texture-but-not-the-flavor issue, myself. I can eat fruit in its raw, unadulterated form. Or pureed. But nothing in between. No chunks, no floating bits, nothing smooshed and cooked - blech. Is it the pectin in fruit that makes it extra jiggly and jelly-like? I don't know, but I agree with you, Nico, it's not good.
I forgot I even did this one! Yeah!
Thanks for the nice comments on my blog by the way - I really appreciate hearing from new IF people.
Now - mushrooms - I am allergic to them now, but when I was little I made my parents pay be $.25 for every piece I ate. I think I have about $7 off the deal! (Haven't eaten them since)
Accent: Southern United States
Bra size: D (used to be a B...I want to go back there)
Chore I hate: Laundry.
Dad's name: Orvil (like the popcorn dude)
Essential make-up: foundation
Favorite perfume: too many to name. I'm not a one-scent kind of gal. B&BW, or Mary Kay's Pure Bliss (they don't make it anymore)
Gold or Silver: Silver
Hometown: Patterson
Job title: Ministry Assistant for a religious organization
Kids: None (I do have dogs, a cat, and turtles)
Living arrangements: 3 bedroom/2 bath
Mom's Birthplace: GA
Number of apples eaten in last week: None.
Overnight hospital stays: 0 Phobia: Nothing major. snakes, maybe.
Question you ask yourself a lot: What was I thinking?
Religious affiliation: Christian -Baptist.
Siblings: 1 sister, 1 brother, 2 SILs, 2 BILs
Time I wake up: 6:10-6:30
Unnatural hair color: Mostly blonde.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: brussel sprouts or greens (mustard, turnip,etc)
Worst habit: biting fingernails when stressed (gross, I know!)
X-rays: arm, once, in 5th grade
Yummy food I make: I made a really good cheesecake or pumpkin pie.
Zodiac sign: Aries
My best friend lives in Pretoria. We're thinking about living there for a while in a few years.
Accent: Australian
Bra size: C
Chore I hate: Any form of floor cleaning. It never looks clean enough to me.
Dad's name: Peter
Essential make-up: spf 15+ lip gloss.
Favorite perfume: CK Truth
Gold or Silver: White gold or silver.
Hometown: Melbourne, Australia.
Interesting fact: It's bloody hot in Melbourne today.
Job title: Managing Director
Kids: Hahahahahahah!
Living arrangements: 3 bedroom unit with two cats - Isidor & Annabella.
Mom's Birthplace: Melbourne.
Number of apples eaten in last week: None. We eat pears, peaches, bananas, kiwi fruit, mango, but not so many apples.
Overnight hospital stays: About three weeks worth when I was six months old. I had meningitus. Nothing since then.
Phobia: Spiders, snakes, sharks, heights, the usual. I'm a pussy.
Question you ask yourself a lot: Should we stop trying? is the usual, this week it's - Am I pregnant?
Religious affiliation: Wiccan.
Siblings: A really annoying younger sister.
Time I wake up: 7am. The cats know the alarm goes off at 7:10am.
Unnatural hair color: Almost black brown.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Cucumber.
Worst habit: Obsessing over not being pregnant.
X-rays: Teeth, jaw (dislocated), hips & knees (mine are fucked).
Yummy food I make: Baked yogurt chicken with mint salad.
Zodiac sign: Pieces
What shots I am doing -
Del Estrogen every three days for 10 days and then a dildo cam. Then I add in a little crazy juice (aka PIO) and do that for 10 days straight (my poor husband!) while continuing with the DE every three days. Then I get the fun torture of an endo biopsy. I think they pulled one over on me - I'll blog about that later!
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