This is probably proof that I should be doing something else. 100 things about me is something that bloggers do. 100 statements begining with I. A long selfish list that you didn’t ask for. Here is my start.
I am Leah.
I am a twin.
I am an aunt almost four times.
I have a cat named Spidey.
I have a cat that is scared of most people and who sheds a great deal.
I am making a pot of Potato, Leek, and Garlic soup. Stay away from me.
I manage an ice cream, candy, coffee, cafe, gift store and love it.
I have two magazines and two books under my pillows at any given time and a pile of 10 magazines under my alarm clock.
I can hit the snooze button every nine minutes for three hours and not notice it was ever going off.
I have 5 pillows and only really need one.
I am also making little cups of jello for lunch this week.
I have been writing the blog since some time in November when I was in London.
I have two tatoos and I often forget they are there.
I own very few movies, most are starring John Cusack. Although I did add When Harry Met Sally and Amelie to the mix.
I go on bad dates instead of good ones, but not by choice.
I can dance tango, salsa, and merengue. Waltz too, and even cha cha, but not the fox trot or samba. Too much shaking going on.
I was a late bloomer–only recognizing the power of purses, make-up, and sexy shoes in the last two years.
I am listening to Moby 18 and it cost me 7.99 pounds in London.
I have just ordered contact cards, so I can give business cards to people I meet. It will tell them my phone number AND this blog address.
I earned varsity letters at two high schools for weird things. Swimming, band, speech, and maybe lighting crew.
I used to play the oboe.
I got out of playing the oboe by getting my toungue pierced when I lived in Iowa.
I took out the piercing when I lived in Colorado, because it was just silly.
I got my belly button pierced instead and forget it is there, until I catch it on my belt and almost rip it out for the 18th time.
I met Weird Al.
I broke my glasses at a Weird Al concert in San Francisco in the summer of 1999.
I got my first tatoo in San Francisco.
I prefer writing real letters to emails, but recognize that email is a whole lot easier to do.
I am a sucker for stationary stores, notecards, and envelopes.
I think pork chops with macaroni & cheese is one of the best all around meals. Top it off with strawberry shortcake and you have heaven.
I just learned that nothing about my perfect meal is Kosher. Drat. Time to invent a new favorite meal.
I like to dip my french fries into a chocolate shake.
I like the satisfaction of shaving after up to a week or more of not shaving. It seems like I’m really doing something and there is more a feeling of completion.
I think it is weird when women won’t shave their armpits, but then get bikini waxes.
I buy all my wine from south america. It makes me look smarter about wine than I really am.
I still wish on eyelashes sometimes and on the clock when it says 11:11.
I miss direct deposit.
I miss Durango, Colorado.
I think Brunch is the perfect meal.
I used to say my favorite color was red, because it would ensure my boyfriend would give me red roses. Now I freely admit that I like purple.
I still like red a lot, but not more than purple.
I like my potatos mushier in my soup.
I don’t like four ice cream flavors: Licorice, Bubble Gum, Spumoni, and… Maybe it is just three. Not bad, we have 100 flavors.
I don’t know when I’ll return to Durango, because my sister is due the week of snowdown. I just realized that. I can’t go to Colorado when my sister is getting ready to have her baby.
I realized that I might want a family one day at Trimble Hot Springs in Durango.
I was surprised.
I am also suprised how much I like dogs now. I didn’t like dogs when I lived in Iowa, but I pretended I did, cause boys like dogs. Now I’m not faking.
I am faking about your pet crocodilie. I remain not a fan of domesticated reptiles.
I am quickly approaching my 5th college reunion and my 10th high school reunion.
I will finish the list another day.
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