One of the bloggers I follow, Nicole did a fun little post yesterday that she found on another blogger's site. It was fun to read, and I thought I'd do something similar. The original tag was Five Things You Didn't Know About Me, but both Nicole and the woman she saw the idea from posted ten, so I thought I'd do the same thing.
1.) My Food Can't Touch ever...We're talking even at Thanksgiving, corn and mashed potatoes....if they touch, I don't eat that part. OK, so if you know me, perhaps you already did know that. At one point, my friends threatened to give me a lifetime supply of the Styrofoam divider plates as a wedding gift if I got married....did y'all ever wonder if that's why I'm still single :-)
2.) As a child, I hated my name. I mean, HATED it.... When my brother was born, he was named for my mom's dad, who had passed away three months before JT was born, and I was jealous. John was named for someone, for Grandpa, and, really, for Great-Grandpa. He had tradition behind him. Me? Apparently I was named for a character on a movie that my parents watched when my mom was pregnant. Dad liked the name and it stuck. Of course, as my mom once pointed out, there weren't great choices for me. After being presented with the options of Verona (Mom's Mom), Mildred (Dad's "foster" Mom), Bernice (Mom's Mom's middle name) or my great-grandmothers Olga or Ida, I decided Staci was just fine.
3.) I really, REALLY, want to trace back my family ancestry. This probably has to do with the item above. I want to know some family names. My dad was in foster homes most of his life, and I know his dad's name, and have actually been able to trace that arm of the family back to when they came to the United States. Mom's mom's side I can also trace back pretty far; it's the other two sides I can't. I found a census form that was completed when my uncle was a baby, so I have a first name (Although it doesn't match what I'd been told at one point), but can't trace it back any further. Then, there's my mom's dad's side...yeah, NOTHING, zilch, nada. Grandpa's parents were gone before he married my grandmother, and back then people just didn't talk about those things; so we're kind of at a stopping point. I guess I was hoping for some exciting name that didn't sound too old fashioned, but no such luck.
4.If I were picking my career today, it would likely be in law enforcement. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, it's fun, challenging and I get the opportunity to meet a lot of new people. Being on the road like I am, I don't get sucked into the "day in day out" routine. That said, what I do isn't "life altering." I don't save lives or protect people from harm, I just help people with ways to calculate taxes....pretty dull, huh
5.I am NOT a morning person. I'm told as a baby I had my days and nights mixed up, and I'm not sure that I ever truly outgrew that. I'm most productive late at night; whether it's something for work, baking cookies, cleaning, I can get more done after 10PM than I can before 10AM.
6. I'm afraid of Thunderstorms. Well, the lightning more than the thunder, but the whole storm. Growing up, my parents house was struck 13 different times, and most of those times I was actually a witness to the ball of fire. Now, when there are thunderstorms, even if they're not severe, I'll camp out in the basement (which is a big part of the reason that I finished part of mine up....sitting on a piece of carpet wasn't exactly a really great place to wait out storms).
7. I can't drive a standard transmission. My parents are still arguing (20+ years later) about who spent more time teaching me how to drive, so they never tried. My brother tried once or twice, but the left side of my body (i.e. the clutch foot) and the right side of my body (i.e. the shifter hand) just don't work together.
8. I still remember the first thing I got wrong in school. I was in first grade, and the assignment was to color the pictures of all of the "short vowel" words. I didn't color the bag...because I don't say bah-g...I say BAG. Long A. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
9. When I make a mistake, even a small one, I beat myself up over it for a long time. I'm far from perfect, but when I make a mistake that someone else catches, I dwell on it and confidence in myself takes a hit. So much so that, at points, I've refrained from doing things simply because, once upon a time, I screwed up.
10. I haven't given up on my dream to have kids. Growing up, my career changed many times (although I always knew I never wanted to be a bus driver)...n first grade, I wanted to be an astronaut, in fourth, a teacher; n middle school, I wanted to be a nurse and then a lawyer; by the time I got to high school, I knew I wanted to be an accountant. Throughout all of this, I knew I wanted to be a mom. In fact, part of the reason I opted for accounting is because it offers flexibility. I wasn't going to be burned like my mom was when she took a few years off of work to have kids; at least in accounting I knew there would always be a job for me. Now, as I'm pushing 40, the odds of me having kids are getting slimmer, but I haven't given up on that dream yet.
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