- After I first got married, I worked as a copy editor for a veterinary journal. It was an interesting job, but as I tend to be just a little bit of a hypochondriac, I was always coming home worried that I had some sort of obscure bovine disease.
- I absolutely cannot watch scary movies. My son once convinced me to watch The Sixth Sense with him, and I couldn't go downstairs alone at night for months afterward.
- I hate driving over bridges or high overpasses. They scare the devil out of me, and I have to force myself to keep my eyes open!
- As you may have guessed from No. 3, I am afraid of heights. The third step on the step-ladder makes me feel dizzy.
- I drive too fast, and I'm impatient with others who drive too slowly. I also talk out loud to the other drivers. My favorite comment is: "You drive like sh**!" I try not to say this out loud with my daughter in the car (as she will be getting her license soon), but sometimes it just slips out. She usually tells me to calm down.
- I love animals. I grew up with dogs, birds, horses and lots of cats. My neighbors had chickens, pigs and sheep. I would love to live on a farm.
- I am an absolutely awful dresser. Theoretically, I know what to wear, but I just can't be bothered. I wish there was a mother's uniform -- sweatpants and a t-shirt.
Well, now you know my deep, dark secrets; unless, of course, you've fallen asleep from boredom. I know I'm supposed to tag seven other people, but as I'm new to this whole blogging thing, I don't think I know seven of you that haven't already played. So, if anyone out there would like to play, consider yourself tagged!
Oh, and by the way, deciding to post a picture of myself was probably the hardest thing I've done on here so far. I like being anonymous! (And I hate pictures of myself!) But I felt that it would be so much easier to imagine the seven idiosincrasies with a face to go along.
Have a wonderful weekend!