My friend Jen tagged me for a meme, 8 things you don’t know about me. I’ve never done one of these, but then again I’ve never been asked either.

I’m not so sure I can though. Honestly, if I haven’t mentioned it yet, I probably shouldn’t. That’s true for at least all the interesting stuff. Overall I’m probably a pretty boring person in general. I knit, I raise kids, get irritated at the world. That about sums it up. But I’ll try.

A little history about me:

One: When I was 18, I took early graduation from High School and left home for parts unknown. I spent a year working as a waitress or whatever to earn some sort of a living while I got youthful foolishness out of my system. I cannot reconcile my feelings of terror that my kids would do something similar with the fact that I did more learning and growing up during that time than any other time in my life.

Two: At the end of that year I came home, got a job and a tiny apartment and started college. It was a little like completely changing who I was almost overnight, but it worked for me. I still believe a person can decide who they want to be, then just go out and do it.

Three: Over the next seven years, I worked some, studied some, got married, had a baby and eventually graduated. I have a B.A. Degree in Economics - a very useful thing for a Stay-At-Home Mom, let me tell you.

Four: At my college graduation, I could hear one-year-old TR fussing in the crowd. It was a very memorable and defining moment to me. It seemed to sum up that it was OK to do things my way in my own time - I could still get the end results I wanted.

Some other weird things about me:

Five: I cannot stand to have my feet touched. It makes my skin crawl and makes me want to scream. Consequently, I have never had a pedicure. I’d rather go to the dentist.

Six: I am afraid of elevators. There is something about being closed up in a tiny space that’s moving out of my control that inspires all kinds of panic in me. Oddly though, a glass walled elevator is even worse. I don’t avoid them entirely, but I grit my teeth, stand close to the door, and step all over people getting out.

Seven: I think I knit so much, or crochet or sew or craft because I used to smoke. I have quit smoking for years at a time, 3+ years most recently, but the urge never ever goes away. Keeping my hands busy makes a huge difference. I literally cannot sit still without having something in my hands to do, or the urge to be holding a cigarette is too strong.

Eight: When I was very little, I completely believed that the profile picture of Roosevelt on the dime was actually a profile picture of my Dad. It wasn’t just the fact that it looked an awful lot like him; I completely believed my Dad was important enough to have his picture on everyone’s money. That probably explains a lot about why, even to this day, his rare praise means so much to me and his criticism is so incredibly painful.

There you go - I did it! Took me several days but I did it! There’s something about a writing “assignment” that changes everything, isn’t there?

I don’t think I’m going to tag anyone specific - if you read this and are inspired by it, then consider yourself tagged!