The end of the last post was kind of fun. Liberating in a way. I’m going to see how many “facts” I can list about myself. I’m not one of those people who can make it to 100, but I’ll free-associate here and see what happens.
I was a DES baby. This caused the next several facts about me:
I am proficient in 6 programming languages.
I can play 7 instruments on a basic level, 4 (piano, guitar, bass, mandolin) well enough to brag about it.
Lintilla and I stopped at Krystal in full dress and tux after our wedding.
I spent my youth and young adulthood worrying about being underweight (sigh).
Here is a major fact about me that even I don’t understand: I am simultaneously paralyzed by shyness in one-to-one situations (especially with females), yet I am fearless speaking or performing in front of a crowd. I have NEVER had stage fright, even in front of a thousand people, even preaching. But get me alone in a room, and you’ll be hard pressed to have me look you in the eye. I guess, as long as I’m in a situation where I can ‘hold forth’, I am in my element. I must be a psychopath.
I got a perm in my long-ish hair in 1984. I think I thought it would make me look like Young Springsteen, but with my wispy mustache and glasses, I looked JUST LIKE Weird Al Yankovic.
I am left handed.
I write with my right hand, however. (Thanks, stupid kindergarten teacher!)
I, like all the men in my family, have a phobia about talking on the phone.
My dad never quite knew what to do with me. He could handle my older brother, he was just a hellraiser. But I was weird.
I was once sent home with a report card that had a single comment: “Strange behavior”
I know this fine person.
Lintilla and I lived between Smyrna and Murfreesboro from 1989-1992. We sold our house right before the boom.
My family moved a LOT when I was a kid. By the time I graduated high school, I had lived 10 different places, all in middle TN.
I saw Rick Springfield/Til Tuesday at Municipal Auditorium in 1985. Nothing like being surrounded by 12,000 hot & bothered women.
When I was 19 and semi-living-at-home, my parents’ house was destroyed by fire. I lost everything I owned.
In 2002 (which must be refered to on this blog as “the Year from Hell”), we lost our house to a fire. We lost almost everything we owned, except, miraculously, the boxes and boxes of pictures and momentos.
I also had Bell’s Palsy in the Year from Hell. I still can’t whistle.
The state of TN and the FBI have a ‘file’ on me. This was long before the Patriot act; if you adopt, especially internationally, you have no secrets.
I have Titans season tickets.
I am a lifelong Vanderbilt football fan. This prepared me to be a Titans fan.
My best friend is the guy who says “This portion of Channel 4 News brought to you by…” He also is the ‘voice’ of most of the locally produced ads at WSMV.
I have never been west of St Louis.
Before this past summer, I had never been north of Bowling Green, KY, or east of Asheville, NC.
I have a fear of heights.
I have been an on-screen personality in an infomercial.
2006 has been the best year of my life.
There’s a lot more, but then I wouldn’t have anything to blog about, would I?
That was fun.