#'s 74-50

Here are numbers 74 - 50 things about me! 

74.  I am a pure-bred youngest child (the youngest child of parents who were both the youngest in their sibling line).

73.  I have a brother and a sister.

72.  I have two nephews.

71.  I wonder if loving naps on weekend afternoons is normal.  Every weekend.

70.  When my cell phone rings, it plays "Push It" by Salt-n-Pepa.

69.  I love "Jack FM" and I don't know why. 

68.  I wish we had "Jack FM" here in Shreveport.

67.  My favorite meal is filet mignon and lobster tails.

66.  I sing the National Anthem at official military ceremonies on my base.

65.  I don't think my voice is all that great, but I happen to sing that song decently.

64.  When I was a little girl, I wanted to be Kurt Thomas.  Didn't care that he was male.

63.  I make one hell of a cheesecake.

62.  Someday I will have a personal trainer and a personal chef. 

61.  I love to look at the stars when there are no lights anywhere around.

60.  Seeing a hot air balloon makes me giggle and say "look look look!!!"

59.  I won't answer my phone if The Soprano's are on.

58.  I am a good leader because I am a great follower.

57.  My sister in law bought me my first massage last month in Las Vegas at the Bellagio.

56.  I prefer spending time alone more often than I like to spend time with others.

55.  I have a resume with the sentence "I am really not a people person..." on it.

54.  I run 4 days a week, and if I wasn't in the military, I wouldn't run. Ever.

53.  I have been violently attacked by a vicious dog.  To avoid that again is the only non-military exception to #54.

52. I love to read mindless drivel when I travel for business.

51.  I wish I spoke another language fluently.

50.  I am too lazy to learn another language fluently.

Tune in tomorrow for #'s 49-25!  (this is kind of fun!)

 

 

100 things about me

So, I have decided to steal an idea from my brother's blog and use it. He had done a list of 100 things about himself. Now, I hesitated to do this because of a couple of reasons. First, who gives a shit if they know 100 things about me or not? Second, I don't know if I could actually come up with 100 different things about myself. I fancy myself sort of simple really. However, I am going to give it a shot. And I am shooting from the hip here, so I apologize if I double up on things without realizing I have done so. If this happens, take it as a clue that I am really passionate about that aspect of myself. Also, be prepared, I am honest, and many things about me are SO not politically correct. If you can't handle it, don't read it. :)

To save room, I will do this in the following format: Today will be numbers 100-75, tomorrow will be 74-50, the next will be 49-25 and then 24-1. Here goes nothing...

100. I am a fully grown adult female who is only 4' 9" tall.

99. I have a better work ethic than most.

98. I am very self aware.

97. I am single and childless by choice

96. I love my dog more than I ever thought possible.

95. I sometimes wonder if it is normal to love my dog as much as I do.

94. I am a pro-choice republican.

93. I am very secure.

92. I don't like drinking anything carbonated.

91. The only reason I don't drink alcohol is because I don't like it.

90. I am Jewish.

89. I respect people who believe in God.

88. I don't believe in God.

87. I respect people who don't believe in God.

86. I have little patience for laziness.

85. I believe that people are the masters of their own destiny.

84. I want to destroy my TV when I hear commercials that say things like "did a stroke of bad luck hurt your credit and keep you from getting the car you deserve?"

83. People who drive in the left lane going under the speed limit irk me to no end.

82. People who rubber neck at car accidents irk me even worse.

81. If I had this kind of money, I would live on my own private island. With my dog.

80. I am working on savingthat kind of money.

79. I love convertibles.

78. I can't stand attention, even when it's positive.

77. I think people who "people watch" are rude. No one likes to be stared at.

76. I love being in the Air Force.

75. I am proud to say what I do for a living when asked.

Still reading? ha ha! Tomorrow I will come up with 74-50. If I can think of more. :)

It's that time of year again!

Yes, I watch Dr. 90210.  Not obsessively or anything, but I do love Dr. Li.  I was so happy that her and her husband were able to finally have their baby!!  Ok, enough about that.

So, as I said in the subject line, it's that time of year again!  What time is that, you ask?  VOLLEYBALL TIME!  Yes, that's right, it's volleyball season out at Barksdale AFB.  I really do enjoy volleyball.  This year, I am actually the Assistant Coach.  Allow me to follow that up with a very important statement...I am not the Assistant Coach because I am good.  Actually, I suck.  About the only thing I have going for me is that I am a decent server, and I am not afraid of the ball.  It wasn't always like that, though.  The first time I ever played volleyball was about 14 years ago, when I was stationed in Germany.  It was our first game, and, being that we were on a NATO air station, it was country against country in all intramural sports. That night, it was the American's against the Italian's.  I was up at the net, and my mirror on the Itialian team was a female.  The ball is served, the Italian's set it up for the return and my mirror reaches up to set the ball and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.  I was about 20 years old, it was my first time out of the country, and my knowledge of other cultures was limited at best.  What I learned that night was that Itialian women do not shave their underarms.  Not It, born Itialians.  I had never seen such a thing in my life and there I stood, at the net, frozen.  It was like I had just laid eyes on Medusa and I had turned into a pillar of salt.  I was so frozen that I didn't even see the ball as the Itialians spiked it, hitting me square on the face, breaking my glasses, breaking my nose and laying me out right there on the NATO gym floor.  I was living proof that, yes, the ball CAN hurt you and I swore I would never play volleyball again.

Fast forward to Sept, 2004 and HSA school at Sheppard AFB.  Mandatory volleyball. That's right, mandatory. We did standard PT for an hour in the morning and followed it up with an hour of competitive volleyball.  When one is forced, most of the time, one learns.  I am still a lousy player, but at least now I enjoy the game.  Who knows, maybe this year we will actually win a game!