Five Things You Don't Know About Me

My friend Rob posted this last month, and I thought it was kind of fun. Here's the problem: my life is pretty much an open book. I don't think there are 5 things about me that nobody else knows. As Broochay said, "For people not to know things about you would require that you have thoughts which you don't immediately voice."

So, here are 5 things you may or may not know about me.

1. I can't see *anything*
My eyesight is baaaaaaaaaaaad. It's 20/600. Yes, 20/600. I can't see clearly more than 6 or 7 inches in front of my face. My glasses (I probably wear them once a month, if that) give me a headache. I've been wearing contact lenses since I was 14 years old! (no, not the same pair!)

2. My 15 minutes of fame
I was Miss Teen Ashland in 1988. The selection was based on application, not at all on looks or presentation. Not only that, I think only 3 people applied. I have no further comment on this at this time.

3. Being lonely...
I was horribly picked on as a child, teenager, and yes, even college student. I had very few friends, and spent a lot of time alone (watching TV, reading, or sleeping). Apparently, people found me "weird." I guess they still do, but they're not so mean about it! The few friends I had (and still have!) are some of the highest quality people I know! My best friends are some of the best people in the world, and I'm lucky to have them in my life. (getting teary-eyed)

4. And this didn't help the "lonely" situation
I used to play the clarinet. I stopped in high school, and used my half-thumb as an excuse. I would say that the half-thumb wasn't able to hit the key in the back of the instrument. I think the truth is actually that I wasn't very good at it, and didn't want to play anymore. :-(

5. I don't like seafood, either.
I have an irrational fear of crabs. No, not the STD. Actual crustaceans. They scare me. If I'm going into rocky water, I wear sandals. Not for the comfort, but because I think it protects my feet from crabs. I won't touch the ground in the water with my feet until I've cleared the immediate area. I freak out near seaweed because that's where the crabs hide. Even hermit crabs frighten me. The ones that are smaller than a quarter can be cute, as long as they don't move too fast. You'll have to ask Kathy about the "fiddler crab" incident, or Veronica about the "land crab" incident in Miami. I blame it all on my sisters.

There. Your turn!