Confessions of a Rose Monkey

So today I thought it would be fun to go in a totally different direction (something, by the way, that happens frequently when I'm driving, because I have NO SENSE of direction WHATSOEVER) and make a list of things that are true of me that I've always been slightly ashamed of. Things that I'm learning to embrace. Things that formerly embarrassed me... and maybe still do... but I'm working on just accepting. If you can't change it, embrace it. Blog therapy, if you will. :-)

- I am a picky eater. That means no red meats, no American cheese, nothing fried, choosiness when it comes to selecting chicken, and a constant effort to introduce new foods and combinations to the diet so that I don't tire of the ones I already like and eat all the time. What's more is that I've always been this way, like even before I knew how bad for you fried food is. This, of course, opened me up to a world of teasing as a child. "She eats HEALTHY STUFF!!!! She hates HAMBURGERS!!!" Well, it's true. What's so funny about that, yo? (I do, I might add, keep this under wraps as much as possible in social situations to avoid hurting people's feelings or being rude. FYI. I don't want people to think I'm like Bruce Springsteen, who, as we Pop Video addicts of the '90s know, was once kicked out of school for "excessive weirdness.")

- I love thermies. I have a collection of the snuggliest thermies evvvahhh. They currently get the most use under lounge clothes - which shows how far I've come with this. Back in the day (middle school, probably), I attempted to wear them under everything from like October to March or April, so I probably went around looking like a snowman all the time... which, on second thought, may not have been so bad since I weighed no more than 80 pounds back in those days. Oh, and side note - thermie pants should ALWAYS be tucked into snuggly socks. ALWAYS. That keeps the entire leg fully covered and maximally warm at all times. Now, once again, you may think I'm a crazy goon for saying this, but I'm not the only crazy goon out there who adheres to this standard. In fact, upon spending the night at my grandparents' house as a kid, I discovered that my Granddad also followed this lovely rule, independently of my influence. Smart man.

- When I've been reading textbooks for an extended period of time, I start talking like a textbook without even meaning to. Just ask Chris or Jennifer Williams or basically anyone who ever knew me during school: I start saying such things as, "I foresee a twofold solution to this problem" and other assorted textbook-sounding junk. I apologize. It's nerdy to the max, I know. (I also know that "to the max" adds instant nerdiness to anything you're trying to say. And no one will take you seriously.)

- I adore sleeping in late. In fact, as I write this, I just woke up. (This probably says a lot about the content of this post.) This, like the food-pickiness habit, are things I have tried and tried and tried to break - to no avail. I guess it's just who I am. I'm Rosemary's granddaughter, the spitting image of my... never mind, hate that song!!! UGH! sorry! (But if I have to suffer with it stuck in my head, so should you?) As far back as I can remember, Saturdays have been my sleep-in days, and you can't take that away from me! However, now that I don't work on Mondays or Fridays (for now, though hopefully that's about to change), I am attempting to discipline myself to wake up sometime before 11:15. It's not working very well. So I'm sitting here in my lounge clothes (with thermies) (and socks tucked in) typing this pre-breakfast. And it's 11:35. Oh well.

I should probably stop now, before I scare away what little of an audience I have from reading this blog anymore. Much love, and adieu for now! :-)