I am full of curiosity. I’m nosy. I like bios
because I like to know stuff about the writer. I like to judge and have an
opinion about them. See if they have an interesting story. I hate when people
are all mysterious in their bios. I don’t want to be hypocritical, that’s just
annoying and rude. So I wrote down few statistically facty type things for you.
I like making up words, by the way.
I hate zucchini but I
love every other vegetable, even eggplant.
I am allergic to cats
but I don’t judge them for it.
I’m obsessed with
ninjas and tiny people. Not little people, but little humans—toddlers, the two
and under set mostly. Because they are so small and it’s funny to watch them
walk. Especially when they first start. I have one living in my house. He trots about
on his little tiny stubby legs and he’s got hands and feet just like a normal
adult, but tiny and chubby and with a dimple at the root of each finger and
pudge all over, which is cute on a baby but frowned upon on a full grown lady
with cottage cheese thighs. He laughs about four hundred times a day, which
makes me laugh.
A ninja baby would be
the best of all worlds.
I am jealous of my seven year old daughter, because she
wants to grow up to be a mermaid, and I’m pretty sure I’m done growing and it
hasn’t happened for me yet. She still has a shot. She also wants to be a famous
singer like Paul Simon or Hannah Montana, and she says I can come to all her
shows and sit in the front row and wave at her so she doesn’t get shy.
I pinch people’s butts in public. It’s hard to stop once you
start.
I dance in the grocery store and sing along to the Muzak
whenever I hear it playing, especially when it’s Mariah Carey or Paula Abdul
circa 1993 songs.
If you say a word I
might sing a song that has that word in it, and it will probably be an old and
somewhat obscure song because I grew up listening to my dad’s records and his
musical taste could either be classified as eclectic or schizophrenic. Pretty
sure Wham, Al Jarreau and John Denver should not be in the same collection.
Cheese is the best thing to eat. People make up religions
all the time, and I have always had a dream of starting my own fake religion
and making people eat cheese and wine and chocolate instead of crackers and
grape juice in tiny cups. The cheese and chocolate could be carved into shapes
like ninjas or trees or tiny villages with little angry mobbing villagers with
pitchforks and people would have to eat them and say a prayer or something to
finalize their membership.
My oldest kid is a boy and is extremely talented. He can
make his neck almost disappear and scrunch down so far like a turtle with his
hat pulled down that you can only see his eyeballs. He does this mostly when he’s
in public with me or when I drop him off at school. He didn’t do it for the
first ten years or so, but in the last two this talent has been slowly emerging
and now I think he should take his show on the road. It’s that good. He also
has some eye-rolling skills and super cool slang that he likes to drop on me
and then smirk when I get confused about what he means.
I like to make up other acronyms than the real ones, or
guess if I don’t know. ASPCA could be Alpacas Specially Programmed to Corner Aardvarks.
Some things I like because they are subversive and cool, and
no one really gets why, they just think I like them ironically, but I don’t. I
really like them. Like polka dancing and monkeys wearing pants and Shakira and
bubble gum. Bubble gum is just fun because it’s a game and also a food but you
can’t swallow it or it will stay in your stomach for seven years.
Ninjas are super interesting because they rarely speak but
they can seriously kill you with one pinky swipe. I would always be on the same
team as any ninjas, even the bad ones, if I am ever asked to choose sides.
Because they are the ones you want on your side in the event of a zombie
apocalypse or similar. Even if our side runs out of bullets they will still win
because they can just jump up and kick the zombies’ heads right off. A ninja
zombie though, might be hard to defeat. But hopefully the ninjas on my team
would be better than their zombie counterparts because their arms and legs
wouldn’t fall off when jumping and kicking and whatnot.
Sometimes I pretend to know more about something that I
really do, and I get caught pretty much every time because I am not a very good
liar. I will almost always profess to like something that I really want to like
because it seems cool, like Zorbiting, and I will inevitably brag about my
Zorbit talents to a Zorbit expert and they will start asking me details about
Zorbiting and I will stutter and be lame because I have actually never been
Zorbiting even though I really want to someday. Because it looks super fun and cool. A Zorbit is
like a giant hamster ball. You get inside and roll around. You can even do it on water.
I have some supernatural abilities and I feel like I am
probably too old to get into Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters (XSFGY is a
terrible acronym, by the way) but I definitely belong there.
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