Actually, I didn’t get kidnapped. But Ruby tagged me to do this, and she got kidnapped and I was just trying to outdo her. Why? Because at first I thought there was nothing interesting left for me to say about myself since, I succumbed to pressure and wrote out this, and then.. this. But, then I thought to myself ’self, you ARE entertaining and there is MUCH the world doesn’t know about you, so do it! And do it well!’. Hence,

FIVE Things You Don’t Know About Me

1. I’m a reading dork.
Now, I’m a teacher so I promote reading all the time. It makes you smarter! It expands your vocabulary! All the cool kids are doing it!, but the difference between being an avid reader and being a reading dork is what you read and how often. I’ve made no excuses to hide the fact that I’m not so secretly in love with Bob Woodward. I have, however, recently discovered a new lusty-like feeling for George. If I just enjoyed the good political book that would be fine, but I like to sprinkle them in between re-reading Harry Potter for clues to what will happen in Book 7. Because, I think I’m going to find all the answers by re-reading the end of book 6, oh, 4789 times. (And to further hammer the dork point, I will admit that I got panicked thinking I wouldn’t get Book 7 the day it came out, so I pre-ordered and then asked what time the store opened so I wouldn’t be waiting in line until my 35th birthday). And if that still didn’t prove how much I loved reading, when I was 9 years old I told my brother that I loved books so much I wished I could eat the pages so they would always be inside me. Okay, I said that when I was like, 14. Okay… like 22. He still makes fun of me for it.

2. I’m anti-”blog”
I hate the word blog. Because it rhymes with my two least favourite words- slob and glob. The word ‘Blog’ makes me think of old sweatpants that smell like sour milk and spray cheese smeared on the side of someones face. I prefer the term ‘Post’, as in “I posted about Ohio”. To me, “post” implies that I typed while wearing creamy white gloves while sipping chamomile out of a dainty teacup adorned with hand painted buttercups. I’ve never actually typed while wearing gloves, or drank tea out of an actual teacup with saucer (I prefer comfy pants and a juice box), but the idea of it makes me feel better.

3. I’ve lived in a tent
Not permanently. But, growing up my dad’s hobby required travelling every summer, so each year from June to August, my family would travel all over Western Canada. And because for the entire summer we lived in our holiday trailer, and as much as I love my family a girl needs some space- I took to sleeping in a tent.
Every night. Every summer. For ten years. (And for this sacrifice, my parents rewarded me with a very cool tent of my choosing for each summer. To this day, I get ridiculously excited when I see the tents up at Costco for you to buy)

4. I like hospitals
I suspect the reason I like them is because when I’m there it’s me in the hospital and not anyone else. If I knew someone who was always in the hospital, I suppose I would detest them with the same fury that Paris would shun polyester. But, because it’s me, I enjoy them. When I’m there overnight, I love the blankets they give you with just enough scratch to exfoliate (too bad they didn’t smell like this) your body and dim lights- dark enough to make you sleepy, not enough to make you scared. I get blood taken a lot (mostly, to just re-confirm the fact that the blood I do have is bad), and doctors waiting rooms make me feel just as good. I like reading all the old Housekeeping magazines that give me quilting advice or tips on making meatloaf. Perhaps the reason I like hospitals and waiting rooms is because I know neither is permanent.

5. I’m always gettin’ lucky
When it comes to winning contests, or getting money for doing nothing, I’m always getting lucky. The last contest I entered and then forgot about, I won. First place. Hundreds of dollars in gift certificates to the mall, new sunglasses and two tickets to a three day outdoor concert. When I was in university I applied for this obscure funding option based on the fact that my grandmothers grandmother was Native, and I got my last year of tuition/books/rent paid for. Plus a healthy spending allowance. And even now, I get random cheques from the government and I have no idea why.

And now you are fully in the know about me. Oh, one more thing… I’m trying to update my blogro-, er, postroll, so if I don’t have you would you just leave a comment so I can keep track of everyone I need to add?