Thursday, August 4, 2011

You Should ALSO Know…

Ok, so there may have been a few things I forgot to mention when I told you all about me.  I mean, this is serious stuff!  If we’re going to be pals, there are certain things you just have to know.  So, here it is… my ‘Part 2’ of the useless information you should know about me.  Because pals always know useless little tidbits of information about each other.  Here goes:

I pace when I talk on the phone.  Even I don’t understand why.  All I know is that I can’t just sit and I can’t just stand.  I wander aimlessly throughout my kitchen and sometimes just walk in circles around the kitchen table.  Totally random… I don’t even realize I do it.  I either catch myself pacing or my family points it out to me. 

Pizza is my absolute favorite food!  If I had to choose one food to eat for the rest of my life, that would be it.  There are so many things you can do with a pizza! 

When I asked my sister what you might need to know about me, she thought you might want to know that even on my worst days, I’m not a total Witch!  I’m pretty sure she might use the real ‘B word’ here but I don’t talk like that.  But what a compliment!!!  I think my husband and kids might disagree a hundred fold but hey, who am I to argue?

Speaking of not using the ‘B word’, that’s another thing you should know…. I don’t swear!  It’s just not in me.  Tried it on for size in junior high for about a week, felt awful all week long, and have never done it since. 

I like to sing.  That is not to say that I am GOOD at singing.  I’m not one of those American Idol contestants that truly believes I’m really good while the rest of America can clearly hear that I am not.  Oh no, I KNOW that I suck!  But that doesn’t stop me from belting out a tune…. in my car…. by myself.  I can’t do it with anyone else in the car.  Not even Anthony.  By the way, he sucks too!  We both know it. 

While out and about, if I happen to see someone that I know (at the store, bank, McDonald’s… wherever), I run from them… especially if it’s someone I haven’t seen for a long time.  It’s completely silly, I know.  But my face turns bright red!  Just seeing the person, without them even noticing me, will cause my face to turn bright red.  And since that’s an embarrassing quality I possess, I run and hide, avoiding the person at all costs.  If they happen to notice me, then I’ll say hi… with a bright RED face. 

Which brings me to my next ‘need to know’ fact… I’m easily embarrassed. 

I am the oldest of 3 {or 7} kids.  I know, that made absolutely no sense.  Now I’ll tell you that I was the second oldest of 8.  And then I’ll say I was the oldest only child of three.  Are you confused yet?  Me too!

Ok, long story short:  I have one full blooded sister, one half brother, three step-sisters, and two step-brothers.  I was an only child until I was six.  That’s when my sister was born.  Then there was a divorce when I was 10… lots of drama, yada yada yada, then a marriage when I was 12 which came with five step-siblings who lived with their mother.  Two years after that, my little bro was born (half brother but really, he’s just my brother… just like my stepdad is my Daddy).  I was 14, my sister was eight.  The step-sister that was just about a month older than me was never really in the picture, sadly.  The other four were at first and then it tapered off as the years went by.  Wish I could have gotten to know them better.  Anyway, I grew up with my sister and little bro… both of whom were quite a bit younger than me.  Each of us taking on the role as only children in a way. 

I can’t believe I forgot to mention this in the last post of facts…. I am a HUGE New Kids On The Block fan!!!!!

{Yes, that is one of my old NKOTB dolls… Jordan?  Jonathan?  I don’t remember…}


Should I be embarrassed about that?  Probably so… IF it were true now.  Luckily, my obsession with Joey and Jordan ended when I was about 12.  But you see, my biological father {who was divorced from my mom when I was 10} seems to have the 10 or 11 year old Brooke stuck in his head.  He calls me every. stinkin’. time the NKOTB are going to be on any TV show to let me know that “your favorite band is going to be on”… Good Morning America, The Today Show, etc.  Really?  I don’t really care!!  I’m beginning to think that HE likes them more than I EVER did!  And he was ‘so disappointed’ that he couldn’t get me tickets to their concert in Las Vegas a while back.  I’m pretty sure I’m not going to cry over this one.  And it doesn’t matter that I’ve told him about 67 times already that I don’t care about NKOTB, he still thinks that I do.

I know absolutely ZERO about them now!  How do I make him understand?  UGH!

And the last thing you should know is that I love nicknames!  I’m more likely to use a nickname (that I give the person) than a real name.  I’m more comfortable with that for some reason.    

Anyway, now I want to know what I should know about you!  Anything quirky or weird about you?  Because as you can see, I’m perfectly normal!! Winking smile


See Part 1 here!


Grumpy Grateful Mom said...

You are exceptionally hilarious, and likeable. I also tried out swearing in junior high, and was quite talented at it, but lasted much longer than a week! I stopped when I started high school.

I also occasionally run from people I know, especially at the store. Not sure why. It just feel awkward sometimes.

And it is so funny that your biological dad lets your know about of the New Kids concerts. I'm still giggling at that one.

Finally, I'm almost done. I read another post today that is completely different,but reminded me of your family dynamics. Here's a link:

RoryBore said...

Hey found ya! will have to thank Grumpy Grateful for the referral....because anyone who leads me to apple recipes with chocolate bars in them, chocolate chip cookies, and NKOTB references (as if they scrambled egg family dynamics isn't enough), is sure to be a friend. Hey - don't get all red faced and run okay? LOL

Unfortunately for me, I can curse like a sailor, who switched careers to a sailor, and then decided to go full pirate. I normally choose NOT to exercise this talent; however the Irish/British bloodlines make it difficult. You are expected to learn how to string together a few choice curses into a long, although oddly fascinating sentence that leaves your listener sorely stunned, a bit appalled, but slightly awed.

looking forward to reading more!