Happy anniversary!

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2 years A Tale of a T-Rex was born as a place for me to talk about things that were going on in my life at that time.  I never saw it lasting more than a few months.  2 years and almost 300 posts later it is still going.  Things have certainly changed over the past two years, but there is still plenty to write about.  I look forward to the 3rd year of A Tale of a T-Rex.

Last year, to celebrate the one year anniversary, I did a recap of my favorite posts from year one.  That post will be coming soon . . . the year two recap.  It will be an interest adventure down memory lane.  I hope you join me.

Until next time . . .

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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 12 – 2 Words/Phrases That Make You Laugh

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Face it, some words or phrases just make us laugh.  Whether it’s because they are so completely true, or because they are just weird, or because we are all still kindergarteners stuck in an adult body.  Language is an amusing and glorious thing. And thus today’s writing challenge topic . . .

Day 12 – 2 words/phrases that make you laugh

1.  Raisin cookies that look like chocolate chip cookies are the main reason I have trust issues.

2.  How am I supposed to make life choices when I still use my fingers to count and I have to say the whole alphabet to see which letter comes next?

But who can stop at just 2?

“Fart” and “poop” can reduce even the most mature adult to a giggling child.

At work this week one of my coworkers had to read a script for a deer-meat processor.  The script included the phrases “pack your box with sausage,” and “meat tubes.”

When my husband and I go to Sonic for milkshakes I always ask him, “do you want my cherry?”  I don’t like that particular fruit, and his mind falls into the childish gutter.

And despite how much I dislike the word “moist,” it always makes me laugh, because people who know me will say it just to drive me crazy.

Until next time . . .

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 11 – Your Current Relationship Status

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Irony is what today’s post is built around.  You see, “day 11” of my 30 day writing challenge was yesterday, but I never got around to writing it.  I had plenty of time to write it, but alas wouldn’t take the time  to actually log in to WordPress and tap out the letters to form this post.  Sounds like the first few years that I knew the man that would become my husband.
I am Rob’s wife.  We celebrated our 11th anniversary on October 29th, but I have known him for almost 15 years.

Day 11 – Discuss your current relationship status

I moved to Paducah, Kentucky on January 13, 2001 to take a job with Withers Broadcasting.  A few months later a man started calling to make requests.  He became one of my regular callers.  In October of 2001 I was at a motorcycle shop doing a live broadcast for the station.  About halfway through the broadcast a man walked up to me.  He was tall.  He was wearing black jeans, a black shirt, black boots, and a black overcoat.  He was a little scary looking, except for one thing . . . the sleeping baby girl on his shoulder, his daughter.  I knew who he was immediately.  He didn’t need to introduce himself.
For the next few years this man spent his time continuing to call me for requests, show up to my live broadcasts, and bring me gifts to the radio station.  The joke with my coworkers was that this man had become my stalker.  He would periodically ask me out and I would always find an excuse to blow him off.
In the summer of 2003 I starting dating a man, and by the fall of that year he and I were living together.  It was a bad relationship.  He and I never really liked each other.  It was a relationship of convenience.  I One day during the summer of 2004 I came home from work to find that the man was packing his belongs and moving out.  I was not upset by this sudden turn in events.  Again I say that he and I never really did like each other.
A few days later, while as work, I went through the prize winner sheets.  I was looking for information for one recent winner.  I found his name and his phone number, and made the call.  After almost 3 years of this man calling me at the station, showing up to all of my life broadcasts, and asking me out, I called him and asked him out.
A few nights later we went out for dinner.  The next night he went out to a bar with me and a bunch of friends.  We got engaged that night.  Yes, you read that correctly.  We got engaged on our 2nd date.
On October 29, 2004, we went down to the McCracken County courthouse and were married by Judge Clymer.  That day was also my sister’s 20th birthday.
On January 8, 2005 (Elvis Presley’s birthday), we had a wedding for our family and friends.  The dress, the tuxedo, cake, everything.  We went to Memphis, Tennessee for our honeymoon.
We found out in late March of 2005 that I was pregnant.
Our marriage has not always been easy.  There have been plenty of hills and valleys.  There have been many moments where I have been ready to throw in the towel and walk away.  But two days we celebrated our 11th anniversary, and I look forward to many more years together.
I may be a day late in writing this post for the 30 day writing challenge, and I may have been 3 years behind in seeing someone who was right in front of may face.  But here I sit, knowing that I am in love with my friend.  I am in love with a man who is good, devoted, strong, and kind.  I know that there are times of laughter and fights ahead, but I look forward to those days with my husband.

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Until next time . . .

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 10 – A Fruit You Dislike and Why

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Banana, apples, grapes (red and green), strawberries, kiwi, oranges, pineapple, cantaloupe, peaches.  No this is not my grocery list.  This is a list of fruit that I love.  I’m sure I missed some, but you get the point.  Yes, I love a tasty, chocolatey candy bar, but there is something delectable about the natural and sweet goodness of natures own candy . . . fruit.  Yum!
And that brings us to the topic of today’s writing challenge . . .

Day 10:  A fruit you dislike and why

There are very few foods that I don’t like.  I am a self-professed glutton.  I love food.  I have an insatiable sweet tooth.  And, like I already said, fruit is nature’s own candy. But there is one fruit that to say I dislike it would not do my feelings adequate justice.  I don’t just dislike this fruit.  I loathe it intensely.
First off it’s peel is deceiving.  It’s textured and bright orange, which can lead a potential eater to think that it is, in fact, a big orange.  Then when you cut it open it’s center is juicy and inviting except for the fact that it’s bright pink.  And not a cutesy Barbie pink.  It’s a day-glo, neon, could-only-be-created-by-a-nuclear-accident pink.  What freak accident happened with fruit DNA over the millennia to make this horrendous shade of pink happen?  (The same goes for watermelon, an equally disgusting fruit.)
It easily peels apart into nice little sections like an Orange, and you pop a morsel into your mouth expecting the sweetness to roll and dance delicately across your taste buds and down your throat like a colorful ballet.  But no!  What you get instead is a horribly puckered mouth perfect for teenage Instagram duck-faced selfies because again this fruit has deceived you worse than any lying, cheating ex ever could have.  Instead of sweetness, you get a noxious tart nightmare for your taste buds that make Sour Patch Kids look like amateurs.
You spit out the offending section of lying fruit, but the taste lingers and nothing can make it go away.  It’s embedded in every single one of your taste buds like disgusting citrus cement.  You vow to never, ever eat another piece of that bastard fruit ever again.
Grapefruit, you are the asshole of the fruit world.
Until next time . . .

30 Writing Challenge: Day 9 – Your Feelings On Ageism

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A topic that has more meat to it that all of the other topics of this writing challenge so far.  It’s one I’ve been thinking about all day.  Do I ever witness, or even display, this form of discrimination?  Do I even really know what it means?  Is it as obvious in the world as other forms of discrimination?  Yes.

Day 9: Your feelings on ageism

We are raised to respect our elders.  They have worked longer, seen and done more, learned from experience, helped to mould and shape the world into what it is today.  They know the road we are traveling down because they paved it for us.  Yet as a person ages our respect for them diminishes.  We forget what they have done in the world to make it what it is today.
My grandfather was in the Navy in World War II.  He was on an aircraft carrier that was hit by torpedoes in the South Pacific.  It sunk.  Many of his shipmates did not survive.  He lived to over 90 years old, having survived that horrific nightmare, and he passed away having never learned how to swim.
He came home where he married, fathered 3 sons and 3 daughters.  He found a career as an aircraft inspector for Ozark Airlines.  He was the last man to sign off on a planes safety before it took to the friendly skies.  When I was a little girl, and even now, I believed that there was nothing that my grandpa didn’t know.  He could fix anything that was broken.  Build additions to his home that were completely up to building code with little-to-no assistance from contractors.  He was a man that worked even after retirement, not because he needed to, but because he didn’t know how to not work.  After retirement he worked at a home-improvement-type store, he was a maintenance person for the local parks department, and he was a substitute shop teacher for my school district.  He was a work-with-his-hands man.  He worked.  He earned his paycheck by working his butt off everyday, because that was how he was raised.  He was a product of the Great Depression, and so he never wasted anything because he knew what it was to have nothing.  He and my grandmother lived well because they let nothing go to waste.
Our grandparents are the people who built this country.  So why do we have so little respect for our elders.  Why do we, as a country, throw the elderly to the wayside when they are no longer “productive” citizens.  When they take advantage of the retirement that they have so rightly earned we put them on a shelf to collect dust and we focus our attention and respect on the young and productive of the world.  We forget where this country came from because we can’t be bothered to show respect and reverence for those who broke their backs for us.
We complain about that slow grandpa driver in front of us.  We mock senior discount day at the grocery store.  We make fun of the various illnesses that befall an aging body.  We lie about our own age so people won’t call us “old.”  We don’t want to be old because we know the world will throw us away as quickly as we threw away our own elderly.
Does ageism exist?  Yes.
Do we perpetuate it?  Yes.
Will we someday be victims of it?  Yes, because we are teaching the younger generations how to treat their elders by how we treat our elders.
Until next time . . .

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 8 – A Book You Love and One You Hate

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Books.  A cover.  Pages.  Sentences.  Words.  A story.  Fiction Nonfiction.  Ebooks are convenient and an easy way to carry your entire bookshelf with you wherever you go.  But there is something about the weight of a book on your hands.  The scent of the new ink, or the slightly musty aroma of an older book.  Absentmindedly playing with the pages edges while you are lost in the story. ? Fighting the urge to skip to the final pages because you can’t wait to find out how the story ends.  Admiring the cover art each time you reach for your book.  Rereading an old favorite because the story in those pages captivates you.  Books.  They are a magical piece of art that can transport you through time, space, and emotions with the simple turn of a page.
Suffice it to say, I love reading.  There are some days that can not be better spent than by cozying up on the couch with a good book.  I love those days.
I developed a love of reading very early on, and over the years it helped to foster my love of writing.  There is still little that I love more than getting lost in a good book.
Right now I am currently reading the Life Application Study Bible.  I have tried many times to read the Bible all the way through, but have not made it.  This time I’m not letting myself not finish it.  It’s beautiful and life-changing.  It truly is THE Good Book.
Today’s writing challenge topic, in case you haven’t already guessed:  books.

Day 8:  A book you love and one you hate.
(It was hard to think of one that I hated, but I expanded on the topic with several that I love.  I could just narrow it down to one loved book.)

Books I love:

Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil
George Berendt

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A murder in old-money South.  I wouldn’t think this story could actually be true, except that it is.  Sometimes truth really is stronger than fiction.  Thought-provoking.  Unusual.  Funny.  Wonderful.

The PD Chronicles: Blatant Confessions Of A Radio Guy
Jack James

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This is a must-read for anyone that works in radio.

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn
Betty Smith

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A beautiful look at early-1900’s Brooklyn, New York, and a girl on the edge of adolescence, watching her world change around her as she leaves childhood behind.

My Sister’s Keeper
Jodi Piccoult

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How far is too far for a family to go to save their dying child?

The Bronze Horseman
Paulina Simons

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I’m not generally one for period books.  Too hard for me to relate to.  But this one grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.  A love story set in World War II Russia.  A wizened soldier and a naive civilian as they fight to be together, and fight to stay alive.  The backdrop of the story is relatively true to history.  The romantic in me wonders if a story like could have happened during such a dark time in Russia’s history.

The Time Traveler’s Wife
Audrey Niffenegger

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Despite how much I loved this book, the movie was a slight disappointment.  It never reached the emotional level that the book did, no matter how hard it tried.

Phantom
Susan Kay

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Tells the entire story of Erik, the Phantom Of the Opera.  The original book by Gaston Leroux starts with Erik already living beneath the Paris Opera House.  This books starts with Erik’s mother while she was pregnant with him.  It tells an enchanting and tragic story of a disfigured genius who just wanted to be surrounded by beauty and to find love.
On a side note:  I have literally read the cover off of my paperback copy of Phantom, and had to buy it in hardback.

Lucky Man
Michael J. Fox

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Truly inspiring.  Thrown a huge curve ball at the height of his acting career, and he has caught that ball and run with it while keeping a smile on his face with his unfailing optimism.

Book I hated:

Eat, Pray Love
Elizabeth Gilbert

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I am sorry to all those that loved this book and said it really spoke to them or changed their life.  I tried.  I really tried to enjoy this book, but I just couldn’t do it.  I just flat out intensely disliked this book.

This is just a small number of books that I have read over my (many) years, the ones that grabbed my attention from my bookshelf as I remember to write this post.  I am sure that as soon as I click “publish” 9,000 other books will come to mind that I have loved or hated over the years.  And such is the joy of a book, it’s always there to remind you of and take you on its wonderful journey all over again.  All you have to do it open the cover.

Until next time . . .

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 7 – What Tattoos You Have and If They Have Meaning

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You sit for hours in a chair, a bare patch of your skin exposed to the constant pricking of needles as ink is placed into your body for the rest of your life.  You are honoring the memory of someone you love.  You are showing honor to the military or a group you are a member of.  You are proudly displaying your love of your favorite band or sports team.  You are turning your body into a walking work of art.  The blank canvas you were born with is getting inked with a memory, with love, with a design that holds meaning for you.  Maybe you are displaying it somewhere on your body that everyone will be able to see, or maybe it will be only where you can see it.  Each tattoo is a visible part of your soul, of what makes you the person you are.  Today’s writing challenge topic is about just that . . . tattoos.

Day 7:  What tattoos you have and if they have meaning

I have four tattoos, and plans for at least one more.

01.  A smiley face on my right breast:  smiley-face-clip-art-niXoRMbiB

02.  Marvin the Martin on my left shoulder-blade:  Marvin-marvin-the-martian-740025_151_263

03.  The Aerosmith logo on my right ankle:  aerosmith_logo

04.  and Elvis Presley’s signature on my left wrist:  Elvis_Presley_signature

There is no deep sentimental meaning behind any of my tattoos.  Smiley faces are just happy.  Marvin the Martin is an underrated bad ass.  Aerosmith is my favorite American band.  Elvis Presley, the greatest artist in the history of Rock and Roll.

The tattoo that is still on my wish list does have a deeper meaning for me though.  I still want to get a big sunflower on the cap of my right shoulder with the stem coming down my arm as it turns into a pencil.  I always wanted to be a published author, to write a novel and put it up for sale.  On January 2, 2014 I achieved that goal.  I self-published an e-book on Amazon for Kindle called “Sunflowers.”  I didn’t write it to become a world-famous author.  I wrote it as a challenge to myself, to find out if I could set that goal for myself and actually follow through with it.  I did it.  I hand-wrote the entire first draft in 2 purple spiral notebooks, hence the stem coming down my right arm and turning into a pencil.  I will get that sunflower tattoo someday, just as I always said that I would write a novel someday.

Until next time . . .

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 6 – Someone Who Fascinates You and Why

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Everywhere you turn there are fascinating people doing fascinating things.  Maybe it’s the patient teacher who works with special education students.  Maybe its the hospice nurse.  Maybe it’s the person who led you to Christ, or the single mom that works two jobs and still finds time to play with her kids.  Or maybe it’s a reality show celebrity.
People that fascinate us are not always people we admire.  Something that is fascinating is just something that grabs our attention and holds it in its sticky little tentacles for some reason.  Hurricanes, tornadoes, and blizzards are fascinating.  Once-beloved celebrities that have fallen on hard times are fascinating.  Anything that is out of the scope of our normal day-to-day expected perception is fascinating.
With so much fascinating possibility how do you narrow it down to just person that stands out above the rest?  And that is the topic of today’s writing challenge.  For me it’s an actor who build a hospital.

Day 6 – Someone who fascinates you and why

Today people know St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital in Memphis Tennessee as a beacon of hope for children and their families in the fight against childhood cancer and other catastrophic diseases.  The doctors work tirelessly to find a cure and save our children around the world.  The doors never close.  The lights are always on to welcome a scared family, no matter the time of day or night.
The hospital has an onsite and accredited school so children don’t fall behind their classmates while going through their treatment.  It has it’s own pharmacy where they make meds specifically for each patient.  There is one cafeteria in the whole hospital where doctors, nurses, janitors, moms, dads, and patients eat together.  There are 3 different housing buildings for families that are going through treatment.  There are no-mo-chemo parties when the children finish their treatment.  There are miracles happening everyday in Memphis at St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.
But it wasn’t always that way.  St. Jude wasn’t always there.
The story of St. Jude starts with a fascinating man who made a promise and kept it.  The story of St. Jude starts with a prayer and a man down to his last 7-dollars.  The story of St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital starts with an actor named Danny Thomas.
Before Danny Thomas became a successful actor and comedian he went to church to pray.  He was out of work.  His wife was pregnant and the baby was due soon.  He needed help.  He made a promise to St. Jude Thaddeus, the patron saint of hopeless causes, that if he became successful he would build a shrine to St. Jude. He dropped his last $7.00 in the offering bin. A week later he got a job to do a commercial that paid 10 times what he put in the offering bin. Danny’s career and success was just getting started, but through his fame he never forgot the promise he made to St. Jude.  It was always right in the forefront of his thoughts.
A perk of his success and celebrity status was that he had influence and knew people with money.  He was an outstanding salesperson for the goal that he had to fulfill his promise to St. Jude.  He didn’t want to just build a statue or hang a plaque.  His plans were big.  He wanted to save the children of the world that had been written off as hopeless causes.  He wanted to build a hospital where children could come to be cured of their cancer, but he did not want to charge the families of these children for one single thing.  Nothing!  No doctor bills.  No medicine bills.  No housing or food bills.  He didn’t even want the families to have to pay to travel to St. Jude.  The only thing he wanted the families to do was to focus their love and attention on their sick child.  He knew that a child battling cancer would be stressful and scary enough.  He didn’t want their parents to worry about how they were going to pay for treatments, or have to forego treatment because it was too expensive.
Danny spent several years selling his idea to everyone he knew, fundraising for his promise fulfilling vision, and on February 4, 1962 St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital opened its doors in Memphis, Tennessee.  The hospital quickly became a beacon of hope for the hopeless. Danny Thomas believed two things when he set out to open the hospital: that no child should die in the dawn of life; and no child should be denied lifesaving treatment due to their race, creed, or their ability (or inability) to pay.
To this day St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital never charges a family for the treatment that their child receives. The hospital even covers their travel expenses, food, and housing, and they do it all with donations from people around the world who believe in Danny’s mission as much as he did.
St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital has improved the survivability of childhood Leukemia to 94% since opening its doors. The research done at the hospital is shared all over the world, and has helped children (and adults) beat cancer. It is a hospital that is bright and colorful. It is full of smiles and life, laughter and hope. The shrine built as a promise to the patron saint of hopeless causes has become of place of hope, a place to live.
Danny Thomas fascinates me because he made a promise in his time of need, and when he found success he kept his promise and changed the lives of countless children and their families.  People may not always remember that he was an actor that brought smiles and laughter to television, but the world will never forget the promise Danny made and the shrine he built to the patron saint of hopeless causes: St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.

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Donate online at stjude.org.

Until next time . . .

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 5 – A Place You Would Live, But Have Never Visited

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Boise, Idaho.
Fargo, North Dakota
Juneau, Alaska
Honolulu, Hawaii
Livermore, Colorado
Providence, Rhode Island

Those are all places I have never visited.  Some of them I would like to visit someday.  Others, well let’s just say that I won’t be planning that road trip anytime soon.  I do love road trips.  I love exploring, finding out about the local history, and stopping at all the tourist traps along the way.  This is a great big country with so much regional flavor and diversity that being in the American South is like being in a completely different county from the American New England area.  Head west and you have entered yet another completely different country.  Yet the 48 contiguous states are connected by mountains, rivers, prairies, and deserts.  It is just one big opportunity for endless exploration.
Today’s writing challenge topic is (purposely, I’m assuming) a bit vague to keep the writer from putting any walls up to possibility, and in honor of that vagueness, I will say right now . . . Sydney, Australia.  But I think I will keep it a bit more local and stay inside the United States for today’s 30 Day Writing Challenge topic.

Day 5 – A Place You Would Like To Live, But Have Never Visited

I love to travel.  I adore road trips.  I enjoy stopping along the way to take my picture at the “Welcome to **state**” sign.  I like meeting the local people, and searching out the non-chain restaurants that are owned and operated by someone in that community.  I love to explore and see what is beyond the confines of my everyday world in Paducah, Kentucky.
By simply traveling 100-ish miles I could be in Clarksville, Tennessee or Mount Vernon, Illinois.  200 miles could take me to Memphis, Tennessee or St. Louis, Missouri.  All I need is a tank of gas, an open road, and the opportunity to just get away for a day or forever.
I’m supposed to pick just one place in which I would to like to live that I have never visited, but when presented with the endless possibilities of this topic, how could I pick just one location?
My ultimate goal in life is to become a professional tourist.  I want to sell all my belongings, buy an r-v to live in, and spend the rest of my days exploring towns along the highways and byways of this beautiful and culturally diverse land called the United States of America.  I want to hang my hat in quiet little sleepy towns, and share meals with locals who know the history of their community.  I want to get lost in the towns that tourism has let fall to the wayside and discover what keeps them going.  I want to attend community fairs and town celebrations.  I want to meet people from one coast to the other and get to know the mom-and-pop side of America that isn’t in a travel brochure.  I want to ask for directions from a person sitting in a lawn chair on the courthouse steps.  I want to see local landmarks that were recommended by a diner waitress that calls me “Hun” and welcomes me to her town.
I want to see winter in the mountains and fall in New England.  I want to see the sunset from the beach, and the sunrise in the woods.  I want to live in a perpetual state of discovery of local landmarks, parks, and kitschy roadside attractions.  I want to go where the GPS won’t find me.
There is so much of this country I haven’t seen, and the best way to get to know it is to get in the car and go.
This topic wants me to pick one specific place that I would want to live that I have never visited, but how can I pick just one location when I want to see them all.  So if I must pick one place that I would like to live that I have never visited then I pick the United States of America.  Yes, I already live here, but I have not visited all of the places that make this country wonderful.  But I will, someday.
Until next time . . .

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 4 – 10 Interesting Facts About Yourself

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Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?
There are many things that going into making a person who they are.  They are made of their experiences from the past and their hopes of the future shaping who they are right now like a precious and beautiful piece of art.  How can all of those thing that make a person be narrowed down into simple little list like things to pick up at the grocery store?  Are there certain attributes that are more important or interesting than others?  What makes me the me that I am right now?
And as such is the topic of today’s writing challenge.

Day 4 – 10 Interesting Things About Yourself

01.  Though I make my living and spend the better part of my work day in a studio talking on the radio, I have terrible stage fright.  I am incapable of getting up in front of a group of people and speaking.  To try to do so renders me a stuttering inept mess.  Yet, despite this, I have managed to find a home singing in the praise band at my church.

02.  No matter how much I love my husband and son, there are times when I miss being single and completely independent.

03.  I hate the smell and taste of coffee.  It is quite possibly the most disgusting smell on earth.  And while my husband and son can drink coffee by the bucket, I get my caffeine fix from Dr. Pepper.

04.  I didn’t know how to cook anything that didn’t come from a box until I got married.  My husband loves to watch Food Network, and so I spent a lot of time watching it with him.  And that is how I learned to cook.  Alton Brown and Good Eats was a great (and very entertaining) teacher.

05.  When I was 15 years old I was diagnosed with Juvenile Myoclonic Epilepsy.  There was no family history, and no cause for the Epilepsy.  I was just one of those rare cases of the brain malfunctioning for no reason at all.  Meds controlled the seizures, and I eventually outgrew the epilepsy.  My particular type of epilepsy is prevailingly in teenage girls, and disappears after puberty.

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This is one of the greatest moments in cinematic history.  After every break up with a guy that I still longed for I always wished I could be Diane Court and the guy would be Lloyd Doubler standing outside my bedroom window while playing Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” to win me back.

07.  I don’t wear any kind of lipstick or lip gloss now because of the years I spent in band while in school.  I played clarinet and saxophone, and having anything on my lips would ruin my reed.  So my lips always went bare.  It’s a habit I’ve never been able to break.

08.  I do not have, and refuse to get, internet at my house.  I am a workaholic, and if I have internet access then I will spend my time at home doing work instead of leaving it at the radio station.

09.  I have literally read the cover off of my paperback copy of “Phantom” by Susan Kay.  I eventually had to buy it in hardback.

10.  My name was Colleen until I was born.  As soon as my mom gave birth to me and saw me she decided that I was not a Colleen after all.

And now, with these ten pieces of information, you know me without actually knowing me at all.  What makes you the you you are right now?

Until next time . . .