Seven Random Facts.

I've been tagged by Krista of chick9clothing. I recently worked with her on her new business cards and she has a really cute shop for sporty little girls.

Ok so I always love reading these random fact posts, and I'm probably weird for sometimes thinking up my own random facts when my mind wanders, but I've never actually posted them. Well, go figure when I get tagged to post them I can't remember a single one I've come up with in my daydreaming... but lucky you, I did come up with seven more just for this. Here goes...

1. The most "exotic" place I've ever been to is Alaska. I was 12 and my mom's side of the family went on a cruise for my grandparents' 50th anniversary. It was the best vacation I've ever been on and I believe I fell in love with cruising on that trip, even though I've yet to take another one since then. [But I will. Hopefully in Greece. Hopefully before I'm 50.] Unfortunately I was at the peak of my awkward years at 12 and look like a boy [complete with giant glasses, awful bangs, and crooked teeth] in all the photos. Sorry, not sharing those here folks..

2. This isn't all that random, but I truly hate cold weather. Or rather, I hate being cold in general. And I always always am. Like right now, I'm shivering a little sitting in my own living room. I think I get goosebumps at least once a day. I'm from Houston, Texas and 80 degrees or hotter is just about right for me, thanks. It also drives me crazy when I'm the only cold one in the room and someone tells me "it's not even cold!" If I have goosebumps and purple fingers, please just hand me my blanket [I have about 20 of them!] and let me be. I'm glad your body temperature is normal, but I need a hoodie in July. Don't make fun.

3. I have an incredible memory for mostly useless information. Especially birthdays. Even birthdays of people I barely know or haven't seen in years. I have no idea why I remember them, but once they're placed on the giant birthday calendar in my head they rarely leave. I also have a good memory for names, though it's not as good as it used to be. I think my brain's getting a little crowded lately. But ask me the birthdays of my kindergarten friends and I can probably tell you. Especially the November ones [because they are close to mine].

4. I was a sorority girl in college. And it still makes me laugh a little to think about. I went to an all girls Catholic high school and was so sick of girl drama and dead set against going through rush when I started college, I would not have believed you if you told me I'd be a Chi Omega by second semester. I am most grateful for getting put in a room my sophomore year with this freshman girl I didn't know at all [and was honestly a little scared of] who turned out to be my best friend in the house and the only roommate I ever got along with. Funny how things work out that way. [P.S. I only chose the picture above because I'm tired of winter before it's even officially here and desperately wishing to be that tan again. But no, I'm cold and pale. Ugh.]

5. I'm left-handed. Actually cross-dominant if you want to get technical [I play sports right-handed]. I always notice other lefties and I think we have a little bond in a mostly-right-handed world. Maybe I'm just a dork [it's ok, I'm well aware]. Randy's dad, both of his brothers, and his nephew are all lefties too. I'm the only one in my family that I know of, besides my great grandpa that I never met. I've been told that I line up cards backwards in my hand when I play card games. I'm not sure if that's a lefty thing or just a me thing.

6. I'm kind of shy and absolutely hate public speaking. I think I was a fairly extroverted child [borderline bossy when my sister came along after my first 3 years in the oldest child spotlight]. Somehow we managed to switch personalities and she is now the loud, bossy extrovert and I am much quieter most of the time. Don't tell her I said this, but I'm a little jealous of her ability to tell it like it is and say whatever comes to mind at all times. No matter how much I might want to be like that sometimes, I physically cannot spit it out.

7. And finally, the "story" behind my Etsy shop name. Not really much of a story, but I got dubbed "71" or "ole 71" behind my back by Kyle in Virgil, Kansas. 71 because that's how tall I am. 71 inches. You do the math. I met Kyle at the Virgil Co-op when Randy was building a gun cabinet for him almost 2 years ago. I really can't even explain Kyle in a few words on my blog. He is probably in his 40s and could tell us stories for hours at Bill's, or outside of Bill's after it closes at 9 [yep, that's right, the Virgil bar closes at 9pm]. Kyle is definitely one of the most entertaining people I've ever met. Well apparently anytime Randy goes home without me along, Kyle always asks "where's ole 71?" So it's my Kansas nickname and it's stuck. Sometimes when I meet people there they know me as 71 before they actually know my real name. I found out about this nickname I didn't know I had right about the time I decided to open my Etsy shop, and studio71 was born. The end.


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