I’m Still Here

Just a reminder to everyone who reads this blog that I’m still around and will begin updating this blog regularly again.




I Like Lists (and talking about myself)

Every time I get new followers, I feel the need to reintroduce myself as if writing my personal, private thoughts in blog posts isn’t enough. That’s what this post is, only it will be in list form rather than paragraphs. The reason? If I use paragraphs, this post will be 10000 words long. (I take the advice, “Write what you know” literally.) In that spirit, here are 16 things about me.

  1. I’m good at picking up on a person’s strengths. There are few people about whom I can say, “He/she has no redeeming qualities.” Every person has something that makes them great, although some people make it a lot harder for me to see what it is. (I always figure it out in the end, however.)
  2. I am what some would call a “progressive Christian”.  (Whatever that means.) For example, I would not have an abortion, but I don’t want to deny any other woman that right.  I think that if I’m going to take a “pro-life” stance, it has to extend past the embryonic stage into adulthood, which means that women and children must be well taken care of if they decide to keep the pregnancy, and no one is cast aside because they do not fit what I think they should be.
  3. I am surprisingly okay with rejection. I get it. Some people do not like me. They probably never will. Whatever. This has made me a better, more accepting person than I was before. (If there is a misfit loner anywhere in my vicinity, I will find them and love them because those are my people.)The thing about facing rejection so much is that, when it happens to me, it’s more uninteresting than it is upsetting. (A case of, “Oh, this again? Lame.” as opposed to, “Why is this happening to me?”)
  4. I lied about not using paragraphs. Sue me.
  5. I like action movies better than I like romantic comedies. Jean-Claude Van Damme>Sandra Bullock. (Although, she does dramas, so she’s cool now.)
  6. I’m a theology major. I have no idea what I’m doing, but God does. Yay!
  7. My phone autocorrects ‘does’ to ‘Dostoyevsky’. I love Dostoyevsky because I am a nerd. (So is my phone, apparently.)
  8. I live-tweet my favourite shows. I do it mostly during Scandal and Big Brother. You’ve been warned.
  9. I had no idea that I didn’t know anything until I turned 30.  I don’t have to be brilliant? The pressure is off!
  10. I’m unusually confident for someone my size, and stature. I’m also stronger than I look. I blame/credit Jesus.
  11. One of my greatest sins is my snide sense of humour. I’m not funny often, but when I am it’s because I’ve said something mean at someone elses expense. (I know it’s wrong, but I’m trying to get better.)
  12. My family is a large one.  How large? I have blood relatives that I have never met.
  13. I am a pretty decent multitasker. Just ask anyone who has ever watched me read, listen to my iPod, and eavesdrop at the same time.
  14. I have excellent hearing. My nephew once whispered my name in another room, and I shouted back, “What do you want?”
  15. I like to observe people. I’ve written about this before, but I firmly believe that I find out more about a person by what they do, than I can by what they say. When a person does not know they are under surveillance, they are authentic. Once I know what they do when they’re unguarded, I can tell what they do when they’re pretending.
  16. I love to read. Between 2012 and 2013, I read 200 books. (I was too preoccupied in 2013 to keep track, but it was really fun. 
  17. I am not certain of anything in my life, and that is liberating.
  18. I write because I have to. I write to communicate with people because I can do it freely without interruptions.

Bonus. “I use Grammarly to check for plagiarism because, while imitation is flattery, flagrant copying is obnoxious.” 

What Happens In Vagueness Stays In Vagueness

I haven’t written a post in a while. No, scratch that. I have written many posts. I just don’t like any of them enough to click “publish”. I will most likely re-read them in a month and decide that they are all amazing. (Not likely, but I’m hopeful) Until then, I am going to write about myself because it’s easy for me to do so.

1. I “borrowed” the title of this post from an unknown writer who is more clever than I am. It has nothing to do with what I’m writing about, but I thought it sounded cool.

2. I like puns.

3. Satire is my favourite type of humour because I like to use sarcasm and ridicule to draw attention to things that are not necessarily funny.

4. It is easy for me to be kind to people that I do not like because I have a genuine interest in people, as well as an eagerness to connect with them, regardless of how repugnant they may seem. (I don’t need a hidden agenda to treat people with kindness, thanks to my lovely parents) On the flip side, it is also easy for me to ignore a person I don’t like. If I am kind to someone, it is real. If I am not kind to someone, it is also real.

5. I am a born optimist. (My blood type is B positive.)

6. People told me that I “sounded white” for most of my life, and I still don’t know what that means. For the record, my parents both went to college. My Grampy did not finish elementary school, but he was an eloquent speaker. I sound like the people who taught me how to speak, none of whom are white.

7. I was initially reluctant to teach Sunday school, but now talking to my class about God is one of my favourite things to do.

8. I am more productive when I’m angry than I am when I am calm. When I am angry, I just throw myself into my work to keep myself from thinking about what upset me. When I’m calm, I slow down.

9. When I get writer’s block, I usually write through it…and then hate everything I write.

10. I am only on Facebook to connect with friends and family who live far away, and the majority of the people on my ‘Friends’ list are relatives.

11. I did not like children until my eldest nephew was born.

12. I love being an introvert because whatever is going on in my head is always amusing.

I may delete this soon.



My 10 Biggest Weaknesses

This isn’t going to be one of those posts in which I confess a crippling fear of clowns, spiders, or heights. (I’m not scared of the former, and I cured my fear of the latter in 2010) I do not have a weakness for chocolate, cupcakes, or pastries. (I like salt.)  I’m not rankled by physical contact, or intimidated by crowds. (I do hate parties, however.) I am an introvert, who likes alone time, but I also love to spend time with people. I don’t react to external stimuli, and when I’m focused on something, I can block out everything else. Most, if not all of my weaknesses have to do with how I relate to my environment and the people around me. So, here they are. All 7 of them. (I’m positive there are more, but this is enough for today.)

1. Deeming things (and people) unimportant because they are not important to me.
2. Being rude and dismissive towards people I don’t respect.
3. Becoming confrontational when I sense that a person is trying to intimidate me.
4. Ignoring people that I do not want to talk to.
5. Making snide remarks at other people’s expense. To their faces.
6.Judging other people for their life/wardrobe/book/entertainment/word choices.

…And 3 weaknesses that are actually strengths:

8. Forgiving people after they have treated me wrongly.

9. Being kind to people without having ulterior motives.

10. Not giving a single care what people think about me.

The first 7 things on this list are what keep me humble. I cannot, in good conscience, believe that I am an infallible and wonderful person when I mean-mugged that girl I don’t like, talked mess about that other person, and told that other person that her words don’t carry any weight with me.

Acknowledging one’s flaws is the first step in conquering them. I can be confident in the fact that, as long as I’m alive, I can be better than I was the day before. Just when I think I’ve made it, I’ll mess up, and be reminded that I am not perfect. I am human, and I will make mistakes.

What is the best part about this? It is okay to make mistakes. Smart people learn by them.  The rest? Well, they keep making the same mistakes, over and over again, and then wonder why nothing ever works out in their lives.

I may have many flaws, but they keep me grounded. Smugness is for people who are looking to be knocked off of their high-horses by the law of reciprocity. (Or in biblical terms,  you reap what you sow) I’m a Christian, so I don’t believe in karma, but I do believe that a person only receives what he or she has already given.

As people, we are not defined by our flaws or mistakes. We are defined by our spirit and our character. I admit my flaws because I know they represent only a fraction of the person I am. And you are free to do the same.

Share this! 😛

Erie ♥

Sharing Saturday: All About Me(Again)

If you have been following this blog for any length of time, you will find that I talk/write about myself. A lot. So in the spirit of over-sharing, here are more random off-the cuff facts about me.

  • My MBTI type  is INFJ, with introverted intuition as my dominant cognitive function. In a nutshell, that means that I am more reserved than outgoing. I trust my instincts over tangible evidence such as how a situation appears. I am prone to view issues according to a person’s motives rather than on logic, and I value the addition of a set structure and a concrete plan over flexibility. (In other words, I’m a moody know-it-all, who is passionate, paranoid, and fussy.) As I get older, my tertiary cognitive function (Introverted thinking) increases, so I am a lot more logical (and less Emo) than I used to be. (My inferior function is extroverted sensing. This is so not me.)
  • I collect nail polish. I have no idea how many bottles I have because I stopped counting when I reached 400. (That was more than 3 years ago.) The most valuable colour in my collection is Clarins #230, which is currently listed at $72.95 US on eBay.
  • I have been a Christian since I was 13. I made the decision to follow Christ after I had a vision (hallucination?)  in which I watched everyone in my family ascend to heaven except me. I had a brief moment in time when I became an atheist, but in the end, I decided that it wasn’t my thing. I’m a Jesus girl.
  • I spent a good portion of my childhood touring Eastern Canada with the band my parents were in. It was a fun way to grow up, and I still miss being on the road.
  • I can always tell when a person is lying. Always. I can’t explain how. It’s a gift. (If a person is consistently dishonest with me, I don’t trust them anymore.)
  • I don’t listen to a lot of hip-hop. Well, not anymore. Between the lyrical content, and the generic, “everyone-sounds-the-same” beats, I can’t listen to it without cringing.
  • I am Pro-Life. I am pro-life, not in the sense that I claim to value human life while simultaneously denying other people the rights they are entitled as human beings. I am not hypocritically defending the rights of a fetus while trying to strip the rights away from immigrants, LGBT people, poor people, and anyone who does not agree with me, either ideologically or politically. When I say I am pro-life, it means that I am pro-LIFE. All of it. For all people. I do not know what is best for anyone else, so I am not going to impose my views on other people. Including what a person can or cannot do with his or her body. It is not up to me to enforce.
  • I had dysthymia from the time I was 14 until I was 30. It almost ruined my life, but I fought back and won, and if what I went through can help someone in a similar situation, then it wasn’t in vain. Depression is a liar.
  • I don’t hold grudges. Actually, I always forget why I’m angry with the person and start talking to them as though nothing happened.
  • I like watching the news, listening to the news, and reading the news.
  • My guilty pleasure show is TMZ. I care nothing about the celebrity gossip. I just like to watch the staff pick on each other. (And Harvey)

That’s all I could think of for now.



Pause For More Navel-Gazing

In spite of my hatred of the phrase,”navel-gazing”, I am going to use it because it is the only word that accurately describes what I’m doing here. As much as I’d like to think of myself as an “up with people” philanthropist, the truth is that I am quite self-absorbed of late. I didn’t start out this way. When I was a kid, I used to pretend not to know the answers to questions because I didn’t want the other kids to feel bad that they didn’t know. If I expressed an opinion that was unpopular, I changed it because I didn’t want my friends to be angry with me. I took sides in disputes, when in truth, I wasn’t invested either way. I said things I didn’t mean because I wanted to fit in. I kept my feelings to myself because I didn’t to be a burden to anyone, and I gossiped about people I didn’t know because everyone else was doing it.

When I turned 28, a shift happened. All at once, I went from a people-pleasing sycophant, to a God-pleasing loner. (With a small group of trusted friends.) During that time, I experienced a lot of personal turmoil. It was as though everything was stacked against both me, and everyone I was related to. The 4 years that followed were a mixture of sublime, ridiculous, and sad. I am grateful that I had the support of my family and friends through all of it. I found out how short life really was in those years, so I made up my mind to stop living for others, and start living the life God intended me to live.

The first thing I did was reconnect to my faith. I was raised in a Christian home (with two activist parents), but during my teens and early twenties I renounced my faith and adopted the beliefs of any creed that would allow me to do whatever I wanted.  However, I am not the type of person who can live without believing in someone. A few years ago, I read The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy. In it, she writes about te human need to fill the ‘God-shaped hole’ in their lives. That is, in the absence of God, people will inevitably find something or someone else to worship. I spent a lot of time worshipping my own misery. My prayers were complaints and criticism, and I had a small choir of equally miserable people to encourage my negativity. (I also had dysthymia, which did not help matters. At all.) After years of suffering in silence, I decided that I was not invincible, infallible, or untouchable and that I needed help. When I abandoned my pride and admitted my weakness, I was able to get the help that I needed, and start living my life.

The first casualty in my war against inefficiency was my need to please everyone. I’m not the type to try to make another person miserable on purpose, but, if a person is not happy with me as I am, it is not my job to make them happy with me. How people feel about me, is their business, not mine. Seeking comfort is normal, but growth always comes with discomfort, rather, my acceptance of times of challenge and inconvenience as a part of life instead of avoiding them because I feel I am entitled to something better. Learning how to like the person I am in spite of what other people think was not always comfortable. But once I realized that I didn’t need the approval of the crowd in order to live a good life, I didn’t want their approval anymore.

So now, I am all about me–with a twist. I am all about the plans God has for my life. I am all about being myself. I am all about nurturing my own gifts and talents instead of coveting the gifts and talents of other people. I am all about being comfortable in my own skin because, let’s face it–this is the only skin I have so I may as well accept it. Not everyone will like me for this. Not everyone should like me for this. I was not born to be validated by the crowd. Per my contrary nature, my being validated by the masses means that I’m doing something wrong. (My M.O.: If everyone is going left, go right because it’s less crowded.)

If history has taught me anything, it is that the pervading popular opinion is often incorrect. I made the decision not to allow what is commonly believed to sway my views. I read a quote that explained how we all see the people in our lives as extras, and we’re the stars, but we fail to recognize that they are the stars of their own story. All this navel-gazing, self-awareness, and unabashed confidence are just a byproduct of my realizing that, while I may be a mere extra in another person’s life, in my own life I am the key player. When I accepted myself as the key player in my life, I was able to live with the fact that everyone is a key player.

My confidence is not derived from the knowledge that I am somehow superior to anyone else. (I think you’ll find that any person who clings to the belief that he or she is superior is deeply insecure. Arrogance is just a cover.)  I can be confident because I don’t need anyone to tell me who I am. I already know. I can confidently admit that I do not know it all. I make a lot of mistakes. I am often rude, self-absorbed, and standoffish. I am intolerant of people who waste my time. I cannot abide gossips. Once a person betrays my trust, it will take years before I trust them again–that is–if I ever do. I cannot stand anyone who uses manipulation as a means to control other people, and I am relentlessly stubborn when I believe I am right.

I may be a navel-gazer, but hey, at least I’ve learned something from it.



11 Reasons I’m Not As Smart As I Think I Am

  • I have twice accidentally stabbed myself. The first time I was popping plastic packing bubbles with my utility knife and stabbed my own finger. The second time I stabbed myself in the eye with a cardboard box.
  • I am horrible at mental math. If you give me a piece of paper to work out the equations, I’m pretty good.  However, when I’m forced to rely on my memory I am bad. My brain does not speak ‘math’.
  • If I’m not interested in a topic, I don’t pay much attention to it. If I don’t pay attention to it, I won’t learn about it.
  • Occasionally I forget my nouns. In the past couple of years, I have forgotten the following words: broom, pricing gun, chainsaw, and hovercraft. I wish I were making this up. (To be fair, once a person reaches 30, he/she starts to forget nouns anyway, but it’s still annoying.)
  • I still have to look up words in the dictionary. Last year when I was reading The Brothers Karamazov, I had to look up the word ‘vouchsafed’ because I had never seen it before. (For the record, has three meanings: to give a person something in either a gracious or condescending manner, or to reveal something.)
  • I have a horrible memory when it comes to movie dialogue. Not that the ability to recall movie dialogue is an important life skill, but it is one of the few instances in which my memory fails me completely.
  • I am not good at picking up hints. I don’t read subtle hints. I don’t read overt hints. If a person is not direct, I will not pay attention to what he or she is covertly trying to say. (Either be open or be quiet. Even if, what you’re hinting at is painfully obvious to you, I won’t get it.)
  • I think reality television is entertaining.  Reality television is entertaining if you watch it properly. I watch because it is interesting to see how different people relate to each other in a variety of settings. It is also interesting to see how delusion plays a big role in how reality starts behave when they know they are being watched. Also, the way a person is perceived on a show is largely dependent upon how he or she is edited. When others control the narrative, how am I supposed to know what is real and what is not? (Answer: by watching a lot of reality TV. Every show follows the same guide book.)
  • A good portion of my spare change is spent buying high end make up. There are 6 major companies who are responsible for most of the make up we buy, with a few notable (and pricey) exceptions. I know that the drugstore stuff is just as good, but the high end stuff has nicer packaging, better fragrances, and a wider variety of colours. It’s not smart, but I like it.
  • I don’t know everything. This one bears repeating. I don’t know everything. There is far too much to know for me even  to scale the surface of knowing everything. I’m just going to continue to learn all I can while being satisfied with what I already know. I will never know it all, but I’d sooner be content with knowing ‘some’.
  • Also, I once failed a driver’s licence exam because I second-guessed myself and changed the 4 (correct) answers that would have helped me pass into the wrong ones. (On the sign portion I got one wrong. One.)

While it’s cute to be a know-it all, it’s a lot easier to be the one who admits to being ignorant. It takes the pressure off.

Live well, everyone 🙂


A Few Things You Need To Know About Me


  1. I’m a workaholic. I’m just now learning how to curb my incessant need to work at full speed all the time, but in the past, I’ve quoted Gordon Gekko (the villain from Wall Street) whenever I’ve been asked why I take so few breaks. “Lunch is for wimps”.
  2. I’m a Christian. For those of you who have been reading for a while, this comes as no surprise. I’ve mentioned my relationship with God in several posts, and I’m not ashamed of my beliefs. I’m not one to look down on anyone who disagrees with me, but I also acknowledge that I wouldn’t be nearly as peaceful without God.
  3. I am an introvert. In 9th grade, everyone was given a multiple choice test to determine their temperament, and which careers would be most suitable. I found out that my type is INFJ and that I am most comfortable with jobs that either enable me to connect with people one-on-one, or ones that I get to do alone.
  4. I am also a loner. I have a few close friends and lots of acquaintances, but I’m one of those rare birds that do not need a crowd of adoring people around me in order to feel secure. From the beginning, I’ve been most at home when I am alone in a crowd, quietly observing.
  5. I hate shopping. My best friend and I rarely go to the mall together because she knows I’ll get bored around the two hour mark and sit down and read until she’s done.
  6. My parents were both activists for civil rights, social justice, and, in the case of my mother, women’s rights. To say I have revolutionary DNA would be an understatement.
  7. I’m a princess. I don’t have royal lineage (that I know of), but I have enough respect for myself not to accept any mistreatment. I have no qualms about letting a person know when they’ve stepped over the line.
  8. I’m outspoken to a fault. I have no problem with expressing my opinions, especially when I believe I am right. (Hint: I almost always believe I am right.)
  9. I have more nail polish than most salons. I used to think I was the only oddball who collected nail polish, but I was wrong. There are thousands of us, and we are all on a first name basis with the people at beauty supply stores because we’re there so often.
  10. I am fiercely loyal to my friends. I will stand up for any of my friends unless their behavior is a danger to either them, or someone else.
  11. I don’t give up. I love a good challenge, so if I face opposition, I’d rather stay and fight against it than quit.
  12. I’m not reactive. The event has to be completely over the top to get me to react in a really outlandish way. I’m not emotional. I don’t get angry easily (if at all), and I can let a lot of things roll off my back without giving them a second thought.
  13. I really like to talk about myself. Obviously.
  14. I am truly grateful for everything I have. In 2010, I was in a car accident that should have killed me. The air-bags didn’t deploy, and the car was so wrecked that it was barely recognizable. I walked away with whiplash, and that’s about it. After that, I made a vow to stop whining about everything because I was so thankful to be alive.
  15. I don’t really have any use for what anyone thinks of me. I am who I am. I’m not going to throw myself a party because of my greatness, but I’m not going to dig a pit and wallow because of my negative traits either. I’m imperfect, but I’m okay with it. I’m not interested in impressing anyone else, and no one should live to impress me. We’re all wonderful, and totally flawed.


That’s all I could think of for now. (And really, I think that’s enough :wink:)

Have a great evening!




Sharing Saturday: 13 Years of Work (By The Numbers)

Today marks the 13 year anniversary of my hire date. That is not too shabby for someone who cried after her first group interview because she thought she would not get the job. I have made it long past my 3 month seasonal contract, and it’s been a great experience overall.

In my typically Nerdy way, I have compiled a list of stats. Some of them are exact. Others are approximates because, really, it’s been 13 years, and I’m getting older.

  • Total Years Active: 13
  • Number of Years Working Part-Time (20 hours or fewer): 7
  • Number of Years Working Full-Time: 6
  • Minimum Wage in 1999: $5.75 per hour
  • Current Minimum Wage: $10.15 per hour ($9.69 for inexperienced workers)
  • Number of Pay Raises: 16 (13 annual pay increases, 3 merit increases)
  • Longest Shift: 11.5 hours (9 am to 9 pm, minus 30 minutes for lunch)
  • Shortest Shift: 3 hours as a greeter.
  • Latest Shift: 9 pm to 5 am
  • Most Hours Worked in One Week: 48
  • Least Hours Worked in One Week: 7 (One 4 hour shift, one 3 hour shift)
  • Milestones: 5 year pin (from Tiffany’s!) , 10 year necklace (from Birks)
  • Number of General Managers I’ve Worked With: 6
  • Number of Assistant Managers I’ve Worked With: 22
  • Total Number of Coworkers: No freakin’ clue. I can’t even remember the seasonals who worked with us last year.

Customers and Other Stuff

  • Number of times I’ve been yelled at: Too many to count
  • Number of times I’ve been offered a monetary tip for good service: 5
  • Number of times I’ve accepted a tip: Once. (It was a chocolate beetle from Germany 🙂 I will accept candy from a stranger if it’s wrapped.)
  • Number of times I’ve been hugged by a customer: 4
  • Number of times I’ve been complimented by a customer: Too often to count.
  • Number of times I’ve been insulted by a customer: Too often to count.
  • Number of times I’ve been asked out while on the job: 4 customers, 3 drivers.
  • Number of times I’ve cried at work: 6 (1. The first time a customer yelled at me. 2.Finding out a coworker’s spouse died 3.Finding out my grandfather died 4.first day back after my 18 year old cat died. 5.In May 2010, when my grandmother died 3 days after a close relative was incarcerated. 6. During President Obama’s first speech as POTUS)
  • Number of times I’ve Lost my temper: 2 (1. During the planning for a Harry Potter event, and 2. When a customer yelled at me 3 days after my 17 year-old cousin was buried.)
  • Number of times I’ve consulted HR: 2 (I’m the child of two activists. I know my rights.)
  • Number of times I’ve insulted a coworker: Too often to count. In 13 years, I have said something to offend just about everyone–though I’m not always aware of it, hence the  “too often to count”. Last year, I told my former supervisor that is appeared as though he was making my job more difficult on purpose.
  • Number of times a coworker has insulted me: Too often to count. And that’s just what I’ve overheard while they thought I couldn’t hear them. It’s all good though because the number of times I’ve referred to any of them as lazy, stupid, pathetic, evil, and childish, over the years has tipped the balance.
  • Number of fears I have conquered because of work: 7. (Being in close proximity to people, talking to strangers, being in the warehouse–where I now spend 40 hours a week :P,speaking in front of a large group, making phone calls, being criticized, being disliked (which is why a few of my coworkers think I’m arrogant. I’m not, I just don’t care what anyone else thinks of me.)
  • Number of times I’ve been reprimanded: 2. One for lateness, and One for (allegedly) elbowing a customer out of the way to answer the phone. (I still maintain my innocence. I was afraid of strangers back then.)
  • My age when I started: 18
  • My current age: 31
  • My chosen career path when I started: Fashion photographer (I was delusional…and not that interested in photography.)
  • My current chosen career path: Youth counselor (with an undergrad degree in English Lit) I once heard a pastor say “Whatever makes you passionately angry, you were born to change”. I am angered by the fact that so many young people end their lives without knowing how valuable they are. I am angered by young women who allow themselves to be exploited because it’s the only way they feel wanted. I am angered by young men, who believe it’s okay to prove their manhood by murdering someone. I want to be the one to help change that.
  • Years left: Only God knows. I’m saving money so I can go back to university, so as soon as that’s done I’ll leave to become a full-time student.

Final thoughts: I have nothing but gratitude for my experiences at work. It hasn’t been all sunshine and lollipops, but had it not been for the struggles of my former years, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I have learned more in the 13 years on the job than I ever would have as an 18 year old student. Being forced outside of my comfort zone has helped me in invaluable ways. I don’t have a single regret because even the most challenging aspects of the job bolstered my growth.

Thank you, all for taking a chance on a shy kid from the country.

With Love,

Erin 😀


Beautiful Blogger Award

My first award since being on WordPress! This is exciting 🙂 I was nominated by tfaswift from Swift Expressions, and I am both honoured and humbled by my inclusion.

The rules are as follows:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you: That’s an easy one. Thank you tfaswift! Hugs 😀

2.Attach the award to my site. I couldn’t figure out how to do that, so I’m including it in this post instead 🙂

3.Share seven random facts about yourself.

Here goes:

  • I hate bananas.
  • I can always tell when someone is lying.
  • I didn’t like children until I became an aunt.
  • I listen to music every day.
  • I was born during a huge snowstorm.
  • When I was 3, I used to “write” books and give them to people as gifts.
  • I like to give people compliments.

Here’s the difficult part; I now have to choose 15 bloggers to award this to. I haven’t been on WordPress long, so I don’t really know a lot of people. I think I’m going to take the easy way out and nominate anyone who follows me and the blogger who nominated me. (Bonus fact: This post has been sitting in my Drafts folder for three days because I couldn’t think of anyone to tag :P)