I’ve been tagged not once, but twice. Usually, that’s a bad thing involving spray paint, but not so in this case. It’s just the latest meme, making rounds online. I’m fairly sure no one really cares to know this much about me, so we’ll follow this quickly with something more on topic. Avert your eyes if you’re not interested.
This one is 7 things about me. It took me a while to find 7 things about me that might be considered, you know, interesting. But let’s begin.
1. If you haven’t read the ‘about me’ page, then you don’t know I’m a classically trained ballerina, although I didn’t have the facility to go pro. In fact, most of my friends from ballet have or had professional careers with highly respected companies. Training of that caliber means you spend between 20-30 hours a week, 6 days a week, at the studio during your teenage years. Which may have been a factor in #2.
2. I didn’t drink a drop of alcohol before my 21st birthday. Honest. Who had time for such trouble?
3. Another thing that staring into the ballet studio mirrors for 20-some years has taught me is that I’ve got one leg that’s longer than the other. The femur on my left side is somewhere between 1/4 and 1/2 inch longer than the other. If you told me to walk in a straight line and I did it with my eyes closed, I’d just walk in a big circle. I’m a human compass.
4. One of my biggest pet peeves is when my name is misspelled. There’s two E’s in both names, people: kEllEy koEhlEr. Ironically, my middle name is pronounced ‘lee’ but is spelled “Leigh.”
5. I’ve been known to tear down walls inside my house while hubby is at work and without prior warning. Some folks call that ‘initiative’ or ’starting the remodeling project.’ Turns out, others just call it destroying the house. Who knew?
6. I don’t have my ears pierced. In fact, I don’t wear any kind of jewelry, except occasionally my wedding ring. I don’t understand the point of jewelry. It makes no sense to me, I can’t imagine wanting all kinds of extra stuff hanging off me.
7. I’ve caught air in my car with a client riding shotgun going over a railroad track at night. Honestly, he should’ve been wearing his seat belt regardless, but he snapped it on pretty quick once he landed in his seat again. In my defense, it was a pitch black night, and there was no warning of the huge drop-off in the road on the opposite - and again, not visible at night - side of the railroad tracks. On the other hand - the Infiniti FX? Good shocks.
So there you go. And now back to our regularly scheduled blog.
Except for this:
I’ve trained all my in-person friends to not send me chain email, little friend quizzes, or other survey-type things, because I do not, as a rule, answer any of that, or forward it on. There is one friend who occasionally defies my exhaustive training, and sends me those things, but I like her anyway. Because of that, I tag only one person. Bobbi?