The A to Z Guide to Me

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I stole (and by steal I mean I asked her first) this post from Ally at Two Normal Moms who 'borrowed' the idea from Jaclyn at Snap, Crackle Pop - you can keep reading the chain from there.

Anyway, I enjoyed reading Ally’s so much (and I’m just that ego-maniacal to think you care) that I wanted to do my own.

Age: 37.  But I tell people I’m 51.

Bed size: Queen size bed which is divided like this… ½ for 2 pint size dogs, 3/8 for me and my pillows, and the rest is generously doled out to my husband who is hanging on the edge for dear life.

Chore I hate: Anything that involves cleaning the house.  Or my car.  Or my office.

Dogs: Karma, 7 pounds of stolid, barky, Yorkie mix attitude; Zoe, 8 pounds of fluffy, waggytail, poodle mix love.

Essential start to my day: Brushing teeth while going to the bathroom.  Not gross, I contend, efficient.

Favorite color: Persimmon.  Yes, it’s a color.  Google it.

Gold or silver: Gold. Platinum, if I’m being honest.

Height: 5' 4-1/2".  Yes, I totally hang on to that ½”.  But I’m rarely not in 4” heels.

Instruments I play: Guitar?  If you call glancing at the case every night as I watch tv, playing.

Job title: Assistant Public Works Director. 

Kids: None from this womb.

Live: Iowa City, IA; Chicago, IL; Norman, OK; Newport News, VA; Rockford, IL; Iowa City, IA; Sioux Falls, SD; West Des Moines, IA; Annapolis, MD; Madison, WI; Boulder, CO; Ames, IA; Seattle, WA; Issaquah, WA.  I think I forgot a few…

Mother's name: Mama,  Mommy, Mamala.  Real name was Deb, Debbie, Deborah, Debala.

Nicknames: Liz, Lizzy, Prana-butt, Cheerleader, Little Missy, Love Drop.

Overnight hospital stays: Bethesda Naval Hospital after getting the shit beat out of me at the Naval Academy; car accident in 2010 where I had a brain injury and the omnipotent neurologist told my husband I would never be smarter than a third grader.  Apparently triple integrals are being taught in third grade now.

Pet Peeve: Incorrect grammar, i.e. “alls you gots to do," "irregardless," "it's a mute point," elude instead of allude, effect instead of affect... you get the idea.

Quote from a movie: “I feel the need, the need for speed.”  I worshipped Tom Cruise until he went batshitcrazy on Matt Lauer.

 
Right or left handed: Right hand to write. Left leg to do cartwheels.

Siblings: None.  Sweet Mamala was fond of saying she and Dad worried I would kill a new baby so they stopped after I was born.

Time I wake up: 3:30, like clockwork, to go to bathroom, sans toothbrush.  Second time I wake up, 6:15.

Underwear: Usually.  Patagonia.  On sale, only.  Don’t feel the need to wear panties if I’m wearing tights.

Vegetable I hate: Anything from the canned vegetable aisle.

What makes me run late: I am rarely late.  I am OCD about being on time.  If I'm late then hell is in the process of freezing over or I-405 is a parking lot.

X-rays I've had: Can’t think of an area I haven’t had x-rayed...

Yummy food I make: Lasagna, chicken and dumplings, brisket, brownies.

Zoo animal: Lions.  I always want them to roar but then almost wet my pants when they let it rip.

Tmi?  Maybe... but isn't that why you come back?