Monday, May 21, 2007

Tag, I'm it.

Amy was kind enough to tag me with this, so here goes.

For the record, I don't normally participate in these types of exercises. I'm very private but also very opinionated, and usually only my very close friends get to see this (lucky them!) Sometimes I'm misunderstood as arrogant, or harsh, but I'm really shy and get along with most everybody. I decided it was ok to put a little "me" out there, so thanks for reading.

Here are the rules: Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.

1. I have Celiac Disease which means I can't ingest wheat, rye, barley, oats or malt. If I accidently eat any of these things, I get violently ill, which is super fun! I found out when my daughter was a year old, and I went in to the hospital weighing 80 pounds (down from my then-normal weight of 115 pounds), at 5'8" tall. That was the scariest time of my whole life. I didn't know if I would be ok, having never been hospitalized except for the birth of my daughter, and I was in for 11 days. It took them 8 days to figure out what was wrong with me, and even after being sent home I was scary thin and very sick for months after. I had my daughter tested when she was 2, and thankfully she does not have it. I'm pretty positive my dad had it, but he died from complications of arthritis at 49, before it was a known disease. Physically he and I are very alike, so it seems likely if I have it, he did too. Mickey Redmond of the Red Wings has it too, and that's why he stopped traveling with the team to away games, because eating out can be very challenging.

2. I played Cha-Cha DiGregorio in my high school's performance of Grease. I got to steal the show with the lead (Danny) by performing the winning dance at the prom.

3. I was in the Miss Michigan USA pageant and Miss Grand Prix Detroit back in my younger, bigger hair days. I didn't win either one, and I'm really ok with that. I learned right away that wasn't my scene.

4. There are days when I'd really love to have another baby. I absolutely loved being pregnant with my daughter, had an easy delivery, made all of her baby food, and took her everywhere with me, even to work, for the first 6 months of her life. That was something I was really good at, and I miss how all that feels. She's great, I don't want to take anything away from her, but at 11 (and 5'2") she's not as easy (or willing) to snuggle with. My SO is a great guy and a great father, and together I could see great things with us having a baby. Then I wake up and thank God the brat screaming at the grocery store, in church, or at the soccer field isn't mine.

5. I can picture myself moving up north, and crafting full time. My SO and I have already discussed moving up north as soon as we can ie. when the kids are old enough (custody stuff) and making our home away from the city life. I have visions of opening a craft store (hard to find up north) or working from home in some sort of fiber category. Selling handspun yarn, or selling handknits, anything in that line would make me very happy.

6. I teach aerobics and total body conditioning. I've been teaching for about 6 years now, and only missed about a year when I broke my ankle. I decided it was better to get paid to exercise than to do the paying, and it's great motivation, since I can't just skip a class due to laziness. I could see making that part of my moving up north plan and supplementing my income by continuing to teach, although I'm not sure how big the demand is up there. I'm thinking of starting up a llama aerobics class-what do you think?

7. I miss my dad. He was my buddy growing up and I was the son he never had. I wish he could see my daughter, and I'm sure he would have yelled at me for picking out the jerk that is her father. I would have appreciated it (maybe not then, but certainly now). He taught me how to change the oil and I got good at changing out wall plugs. I chose to hang out with him rather than go shopping at the mall with my mom and sisters. Hardly a day goes by that I don't think of him, and I can still cry when he comes into my thoughts. Life is precious, and losing him when I was 20 has been very hard on me.

I'm supposed to tag others, but being so late on this, I think everyone I know has already been tagged.

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