25 Of 100 Things

This weekend I stalked myself into a new friendship. Some of you may have entered into friendship with me in the same, overwhelming way. My potential new friend shared her blog with me, and she had a 100 Things post. It’s a nicely written list that gives a fun insight into Things About You. Inspired, I took a deep breath, and pounded out my own hundred.

I’ll spilt them into four batches, so don’t be too afraid.

100. I can hear or sing a song ten million times a week and not be annoyed.

99. I am not a vegetarian, but I never learned to cook meat.

98. My grandmother said I “looked like a Zulu” when I pierced my nose.

97. I work to admit when my prejudices are activated.

96. A librarian once called me “a fat little pigeon.”

97. The crowd and unbearable heat of Taste of Chicago make me happy.

96. I was better at keeping in touch with old friends before email and smartphones.

95. The dog I grew up with once bit me in the face.

94. Humor is a currency I value highly.

93. My burps can sound as if they came from a linebacker.

92. I don’t know anything about football. Is a linebacker one of the big ones?

91. Everyone should calm down about gender stuff.

90. I hate mushrooms.

89. One time I told a stranger I was recovering from cancer, because she had made an unwelcome comment about me needing a cookie to fatten up. I was not recovering from cancer, but my hair was short enough to pull off the lie.

88. I ended up in Honolulu because no one else at my workplace wanted to go. In February.

87. No, I won’t be having more kids.

86. I miss working with teenagers. I love teen angst.

85. Neighborliness is sacred.

84. Most things that are “scented” confuse me.

83. The man who married my husband and me is named Wiley.

82. I took my shoes off in the middle of my wedding ceremony. I felt faint, and had never worn shoes in my parents living room before. I just had to.

81. Sometimes I am the most fun. Usually I am a stick in the mud.

80. I once said in a job interview I required being able to bring my dog to work occasionally. They still hired me. I did occasionally bring that pooch with me.

79. I’ve moved 17 times in 19 years.

78. I played serious piano growing up.

77. My first CD was purchased for me. It was Pixies: Trompe Le Monde

76. I need surgery on my right wrist. Again. The first cyst got so big even the nurses flinched when they saw it.

Read the next 25 Things.

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8 Responses to 25 Of 100 Things

  1. Mari says:

    I had a cyst such as you described. Went to a chiropracter. She made it go away by manipulating my wrist. Did not hurt. When it tried to come back, I went back to her, has not returned…been several years!

    • alanajoyski says:

      Ah! I never thought about seeking chiropractic work! That is an idea. Thanks, Mari. My mother-in-law just offered to smack it with a Bible (they used to be known as Bible bumps).

  2. Kelly says:

    Fabulous! And I recognize #80.

  3. Catherine says:

    I bet your wedding was the first time ANYONE wore shoes in your living room. I picture all the guests in stocking feet.

  4. Teresa Smith says:

    Hi Alana: I love reading your blog and thank you for it. I hope that life is good out there and it sounds like it is mostly wonderful. Isn’t that what most of us want? I hear that Spring will come one of these days. That would be nice. Now I sound like everyone else. Much love and smiles to you. Teresa

    • alanajoyski says:

      Spring is a very important thing here in Michigan. Especially after our first winter as homeowners–during the 2nd snowiest winter on record. I shall allow weather taking for sure! Lovely to know we are still connected. Dreaming of your garden in warm weather, A

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