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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Facts of Life. Well, My Life.

 
 
Well, it's -8 degrees right now in Chicago. I think it's safe to say that all of Chicagoland is miserable. I usually take public transportation to work but no way in hell was I going to endure the cold this morning. Even though I've already spent $68 in parking the past two days, I'll take that over a 30 minute cold as balls commute.
 
Ok, enough complaining.
 
I am very excited to participate in today's link-up with one of my favorite blogs. Check out Whitney  and I promise you'll love her blog too :)
 
Since I don't have an "About Me" section on my blog (primarily because I don't know how to create one - I'm still learning the ropes of this whole blogging thing), I thought this would be a fun way to share some facts about me.
 
So here it goes:
 
One: I am a mild-moderate hypochondriac. I've been like this for a little over two years after I started having some health issues. My trust in modern medicine is not very high and I blame this on my job (I work in a personal injury/medical malpractice law firm). I usually diagnose myself with at least 5-10 diseases on a monthly basis. Ridiculous, I know.
 
Two: I am a health freak. Not one of those count- every- calorie, don't eat carbs/sugar types of health freak, but I am VERY conscious about what I eat. Don't get me wrong, I stuff myself with cookies and other goodies, too, but I moderate my intake of those types of foods. Along with my diet, I am big on exercise as well. I have a regular gym membership and a yoga membership. Again, ridiculous, I know.
 
Three: I've always had more guy friends than girls. And I'm not one of those girls that says/believes that guys are less dramatic than girls, because they're not. They're just as bad. But there's something about the male perspective that always seems to ground me and keep me a little more sane. And then there's also their perspective that makes me want to kick them in the face - but hey, can't have it all.
 
Four:  I love to cook. Cooking is so therepeutic for me. If I have a bad day or am really stressed, cooking is such a stress reliever and good distraction. And I don't like people helping me cook, I like to do everything by myself, even it means taking 4558 hours to cook my meal. I definitely get all of this from my mom.
 
Five: I am racially unidentifiable. Well, that's what I say lol. I'm Spanish/Italian/Mexican/Turkish. What do you even call that?
 
Six: I want to be a police officer. If you read some of my posts, I talk about how I'm in the process of testing/applying with departments. It's my passion, it's what I want to do, and I know I'll be able to do it. I just don't like the whole waiting thing. Gah.
 
Seven: I have an obsession with dinosaurs. I was a HUGE dinosaur for Halloween a couple of years ago, got my costume from Honk Kong and everything. I have dinosaur decor in my apartment, shirts, coloring books, lego sets, etc. - I'm weird.
 
Eight: I have HORRIBLE penmanship. It's so embarrassing. I get so much shit for it at work and have been told that guys write nicer than me :/ How do I fix this?
 
Nine: I hold grudges. I am a resentful person. If you hurt me, especially purposely and maliciously, forget about me ever being nice to you.
 
Ten: I am in love with San Francisco. I make it a priority to visit at least once or twice a year. I truly believe I am meant to live there. One day, one day.
 
Eleven: I am a shoe addict. I have close to 70 pairs of shoes that take up space in three closets in my apartment. I need help. No I don't.
 
Twelve: I don't like wine. At all. I feel like I missed the whole "you'll appreciate wine as you get older" phase. White, Red, I don't like it. Vodka, please.
 
Thirteen: My parents and brother are my world. I have been truly blessed with such an incredible family that has supported me through out everything in my life. My mom is the most strongest, toughest, smartest, and generous person I know. My dad is the best man in the entire planet having always demonstrated an incredible work ethic and love for his family. My brother is my hero. He's the one guy that will always drop whatever he's doing just to be there for me, good or bad. They are my backbone, the reason why I'm such a hardass, independent woman.
 
Fourteen: My heart belongs to a firefighter. We met in college and have known each other for over 7 years. However, it took nearly 6 years for us to get into a relationship. And then the unimaginable happened - our relationship took a pause. Not because of issues that we had with one another, but becasue of our careers. We are in the process of making things right again and I can say that the entire situation has been one of the most emotional and toughest things I have ever gone through. But the heart knows what it wants.
 
 
Fifteen: I hate wearing pants. Pants are the devil. No pants lifestyle for this girl.
 
Sixteen: I am a believer of respect & loyalty. I work with A LOT of very, very wealthy people who belittle others because they "are not on their level." I don't care if you're a billionaire or poor as shit, respect those around you.
 
Seventeen: I have incredibly high expectations of things & people. Because of this, I am let down and dissapointed a lot.
 
Eighteen: I have a weird habbit of checking to see that I truned off my hair dryer and straightener multiple times before I leave my apartment. I will even make sure that the cord is nowhere near the outlet "in case in magically plugs in and turns on." OCD much?
 
Nineteen: I have a phobia of answering doors. If you don't tell me you're coming over and I can't see you, I'm not opening the door. This drives my parents nuts.
 
Twenty: I am an animal lover but ony have had a pet bird and pet fish in my 25 years of living. I think I'm past the phase of ever owning anything that can't be caged.
 
Pheewww...
 
That was quite the list. I can't wait to read about other people's facts. Nothing like learning about people without being too much of a creeper :)
 
Ciao!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

2 comments:

  1. I know how you feel about missing out on wine. I'm that way with beer. I totally wanted to be the cool college kid sipping on a beer & every time I tried I almost threw up. No thank you. It tastes like how I imagine trash would taste if you put it in a blender. Also, pants are the devil.

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  2. I love to cook, too! Loved your list! Dinosaurs? Never would have thought.

    Following from the link up!

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