April 21, 2006

Oddity upon Oddity

I was tagged by Rachel of Perieraville for a 5 weird things meme. Now I’ve done this before (HERE, where Contagion told me they weren’t weird), but I just knew if I thought hard enough, I could find five more weird things.

Afterall… this is ME we’re talking about.

OK… so here it goes. Five weird things and of course the stories that go with them (surprise).

1) I have to take my running shoes and clothes whenever I travel. It doesn’t matter that I won’t have the time to run, I just have to take them with me JUST IN CASE.

2) I can’t take up sports that don’t have a hurl factor. If I can’t push myself to feel the need to vomit at the end, I’m not interested.

For instance, golf has a 0 hurl factor. No way I could be a golfer, even putting aside the fact I have horrible eye hand coordination.

But running? Running has a high hurl factor. I’ve puked many times after running.

Tennis? Low hurl factor, unless it’s hotter than hell outside and that doesn’t count as it’s not self inflicted.

Swimming? Hurl factor is not as high as running, but I can push it pretty damn close. Same with weight lifting. This past Thursday I barely made it to the car without losing it after doing back and shoulders. Abs will throw me over the edge.

Karate? High hurl factor, especially when sparring.

3) I was emotionally damaged by a marshmallow when I was 2, so now I can’t eat anything like that… marshmallows, whipped cream, all that stuff. Blech.

4) I didn’t realize I wasn’t a really big person until about… last month. I have always seen myself as gargantuan and this whole reality thing started to set in this past October when I was at Eric’s with my sister, Morrigan. Army Wife Toddler Mom looked at me and said, “You’re so tiny! I could fit you in my pocket!” And this sentiment pretty much carried on all weekend by a number of people.

I was pretty taken back.

My one grandmother was 5 feet tall. She was sturdy, a good grandmother of sturdy German stock, but she was short. My other grandmother, when she died, I think she was something like 4’8. And she never weighed over 90 pounds except when pregnant. And although my Mom and sister aren’t tiny tiny, I’m bigger boned than they are. Plus I have this overly aggressive personality at times, so I’ve just always seen myself a kind of more masculine, not feminine at all, and big. Very big.

And I’m not. Morrigan laughed at me today when I was trying on a new pair of jeans for her and said, “I don’t get it. How can you think you’re big if you wear a size 4… I wear a 4 and I KNOW I'm not big.”

I guess I’m just a giant in my own mind.

5) Since I could talk and count, whenever people would ask me how old I was, I would up my age one year after the birthday passed. It did get me in trouble once.

I met a guy over the summer, a really great guy, when I was 18, two months shy of my 19th birthday. When he asked how old I was, I told him 19. He knew my birthday was September, so he thought I was turning 20, which was great for him as he was… 24.

One day after going to the beach, we met up with some of his friends, who I had yet to meet, at a beach/bar. They went to order me a drink as I was looking at the menu and I casually said, “Oh I can’t drink. I’m not old enough yet.” (Legal age was 19 at the time.) My date’s friends all looked at him in horror that he was dating someone underage, and he looked like he’d just died 9 deaths as he said to me, “What?! I thought you were turning 20 in two months!” and I replied nonchalantly, “Oh no. I’m turning 19. I always up my age by one year.”

For some reason he liked me enough to keep dating me, although this was never forgotten and I suspect never truly forgiven.

Anyway, I quit doing that this year. I’m 40. People ask me and I say ‘40’. I will say 40 until the day I turn 41. I like being 40. A lot. It’s been a good year. I know I’m going to like this decade… no reason to rush it.

Posted by Boudicca at April 21, 2006 09:17 PM | TrackBack

thanks for playing! i appreciate it

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at April 21, 2006 09:50 PM

Hmmm. I don't think your short either. Then again, I have never thought of myself as short.

Posted by: vw bug at April 22, 2006 06:48 AM

I don't golf either though not for lack of "hurl factor" I just can't seem to hit the freekin' ball!

And I once had a swim coach that kept buckets strategically placed around the pool during practice. His motto was "If you don't puke during practice, you're not working hard enough..." I have a feeling that would be frowned upon today. ;)

Posted by: Richmond at April 22, 2006 12:03 PM

yeah you are flipping tiny, Jesus I felt ginormous next to you. I also could fit you in my pocket, which I may well attempt at the next blog meet

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at April 27, 2006 08:27 AM