For this week’s Friend Friday* project, we were asked to share 10 random facts or trivia pieces about ourselves. So here you go:
10 Random Facts About Yours Truly
1. I love to cook breakfast.
Omelettes with ham or turkey, cheese, sauteéd mushrooms, and onions; eggs—soft-boiled, fried, or poached with smoked salmon and authentic Greek salad; French toast; homemade home fries; grilled tomatoes; bacon, turkey bacon, pancakes…it’s actually my favorite meal of the day, and I love it when I have someone to cook for and no where to go. The only thing I don’t do is waffles.
2. I have a crazy recurring dream in which I’ve forgotten to feed my pet bird.
In the dream I have this horrible realization that I’ve neglected to feed my pet bird, and it is near death. As a child I had finches and parakeets; in my dream, I can see the little feeding cup full of empty shells of instead of seeds, and I feel terrible guilt. I don’t know why I have this dream from time to time, or what it means, since I haven’t had a pet bird in many, many years and I certainly never let one starve to death.
3. For my 30th birthday, I jumped out of a plane.
I would have never pursued this on my own—I am not a thrill-seeker. But the opportunity presented itself and I forced myself to do it so I wouldn’t look back and regret it. It ended up being an awesome experience—nothing like jumping out of a plane so high you’re in the clouds and can’t even see the ground! But bungee jumping? No. Can. Do.
4. I once took a long road trip just to see Colonel Sanders’ grave.
I drove all the way to Louisville, Kentucky just because my favorite Aussie (who loves classic American KFC) joked about going to see Colonel Sanders’ grave. It was part of a wild goose chase that included visiting the Jim Beam distillery, eating KFC at the original KFC, and tracking down the General Lee. I kid you not—see, I have the photo to prove it. (FYI: The Colonel’s grave is actually quite modest considering the fame of the man and the stunning grandeur of the cemetery).
5. I completed vinyasa yoga teacher training.
Nothing spectacular about that, except that I don’t actually want to teach yoga. I have horrible stage fright.
6. My favorite Aussie has called me fire woman. Turns out I really am a fire god(ess).
Let me explain. My name (which is very ancient and very uncommon) in Greek means “untroubled,” or “serene.” My parents actually made up the similarly uncommon English equivalent by combining the first two syllables of my grandmothers’ names. But after studying yoga and related literature, I learned that the spelling they chose is the Sanskrit name for the Hindu god of fire, and for fire itself. Talk about a contradiction in terms. My mother thinks the irony is fitting.
7. I hate mobile ringtones.
Ringtones that are anything other than an actual “ring” sound drive me nuts. I’m always so embarrassed for the person whose phone is ringing. Especially if they are over age 18.
8. I might have a touch of OCD.
It drives me crazy when people load a dishwasher with no order. I will re-load it if I discover it is in disarray. I must have like things with like things. That means salad forks in one slot, dinner forks in another, salad plates all together, mugs together in a row, etc. Same goes for my grocery cart, canned goods in the cabinet, clothing in my closet, etc. I like order and symmetry. And sometimes if I’m not sure if I closed my garage door, I have to turn around and drive back to make sure. And I double-check that all the doors are locked before going to bed.
9. I’m a total dog person.
Mostly because I’m terrified of cats. They hate me, and even when they try to love you, it hurts. I have a scar—from a kitten—to prove it.
10. I’ll never admit it if I have a hangover.
I like my dirty Bombay Sapphire martinis, and I can hold my liquor pretty well for a girl. On the rare occasion I have a hangover, you will never, ever know. I’ve even been known to go to the gym the day after a party, on four hours of sleep with liquor probably still in my system. My mom always told me that if I’m going to have a royal blast, the negative consequences should never spill over into the next day. So even if I’m dying on the inside, I’ll never let anyone know. Stiff upper lip (and sometimes, hair of the dog).
*The Friend Friday project by Modly Chic is a way for bloggers to share more about themselves and create a friendly connection with other bloggers. Katy of Modly Chic sends us questions weekly, and we answer on our blogs.