Recently, Ms. Sunshine, aka Kristina of the stellar Pretty Shiny Sparkly tagged me in her post, 7 Things About Me: The Stupid School Years. Thanks Kristina! Only for you will I relive and dish the details on a childhood that I’ve almost blocked from my memory! Almost. So here we go…
7 Things About Me: The Stupid School Years
1. Despite the many of inches of hair I am blessed with now, I was actually born bald.
Then my hair came in blond. Well, kind of strawberry blond. But it took a while to grow. So long, in fact, that I corrected people myself when they said I was a cute little boy. “I’m a GIRL!” I’d protest.
PS: Notice the requisite big honkin’ cross on me in this photo. And the other bling (baptismal pin, bracelet). Greeks. What can I say.
2. My eyes are hazel, not brown.
Another thing I had to correct people about. Just like my hair is dark brown, not black. But more about that in a minute.
3. According to my birth certificate, I’m a Yankee…born in New York. And with no middle name.
While I’m glad that my parents didn’t follow the idiotic Greek tradition (then) of making your child’s middle name the same as their father’s first name (whether they’re a boy or girl!), having no middle name is kind of a pain in the you-know-what. Let’s just say I never had any monogrammed items. Then again, have you seen my bloody name? Do I really need a middle name with all that already going on?
4. Speaking of names, I was always pissed off that “VAHNI” was never available on those little souvenir license plates.
You know the ones for kids that are sold at amusement parks and tourist spots? It wasn’t enough that my monogram was missing a letter—I also had a name that wasn’t “normal”—like Stephanie or Mary. So there were never personalized license plates or pencils or necklaces for me. Boo. I was one cranky little miss, wasn’t I?
5. When I turned 4, we moved south, and my hair inexplicably went brown. And I got freckles overnight.
And my mom inexplicably thought a Dorothy Hamill (aka bowl) cut would be “cute” on me. And inexplicably, I’m dressed in a tennis outfit, though I didn’t play tennis. But I did ice skate, and I hated this haircut. Wow, If I wasn’t wearing a skirt, someone might have thought I was my brother. See photo above.
6. My auntie took me to have my ears pierced at age 7.
My mom is still mad about it.
7. I was a good student. And quiet.
And this is the last halfway decent school photo I took before I got beat with the ‘tween/teen ugly stick.
But I came out the other end OK. Of course, that is a highly subjective deduction.
- I went to Greek language school twice a week (after regular school) for about five years to learn the Greek language. I hated it then, but now I’m glad my mom forced me through it as a child. It has paid off.
- No, I’m not having kids. But I love my niece and nephew and see them weekly. And I’m a creative and crafty auntie.
- I’m terrified of public speaking, but somehow in the past I’ve ended up on local TV and radio, and there’s that little IFB Evolving Influence gig I have coming up. God help me.
- I’ve never taken the flu shot. And I don’t get the flu.
- I had a really bad car accident when I was 16 that left me with a permanently separated left shoulder. But it’s not that big of a deal. I just can’t sleep on it for a long time.
- I used to wear glasses…until I had laser vision correction.
- I’m terrified of haunted houses. Like, terrified. I will never go in one ever again. Ever.