fifteen for friday (only five today–cause who has 15 interestingish secrets?) 5/11/12 – things i’m afraid to tell you
Friday, May 11th, 2012I’m jumping on the blogging bandwagon (yet again). Lauren over at Filing Jointly–my personal bloggoddess–recently posted about a theme folks have been writing entitled “Things I’m afraid to tell you”. This is a very hard thing to do and I seriously don’t know exactly what I will write…so here goes!
I’m not posting this on social media, so if you stumble across this…congrats?
1. I have a strange habit. I sucked my thumb until I was 8. While I did this, I would touch (couldn’t find a less creepy word) a blanket. It always had to be silky, so sometimes it would be a dress slip, sometimes a swimsuit and finally a pink polyester, oh so soft robe. The thumb sucking left but the robe (Robey) stayed. I’ve gone without it before (to camp, some vacations, etc.) and I seriously think I would live if the robe went up in flames. It’s just something I like to hold on to while TV watching, reading, surfing the internets… I’ve actually tried Googling to see if others share this same habit…alas, I haven’t found anyone yet.
2. It’s hard finding things to write that won’t completely mortify my husband. I mean he didn’t even want me to blog about the time he caught the house on fire. But this isn’t about him. So I don’t think he’ll mind. Hubs and I were married very young. I was 19 and he was, gasp, 18. Bird was born a little over a year later when I was 20. Because of my lack of focus and my award winning slacker-dom I never made it to college. This is seriously embarrassing to me and hopefully I will get there some day. You know, like the same day I suddenly forget to procrastinate and miraculously become organized and motivated.
3. I was a bully. And I feel terrible about it. I was a tiny, tiny child. I was almost always the smallest kid in my class and I had a lot of anger about not having control over my life. I took this out on others. They were never smaller than me. I was more of a physical bully than a verbal one. It was almost always a one-off thing. Until I was in High School. My buddies and I would go to the Junior High to pick up one of my siblings when we would drive by this one girl and yell, “Jenny Craig!” Which brings me to:
4. I am now a big girl, and holy karma, I am enrolled at Jenny Craig. Which leads me to the reason I am a big girl:
5. I was diagnosed with severe depression and OCD (thoughts only) 11 years ago, although I’m sure was suffering way before that. I’d been a runner, and weighed a little less than 100 lbs. This was after my second kid. I got on meds, which was very necessary. I was fine in most ways–including weight wise for about 7 years until they stopped working. I was switched to a different med and I packed on the pounds. I switched back to the old ones, but it was no use. Now losing weight is a VERY slow process. –The only reason I can write about this now is because I’m borrowing on the courage of others. Lauren, The Bloggess and other bloggers occasionally write about their struggles, which makes me feel less alone and helps me to realize that depression is not something to be ashamed of.
Whew! Glad that’s over.
Tell me your five!!! Ya know, if you feel like it.





























3. Purple prose –noun
7. You never know where or when you may come in contact with a rogue elf. It’s best to be prepared.
Usually they are streaked with dirt and full of dead leaves and grass.
7. K, onto books. I mean book. The most recent I’ve read I finished before Christmas…don’t all gasp at once now. I read Wolf Hall and in the midst of it I noted on my Facebook status “plodding joylessly through Wolf Hall“
8. All I want for Easter is my two front teeth.

