So, some friends in the blogosphere have taken to their blogs – Scribbles by Lelani and Girl from Mars – to take part in this 10-day challenge thing that's making the rounds. Seeing as I've been neglecting this blog over the past couple of months I think a 10-day challenge is just what I need to get my blogging mojo back. So here it goes...
Day One: Ten Secrets
1. I had an imaginary friend growing up. Yes, really, her name was Susan and she was very real to me. My mom had to make her exactly what I was eating and drinking every meal time. When my sister was born, my mom asked me why Susan hadn't come to visit in a while. I answered, "Susan moved away."
2. I can't watch reality TV show auditions without crying. So You Think You Can Dance, American Idols, X-Factor, SA Idols, Masterchef. If there's someone with a dream, getting a stab at it... best there be a box of Kleenex close by.
3. I will never name anything a name that starts with a hard consonant... D, B, K, G, T and especially Dub-Dub-Double You. That goes for children, pets, cars, potplants and even favourite handbags. Having to ask where the D-D-Dispirin is at Clicks is traumatic enough.
4. I wish I'd had the guts to audition for the role of Sandy in my primary school production of Grease. And, I wish I'd gotten the first name of my Standard 2 (grade 4) teacher, Mrs MacNair, so that I could find her on Facebook and let her know that to this day she's the school teacher that made the biggest impact.
5. I am seriously directionally challenged. I would literally be lost without my Garmin. I don't know my North from my South, my East from my West and I will not be able to direct you to places that I frequent often, which is why I have a husband and will always hand the phone to him when friends ask "how do I get to you from my place?"
6. I have next-to-zero co-ordination. Water skiing, snow skiing, ice skating, rollerblading and never-ever-would-I-ever wake boarding are a recipe for disaster, tears, tantrums and as last February's ski trip to Austria proved... whiplash! That's why I like theme parks and roller coasters – no co-ord required.
7. I have a phobia of baked beans. Not an 'I'd rather not' or an 'I don't like them' thing. A proper phobia. The sight of them make me queazy, the smell of them makes me faint and if they get served up alongside my bacon and eggs I will send the plate back. In fact, hearing R Kelly's 'I believe I can fly' causes a similar reaction.
8. I'm a nerd. I don't walk on the grass if there's a sign telling me not to. I pull over in roadblocks and ask if I have any fines outstanding. I made it through 4 years of art school in London without ever smoking a joint, getting a weird piercing or a tattoo. I can't go to bed until the kitchen's spotless and the scatter cushions on the couch are perfectly puffed up and arranged.
9. I have done some pretty stupid things in an attempt to resemble a stick insect. I envy women who can order and eat pasta without guilt.
10. I am a born again Christian. Not a secret to my family and friends but possibly not all that obvious to acquaintances and colleagues. I didn't live with my husband before we got married, I didn't sleep with my husband before we got married. Oh, and I don't celebrate Halloween or use oh-em-jee. Ever.
Day One: Ten Secrets
1. I had an imaginary friend growing up. Yes, really, her name was Susan and she was very real to me. My mom had to make her exactly what I was eating and drinking every meal time. When my sister was born, my mom asked me why Susan hadn't come to visit in a while. I answered, "Susan moved away."
2. I can't watch reality TV show auditions without crying. So You Think You Can Dance, American Idols, X-Factor, SA Idols, Masterchef. If there's someone with a dream, getting a stab at it... best there be a box of Kleenex close by.
3. I will never name anything a name that starts with a hard consonant... D, B, K, G, T and especially Dub-Dub-Double You. That goes for children, pets, cars, potplants and even favourite handbags. Having to ask where the D-D-Dispirin is at Clicks is traumatic enough.
4. I wish I'd had the guts to audition for the role of Sandy in my primary school production of Grease. And, I wish I'd gotten the first name of my Standard 2 (grade 4) teacher, Mrs MacNair, so that I could find her on Facebook and let her know that to this day she's the school teacher that made the biggest impact.
5. I am seriously directionally challenged. I would literally be lost without my Garmin. I don't know my North from my South, my East from my West and I will not be able to direct you to places that I frequent often, which is why I have a husband and will always hand the phone to him when friends ask "how do I get to you from my place?"
6. I have next-to-zero co-ordination. Water skiing, snow skiing, ice skating, rollerblading and never-ever-would-I-ever wake boarding are a recipe for disaster, tears, tantrums and as last February's ski trip to Austria proved... whiplash! That's why I like theme parks and roller coasters – no co-ord required.
7. I have a phobia of baked beans. Not an 'I'd rather not' or an 'I don't like them' thing. A proper phobia. The sight of them make me queazy, the smell of them makes me faint and if they get served up alongside my bacon and eggs I will send the plate back. In fact, hearing R Kelly's 'I believe I can fly' causes a similar reaction.
8. I'm a nerd. I don't walk on the grass if there's a sign telling me not to. I pull over in roadblocks and ask if I have any fines outstanding. I made it through 4 years of art school in London without ever smoking a joint, getting a weird piercing or a tattoo. I can't go to bed until the kitchen's spotless and the scatter cushions on the couch are perfectly puffed up and arranged.
9. I have done some pretty stupid things in an attempt to resemble a stick insect. I envy women who can order and eat pasta without guilt.
10. I am a born again Christian. Not a secret to my family and friends but possibly not all that obvious to acquaintances and colleagues. I didn't live with my husband before we got married, I didn't sleep with my husband before we got married. Oh, and I don't celebrate Halloween or use oh-em-jee. Ever.
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