Category: confession

So I’ve got this project to do for the dad, that really won’t take terribly long, I just need to sit down and do it.

But instead of just doing it, I feel like I’m back in college.  Back in college and avoiding my homework …

So far, instead of coding up the dad’s POS (his acronym, not mine, I promise), I bought some pink shirts.  And then I bought some knitting books and yarn.  I’ve eaten some apple pie.

And now, I’m blogging!

After this, I’m thinking about maybe doing the dishes.  Or playing some Lego Harry Potter.  Or Rock Band.  Or doing my wow dailies.  Oh, and practicing my piano!  Oh, and then there’s still some banana cream pie with my name on it …

And THEN, I think I can get to work.

Oh, the crying and the screaming and the yelling and the blaming on what’s supposed to be a fun snow day. I can’t help but think I’m glad I don’t have any of my own to contend with …

1. I love hiking but haven’t done any in years.  I miss it so much, I recently volunteered with my church youth group to specifically help with outdoorsy activities.  And I don’t even like people …
2. My name is unique, and I love it.  I don’t mind spelling it, explaining its history or talking about its meaning.
3. My favorite color changes periodically.  It is currently purple, though I’m feeling a shift towards sagey-olivey-green.
4. On the Myers-Brigg personality test, I am an ISTP, with an ‘I’ of 100%.  That means I am 100% introvert.  So basically, I don’t require human contact, and I don’t need or use input from others when I make decisions, which I am sure has caused great confusion among family and friends as they try to figure out what I am doing and why.
5. My favorite pizza is pepperoni with black olive and mushroom.  Being somewhat lactose-sensitive, I usually pay a price when I indulge myself, but it is oh so worth it.
6. I went to an extremely religiously conservative college.  While there, I learned that I hate it when everybody is the same.  I much prefer to be surrounded by people with different ideas, preferences, backgrounds and characteristics.  I have learned more from people who are NOT like me than I have learned from people who are like me.
7. I got into software engineering to prove that I could hack it in a man’s world.  I stayed because it turns out I’m kind of really awesome at it.
8. I think pretty highly of myself, but I haven’t always.
9. I sometimes have a favorite brother.  (It’s not always the same brother.  And each of them has held the honor at one time or another.)
10. I am claustrophobic and have a fear of suffocation.  You’ll never find me on the inside of a booth at a restaurant, I dread the dentist, I’ve never been able to relax enough to learn how to tread water, and the only real panic attack I’ve ever had was while snorkeling.
11. I don’t fear getting old because my mother is gorgeous, and she seems to get even more so the older she gets.  I have confidence that I will make it to 60 with my good-looks intact.
12. If you really, really want to get to know me, establish an IM relationship with me.  I am most comfortable sharing myself through IM – I probably share TOO much through IM.
13. I was the third best writer in my high school AP English class.  As for the two ahead of me, one just got her first book published, and the other is working on her phd at Princeton.  Princeton!  And all I got is a blog I named after myself that gets 12 readers on a good day.  That’s all third best gets ya.
14. I love celebrity gossip and advice columns.
15. I can’t remember the last book I read.  I keep meaning to get back into reading, but it just hasn’t happened yet.
16. I got a facial for the first time last year, and it was awesome.
17. I am currently subscribed to 52 blogs.  Thank goodness for google reader, or I would never be able to keep up with them all.
18. I love google.  Right now, I have a tab open for gmail, a tab for google reader, a tab for google search, and I’m writing my 25 things in google docs.
19. I don’t really have a strong passion for any one thing – I tend to dabble in a lot of things, and my passions ebb and flow.
20. I play entirely too much freecell, mah jong, solitaire and mine sweeper.  I tend to play the games in ‘speed mode,’ with lots of rapid clicking and little thinking ahead.  I don’t often win …
21. My husband is my best friend.
22. I really hate javascript.  I’d like for it to DIAF.  Until that happens, I suppose Firebug makes it a little more bearable.
23. I am fluent in regular English as well as technogeek.
24. I’m friggin’ hilarious. But I’m the only one who thinks so.
25. My pizza name is Kim. Sometimes Amy. But mostly Kim.

The husband and I recently joined a gym (yay for us!!) and we went in this week for our free fitness profile.  They asked us bunches of questions (them: how active are your jobs?  us:  um, we sit in front of computers all day.  but we move our arms!  and hands and fingers!), pinched our skin fats, took our weights and measurements, and then it was time for the physical tests.

hahahahahaha!

I’m proud to say, we survived it!  And I have to say, I think we did quite well, considering the fact that we have done little more than sit for the last 6 years.  Sure, sometimes I vacuum or walk through the grocery store – but that’s about all the physical activity my life demands these days.

I survived 15 minutes on the treadmill, did 28 sit-ups in a minute, and did 20 (girl) push-ups before my arms started shaking so much I feared I might find myself square on my face.

But then there was the flexibility test.

I have never, in my life, been able to touch my toes.  When I’ve worked on it for months, I can get kinda close – like the lower part of my shin.  When I was 8 and working on my presidential fitness stuff – I could do the mile, the sit-ups, more pull-ups than any of the other girls – but the darn flexibility test was just impossible.  I remember being met with disbelief when I stretched as far as I could go, when my legs were trembling with the strain, my knees begging to bend, and my fingertips were still nowhere near my toes.

So I failed the flexibility test miserably.  Couldn’t even register on their little measurement device, I think I only made it just past my knees.

I’ve never believed much in the whole touch-your-toes test, I guess because I’ve never been able to.  I don’t think it’s kept me from accomplishing anything physical that I’ve ever wanted to.  I’ve hiked up and down mountains, done round-house kicks, managed to get 80-pound boxes into my house.  The only thing I’ve missed out on is, well, the satisfaction of touching my toes.