Milkmemos Blog

I’ve been sweating ever since Cate asked me to share eight things you don’t know about me. The pressure! I asked my husband (Roger) to brainstorm with me (mistake) — and it took him milliseconds to respond with Thing #1:

1. I can’t back up. In a car, that is. Last October, Roger’s parents visited and parked their rental car on our driveway, right behind my car. I went to back out of the garage and — *smash* — I backed right into the rental car. Remember that tip from Driver’s Ed about checking your blind spots before backing up? Woops. There are plenty of other examples of my backing up “issues.” I have backed into a mail box, a light post, and have skimmed our garage with my side view mirrors.

2. I used to have a belly ring. That was in the pre-pregnancy days. Need I say more?

3. I love to drive around in my car singing Elvis songs at the top of my lungs with Caleb. Our current favorite is Jailhouse Rock. “The band was jumpin’ and the joint began to swing. You should’ve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing. Let’s rock…everybody let’s rock!”

4. Don’t tell anyone — but I once ran around with out clothes on at Woodstock. (The right word there is “naked” — but it just seems a little un-motherly to say that right here for some reason!). I taught tennis at a summer camp in New York during college, and on one of my days off, driving to Woodstock and running around in my birthday suit with friends seemed like just the right thing to do.

5. My favorite dessert is key lime pie. And I’ve found the BEST key lime pie right here in Longmont at a new restaurant called Sugarbeet. (Sorry Grandma).

6. When I laugh really hard, my thumbs go weak. I know, it’s weird. They go all tingly on me and I can’t even pick up an envelope.

7. I count stairs — in my house, restaurants, hotels, you name it. Even if I’ve counted the same ones before, I count them again the next time I go up or down them.  I was afraid to admit this until recently, when I read a Reader’s Digest article about strange habits. Turns out that I’m completely normal (sort of). Lots of people do this. And it isn’t considered a problem unless I start to feel anxious when I don’t count. What a relief.

8. During my first month at IBM, I was asked by a former admin assistant to throw a surprise 50th birthday party for the Director I worked for. I bought a cake, card, and invited all the right mucky mucks (read: senior VPs) to the occasion. When Mr. Director walked into the room and we all yelled, “Surprise!!” he turned to me and said, “I’m not 50.” We all laughed and said, “Sure you’re not!” He said it again (this time a bit more sternly): “I’m not 50. I’m 48!!” I ran out of the room crying from embarrasment.

Phew…there you have it. That last one is STILL painful. Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve blogged…Andrea

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