Koreanish tagged me to list 8 things about me…
I’ll happily oblige!
- I was born in New York City. I now live in Berkeley. In between, I lived in the Los Angeles metropolitan area. I was happy in New York. I am happy in Berkeley. I was terribly unhappy in los Angeles. Read whatever you want into those facts.
- I absolutely HATE THE HEAT. I will cheerfully cope with freezing temperatures–but if it’s above 80F outside, I’m going to get CRANKY. I don’t remember being hot in New York as a child. I just remember that I was mystified that very first hot Los Angeles summer. It was like, “WTF?” If a seven year old child would say, “WTF.”
- When I was a little girl, I was very vocal about wishing I were a boy. This went on for quite some time until my parents pulled me aside and asked, “Now–WHY do you want to be a boy?” They held their breath, I imagine, until I answered, “Because boys don’t have to be skinny, and they can roll around in the mud, and their clothes are way more comfortable!” I totally still believe the same. Except for the rolling around in the mud bit. It seems that little boys mud wrestle, but that eventually stops at adulthood. Meanwhile, little girls don’t mud wrestle, but grown women in bikinis sure do.
- All I need in life to be happy is someone who loves me by my side, a wiener dog or two, four walls (they can be really close together or span several thousand feet), a roof over my head, tasty food, a laptop with wireless broadband, and a digital camera. I think that’s about it. My husband likes to add, “And Marc Jacobs clothing?”
- I like Marc Jacobs clothing. No. I looooove his clothes. But they are not the essence of what makes me happy. They’re about second or third tier when it comes to “things that make me happy.”
- I looooove dogs.
- Apparently, I am a private person, despite having a blog. Because I am running out of things to tell you about myself. Oh, here’s one. I used to drink a lot of coffee, smoke cigarettes and drink single malt scotch. I quit all those things cold turkey years ago (some more than a decade ago), and I now get drunk off one cocktail. A cup of caffeinated coffee will keep me sleepless all night, even when I have it before noon that day. Read whatever you want into those facts, too.
- I have several mottos. This weekend, while sharing one of them with a good friend, I realized the mottos were formed after life changing events. I picked up “Take responsibility for your own happiness,” after my nervous breakdown. I adopted “Have no regrets,” when my heart was broken and I was trying to find a way to move forward with dignity and fulfillment. I don’t know what an additional motto will be, now that I’ve fully recovered from my stroke. I’ve got to think about what I learned from last year.