Things You May or May Not Know

This is going to be a pretty weird one. Hope I don’t regret it! Hahaha!

Today I’m going to share with you ten-ish random fact/stories about ME that you may or may not already know. Some of them will depend on how long you’ve known me, or how long you’ve read my blog, or just maybe you’ve just heard them casually in passing. Usually people’s “get to know me” posts are a bit different than this, but I think “different” is a pretty good word for me 😉 I know, by blogging, I put a lot of things out there, any many people feel like they know me very well! Maybe there will be some surprises in here! Who knows! So hopefully this brings us closer together in a somewhat unconventional way.

  1. I was born with crossed eyes. At nine months old, I had eye surgery. The same surgery Dekker had, actually. Apparently, post-op, I was an entirely different baby who loved to giggle at herself in the mirror. Around 18 months old, however, I believe I got a fever that messed up my eyes a second time. As far as I know, a second surgery wasn’t presented as an option, so I got glasses, and they helped straighten my eyes. Still to this day, if I don’t wear glasses for long enough, and I get overtired or sick, my left eye wanders in. 
  2. I am always cold. I know lots of people can feel with me in this. I’ve always been this way, but I used to be much more of a schmuck about it, wearing flip flops in the snow, wearing capri pants well into winter, never wearing socks, etc. No wonder I was cold. Nowadays, I can wear pants, long sleeves, and socks pretty much every day in my nice warm house, and I’m still chilly. People assume that being pregnant in summer is the most uncomfortable thing but I LOVE being hugely pregnant in summer! I love to be warm.
  3. I hate the shower. HATE the shower. I didn’t take a shower for legitimately our first year in this house. I hate when my hair sheds and sticks all over my body. I hate having water on my face or in my eyes. I hate getting out of the shower and being cold. I love my big soaker tub, and have a bath pretty much every single day, so I’m clean. I used to wash my hair in the kitchen sink when I needed to, but thats gotten tricky as my hair has gotten longer. Also, the bright color runs when I wash it, so it only took one time spattering my white kitchen cabinets with purple color for me to give in and *sigh* shower. So I do that now. But not very often. My hair is very used to not being washed, and therefore doesn’t produce as much oil as most. Let’s just say, if I wash my hair every week, that’s pretty impressive! (pats self on back)
  4. I never thought I moved around a lot, but looking at it now, turns out I have! I was born in Morden, MB. and moved to my hometown in Saskatchewan when I was one. When I was seven, we moved across the street. Yup. We did. After I graduated high school, I spent the summer at a camp by Swift Current, and then moved to Hepburn, SK for the year. I spent the four months after school at Waskesiu, and then moved to Winnipeg. I lived in a house with a bunch of girls there, before moving to my own apartment. Winnipeg didn’t last long, and I came home after five months or so. I moved in with my parents until I got married and moved into Brady’s apartment in Saskatoon. He and I moved to Radisson and stayed for six years. When we moved, we lived in an acreage south of Saskatoon for a bit, and then a little cabin in Lawson Heights area for another little bit, and NOW we’ve made it full circle, back to my hometown 🙂 I can’t promise we’ll never move again, but I plan to be in this town as long as humanly possible! 
  5. My biggest physical insecurity is a little mole that hangs out just below my nose. I super hate that thing. I literally had to look back in pictures of my high school years to see if I’ve always had it, and sure enough, I did, but I was vastly unaware of it. I had no idea it existed until someone made a joke about trying to pick it, because it “looked like a booger.” I’ve tried pretty hard to pretend its not there and not be too petty about it, but since having kids and having more colds, I blow my nose a lot more, resulting in it drying out, and occasionally bleeding. I think I can finally justify getting it hacked off. I’m over having it on my face at all, but also over having it bleed like crazy when I blow my nose. Ugh. 
  6. I wasn’t allowed to date growing up, yet I still managed to be part of a plethora of weird relationships. The stories were pretty amusing, if I do say so myself. I used to imagine writing a book about them, where each guy would get his own chapter. He’d be under a different name, of course. Along with the book would come the “soundtrack,” as I had realized I had a song that I associated with every single guy! Lots of the details are rusty now, but at the time, I thought it was SUCH a good idea!
  7. You guys know I go for a nail/wax appointment every month or so. I do those things for very specific reasons. I get my nails done because otherwise I chew my nails and the skin around them like no other! My thumbs are scarred so badly that, when my hands get any kind of tan on them, the skin around my thumbnails stays pink. If not for that reason, I wouldn’t put the time or money into doing my nails. But I need them. Pretty sure I can credit them also for not getting sick as often this fall! I wax my legs because for YEARS I tried to shave in the tub or in the shower, and while everyone I knew could stand in the shower for five minutes and come out flawlessly shaven, I would spend 30 minutes and come out just bleeding like crazy. I was HORRIBLE at shaving, and it never improved. And I wax my arms for vanity, if we’re being honest. I held out for a long time, trying to come to terms with being a hairy girl with long, dark arm hair. When I got my wedding pictures back, my photographer had used a filter that left my arms looking dirty, and that was it for me. No more of that.
  8. I always knew I wanted kids. My poor guidance counsellor at school just couldn’t handle the fact that I had no real post secondary plans. I just wanted to be married and have kids. Very naive, for sure, but true. And thank goodness it worked out that way for me! Whew!! But my plan was seriously flawed. I “planned” to be married super young, and have a good handful of kids. Four-ish, I figured. But I was going to be done having kids at 25, and I was NEVER going to drive one of those HORRIFIC minivans! 😆 Its possible some of these things have changed…
  9. When I graduated high school, I had hair down to my waist. I was NOT girly enough to care about my hair, but I had made bets with a few friends to try and grow out our hair until grad. But I hated having long hair. I made an appointment with our local hairstylist at the time, and the day after graduation, she chopped it ALL off for me into a cute little pixie cut. When I went to school to pick up my report card the next day, no one recognized me. They did eventually, of course, but it took a SOLID double/triple take. I super enjoyed that, and never thought I’d go back to long hair. That being said, my long hair now was entirely accidental. I had a very short style, longer on the top, shorter on the sides, not that long ago. At one of my hair appointments, I suggested we let one side grow a bit and keep one side short. And the rest is history. Unlike most people who have long hair and shave one side off, I grew it out from a shorty cut! The shaved side, and the color, has kept it interesting enough for me to not hack it all off yet, and suddenly, its LONG! 
  10. The last story for you today is how I got my guitar. I have a black acoustic guitar that I purchased for $120 out of a pawn shop in Winnipeg when I was 15. It is a Segovia, which no one has heard of, because I think its exclusive to Winnipeg. Or it used to be?? I’m not sure. It has a beautiful, FULL sound, and is pretty much the perfect campfire guitar. I named it Nigel Bogey Lowenstein Friesen. When I got married, I hyphenated his last name to Friesen-Born, but soon thereafter decided to drop Friesen, because I’m not about that.

Sooooo thats all a little transparent, some more important than others! Feeling just a little awkward putting some of these things out there, but it would make me feel less that way if other’s shared something random about themselves in the comments!! Anyone want to add to the awkward madness??

Keili

I’ll do one, in solidarity.

I have had the same stuffed animal since as long as I can remember. He is a lion, called Casey, and I slept with him wayyyy past the point when people usually give up their stuffies. As a teenager, I started saying to myself, “when I share a bed with someone else, then I’ll give up Casey” but when I did move out, Casey was always somewhere in my bedroom to be found. He came with me when I moved to Toronto, and when my father passed this spring and I came to Roatan to deal with his house, guess who found his way into my suitcase? My beautiful, bedraggled lion. He is fantastic at drying tears, propping up my neck when I read, and all-around just being a fantastic piece of cotton and plastic.