Because my friend Nathan tagged me, and because I don't write about myself enough on this here blog, I'm going to describe five unique/weird things about myself.
I secretly believe I have this inborn sense of rhythm, so incredibly good that were I to pick up a baton and sit down behind a drum kit, I could play along with virtually any song. I've never had drum lessons and I have certainly never tried to play, except maybe when I was a kid. However, in my head, I see myself as an unknown genius, comparable to such greats as Watts. No, I will never test my theory. Do not ask me again.
I can not tell you the number of times someone, usually someone I've just met, has said to me, "You look just like . . ." They usually name some friend or cousin or such. This has been happening since jr. high when these guys in the mall swore that they knew me and I'd never seen them before. Of course, it suddenly occurs to me that these were jr. high boys, in a mall -- yeah that was probably some kind of joke. I've been told I look like a few famous people: Nancy Kerrigan, Lily Taylor and even Claire Danes. (Although I think maybe that was more a reminder of her character "Angela.") I never know how to respond when people tell me these things, as I don't usually know the person they are referring to and can not be sure if it's a compliment. Most recently, our pastor, and my ex-boss, told me this girl reminded him of me, before I got my hair cut . . . and when I used to be 2 inches taller, weighed 15 pounds less and was 5 years younger minus three kids. Yeah, then I looked exactly like Mary Katherine Ham.
I have always been a sucker for brown eyes, dark hair and olive skin. However, I am married to a blue eyed, blond, who's so fair I jokingly call him "transparent." Does that mean I don't think my husband's cute? No, of course not. Have you seen him in his new hat? And while it's true John's looks were not the first thing that attracted me to him, at the end of the day, when the button down collared shirt he wore to work is still tucked in yet slightly disheveled --you know, the sleeves are rolled up and the tie came off during the drive home-- that is when he is completely, utterly, adorable and of course, absolutely irresistible.
John says this is gross and weird, but he has milk issues. I like to crumble up day old cornbread, put it in a cold glass of milk, and eat it with a spoon. I'm not the only person who enjoy this delicacy. I can name at least four other people. No, it does not matter that I am related to all of them.
I'm not very fast, and I can't go very far, but I LOVE to run. I am not in the best shape, but I don't let that stop me from sprinting to the front door after taking out the trash, or racing my kids to the car in the church parking lot. Running always puts a smile on my face. Blame it on my endorphin starved brain. In fact, if I wasn't worried about people laughing at me, I'd run everywhere, every chance I got, just like Forrest. Woops, I probably shouldn't have said that. Yep, I think I hear a new nickname coming: Janna Gump. I'm sure everyone will be looking for the next opportunity to start chanting, "Run Janna Run." Well, I guess that's alright. I've certainly been called worse. You do what you can for a laugh. But I figure, as long as I don't break an ankle or something, I think I'll keep on "ruhnneynguh."
So there you have it folks. Now it's my turn to tag some people. I believe I'll start with Kevbo, followed by Barberman and our fair Aunt. Since Mom started blogging, I'm gonna have to get her. And Currey, come on dude, time to step up to the plate.