Today’s post is reeeeeally long, so let’s just hop right in, shall we?
one: FRENCH FRIES
I’m obsessed with french fries. This is not a joke. It’s likely that if fries are an option on the menu, they’ll turn into my meal. Quiz me on a restaurant and I can tell you which dipping sauce best compliments their fries [Wendy’s: barbecue or chili (yes, chili has been downgraded to a dipping sauce), McDonald’s: spicy buffalo, Red Robin’s: ranch, and so on and so forth]. It’s probably a problem. I just dearly love them and it won’t be helped.
My addiction right now is stopping by McDonald’s for fries, spicy buffalo sauce and a sprite. YUM.
I’m allergic to tooooooo many things: gluten (*sobs*), lactose (*sobs again*), jalapenos (I need a tissue), and as I’ve most recently surmised (based on throwing up or being extremely nauseas when I have it): meat (WHAT IS LIFE?!!?!). In the not food genre, I’m allergic to amoxicillin, penicillin, clindamycin.. you know, the three main medicines they give you for anything. I’m basically just telling you guys this so you can save my life if ever needed. heh
Something else I dearly love? Black! The color is fantastic. I may look a little too pale when I wear it, but I really don’t care cause it’s cozy and warm and delightful. My wardrobe has a lot of black in it.
Also… I. HATE. PURPLE. It makes me wretch. It makes me curl up inside and die. Okay, that’s a little dramatic. You also may know this already based on my earlier post about it…
I have seriously weird dreams. Like legitimately weird dreams. For instance, there was a time I dreamed that there were these dog/chimpanzee mutations that would go hunting for people to eat at night. They were attracted by light and sounds. In my dream, my parents were dead and I somehow became responsible for taking care of my siblings as well as a whole school bus of kids. You can imagine how difficult it was to keep them under control for entire nights so that no lights or noises drew the creatures.
Another dream I had were of these alien invaders who were these little creatures that operated huge machines: these machines had the legs of a giant ostrich, the body of a velociraptor and the head of a venus fly trap. They had super speed and made ear piercing screech noises when they found some prey. They were attracted by noise and somehow I was trapped in a room with a mom and her baby and they just kept screaming and screaming and I couldn’t get them to shut up, even when the creatures started charging at us.
So yeah, weird dreams… But anyways…
I dearly love to write. Okay, you obviously know this already. But I mean outside of this blog. I also write songs, stories and I’m working on a book of sorts. It may never get published, but hey!
We all have special Starbucks orders that just make our life when we get them. For me it entirely depends on mood, but here are my four go to’s: soy caramel latte (for chilly/sick days), hot or iced coffee with soy milk and half a packet raw sugar (for cheap days), and unsweetened iced black tea with a splash of lemonade (for hot days or “I need motivation” days). Great. Now I want Starbucks.
seven: JUVIE RECORD
Okay, technically I’m not a juvenile delinquent, but when I was 17, I went to court and my license was taken away for two months because I got caught going 13 mph over. Oops! I technically have a sealed record (though I could get it expunged now) so my family always jokes about me being their cliché family delinquent.
Psych! I’m 21 and I’ve never been kissed. I’m totally and completely okay with that. When I was, ooooh, 15 or so, I made a promise to the Lord that my first kiss would be on my wedding day. Has that been difficult to maintain? Heck yes. There were days when I wanted to toss that commitment out the window, but I didn’t and I’m thankful for it. Remind me of this if I ever enter another relationship. 😉
I wear contacts by day and glasses by night. I’ve got cruddy vision, though not as bad as some, so I can’t complain too much. Actually, at my last eye exam, one of my eye’s had improved some! So that was pretty cool.
I have two noticeable scars. The first is on my right eyebrow. I got when, as a small stupid child, I was playing rough house with my sister and a friend. The name of the game was bucking broncos! To play, someone would get down on all fours, someone else would sit on their back and try to stay on as they bucked. When it was my turn to be a cowgirl, I got bucked hard enough to go sailing through the air, only to bust my eyebrow open on a steel bed post.
The second scar is on my left knee and only rarely makes an appearance (generally when my skin is seriously flushed due to heat or exercise or fibromyalgia – heh heh). It’s actually in the shape of the state of Ohio (ironic) and is the result of my stupid attempt to rollerblade down a hill covered in gravel.
I am afraid of many philosophical things (failing God, not pursuing my dreams… you get the drift) but only four physical things: man-made heights, bridges, grates and the ocean.
I had zero issues on the edge of the Grand Canyon, but put me on the top wrung of a ladder and I’m ready to pass out. Bridges are terrifying, especially long ones, and are the worst during winter months or rainy days/nights. I don’t walk on grates. I walk around grates. I don’t know why so don’t ask me. They just really freak me out. And the ocean is. just. yikes. It’s so vast and enormous and drowning is a probability and yikes *shudder* nah I’m good.
Y’all know I love to travel. It’s one of the best things in the world to experience new sights, sounds and cultures. The top three places I want to see (currently) are: the pyramids (especially now that they might have found Nefertiti’s tomb), the Great Wall of China (because duh), and the lost city of Pompeii (I think that’s the proper way to refer to it).
I am my grandma’s namesake! My middle name is “Allene” (pronounced: ‘Al’ – like fat Albert without the bert – ‘lean’ – like lean meat), which is an Irish name that means “beautiful” and is the same middle name my incredible grandma carries.
I’m extremely loyal by nature. I’m loyal to God, to my family and friends and to the outcast or downtrodden. It is my intent to always care for the person people ignore. Growing up, I was a nightmare for most people, but I did manage to always welcome and get along with the person everybody bullied or disliked. Don’t ask me why, I couldn’t tell you.
It’s not uncommon for me to get in fights with people who are attacking family members of mine, or to face down jerks who dare smack talk my Lord, or to yell at people who would make fun of people who cannot defend themselves.
It’s just who I am and it often gets me in trouble. But it’s also one of my favorite things about myself. #literallyloyaltoafault
Anyone who knows me personally is laughing right now. I’m not afraid of confrontation. I live for it. But not in that abusive, ridiculous way (like Trump *cough* ahem), in that “I have a problem with the way you handled this, let’s talk.” It doesn’t scare me to correct people if I think they’re wrong, or to talk to someone if they’ve hurt me. I loooooove a good debate on just about any topic (so long as I’m knowledgeable of it – 90% of America’s problem today is that people like to argue on something they’ve never researched *cough* ahem).
I asked my brother to tell me something about me that people who don’t live with me wouldn’t know, to which he responded: “I don’t know.. you’re open with everyone about everything.. Seriously, I can’t think of anything!” So I thought I should include that. I’m really open, probably too open.
If you have a question, I’ll give you a 100% honest answer, no hesitation. Why? Because I don’t believe in secrets. Secrets give gossip power and give room for bitterness and heartache to take root. That just ain’t my style.
The one exception to this is if friends or family tell me something in confidence. I never “dish” on things spoken to me in privacy.
Oh, I guess there’s a second exception. That is…
seventeen: BRAVE FACE
I rarely give people an accurate idea of how I’m feeling. For one, I’m almost always sick to some degree, and people get tired of hearing that. For two (that felt weird to type… “for two”.. odd), when people ask you how you’re doing, they usually don’t actually care to know. It’s done more out of politeness.
Which is totally fine! But also the exact opposite of who I am. I don’t ask people how they’re doing willy-nilly, generally because I have too much crap in my own life to deal with and I can’t handle their emotional stress as well. But if I do ask, I genuinely want to know. I’m opening the door for you to tell me what’s going on in your life.
If you ask me, however, you probably won’t get a 100% open answer. For instance, recently I was in the middle of a terrible flare up and someone nonchalantly asked “How are you doing today, Rachel?” I responded with a nonchalant, “I’m doing!”
That’s my go to. Imagine what would happen if this was my answer, “Well, honestly, it feels like my feet are chipping off into a thousand tiny pieces. My arms and hands are throbbing like I’m having a heart attack, but I know I’m not because I can hear my heart beating the normal rhythm and can feel the blood pulsing in every inch of my body. My wrists and hips have popped out of socket twenty times in the last few hours. My jaw hurts to move, I think I could pass out, and it feels like a hundred people are following me around slicing my skin with little blades whenever they can get close enough. Occasionally I’ll feel an electric shock pass through my entire body like Zeus decided to come out to play. And, well there’s more but you already look horrified. I didn’t even make it to the digestive issues today.”
See? It wouldn’t go well. That’s why, generally, I just smile and say: “I’m doing!”
There’s this little crazy part of me loves to make people feel awkward. That often consists of randomly throwing out statements that make an entire room cringe and wonder what to say or do to ease the tension. For instance.. well never mind. I can’t for instance that. Just.. just come hang out with me and you’ll see. 🙂
I don’t get embarrassed easily. I’ve done enough stupid things to just stop caring by now. I really can’t think of anything genuinely embarrassing right now.. There were times I should have been embarrassed (the time my too-big-neckline shirt tried to fall off while I was speaking in front of a crowd, the time I screamed in laughter during a serious part of a church service, the time my hip de-socketed itself and I fell flat on my face in a room full of people, etc.) but I’m not.. Hmm… Let me keep thinking on that.
This is about to get weird… I find it fascinating to watch people eat. Everyone has a unique method and it’s oddly entertaining. You know that disgusting scene in LOTR where the one guy is messily eat tomatoes while Pippin sings a sad little tune? Yeah, that’s one of my favorite scenes. I know. It’s weird. I should probably be locked up.
First the french fries, now the talk of my fascination with eating… gosh I’m getting hungry (I don’t even care that I’m technically cheating on #21).
I ADORE RAIN. It’s my favorite. Most people prefer sunshine or snow, but not me. I love rain and rain makes me feel alive. Don’t ask me why. My favorite pastime on a rainy day is sitting on the front porch with a cup of joe to watch the storm (hopefully it’s a big one), or taking a nap in our TV room (which has skylights that make the sound of rain echo really loudly). I just really, really love rain.
We’ve had 1.5 house fires in the ten years that we’ve lived in this house. Our primary form of heat is a wood stove, and apparently you have to be really careful with those.
One winter night we woke up to a house filled with smoke and rushed outside. After the fire department came and tore down a wall, we found out that we had a chimney fire because someone forgot to close up the stove before going to bed. Everything reeked of smoke and we ended up living out of a nearby hotel for a couple of weeks. As a child at the time, it sure was an adventure!
Not even a full year later, we got a call while we were at prayer meeting that a neighbor had noticed smoke. She couldn’t get ahold of us (we are good friends with her) so she came into the house to see that, once again, we hadn’t closed up the stove. I believe she said she’d called the fire department that time too, but thankfully it was a much easier fix that didn’t result in much damage at all. So I count it has a half-fire. 🙂
I’m obsessed with personality types! The Meyer’s Briggs personality test is so incredibly, scarily accurate that it blows my mind. I am an ENFP, which is so spot on. It’s most simply described as: “Enthusiastic, idealistic, and creative. Able to do almost anything that interests them. Great people skills. Need to live life in accordance with their inner values. Excited by new ideas, but bored with details. Open-minded and flexible, with a broad range of interests and abilities.” –quote is from this link
But there is sooooo much more that goes into it. All you have to do is google it and you can basically learn everything you need to know about what kind of person I am and how I think and what determines my actions. It’s awesome!
I would love to know what your personality type is so you should take this test and comment your results. 😀
I refuse to grow up all the way. I know I’m adult and so I need to adult-y things, and I do.
But I want to always laugh too hard, find joy in the little things, believe in the impossible, dream of the incredible, and trust like I’ve never been hurt.
I want to take people for their word and refuse to doubt people because experience has taught me otherwise. I want to be free of the bitterness brought on by hardship and the exhaustion brought on by the mundane. I refuse to be bound by age.
I’ll be young forever, even if my body isn’t.
That’s something chronic illness has taught me. You may not get a say in your bodies age, but you do get a say in the rest.