The only piece of jewelry I wear every day is a silver ring that my pseudo-mom bought for me in Santa Cruz. Kathie has a matching one, and it’s three hearts in a row, with an opal in the center heart. This was really the beginning of my obsession with opal jewelry.
I lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma for five months when I was 18. I was definitely delusional about what it really means to be on your own, and I learned fast. I came home for multiple reasons, and as much as the entire experience sucked, I learned a hard lesson about what it means to actually be an adult.
My toes are always cold. I wear socks all year, even in the summer, and usually 2 pairs in the winter months. It’s been worse since my surgery – they’re even colder than before, and so is everything else! I also somehow end up with socks everywhere. They’re all around the washer and dryer, and I don’t know how they get there. Washer monsters, man.
I’ve had the same e-mail address for about 15 years, and I still use it. And just for reference – I never delete my e-mails, they stay in my storage and always have, and I am currently only using 13% of my Gmail storage. Impressive, right? At this point, it’s just entirely too much work to go in and figure out ALL the places I used that e-mail address to register and change them all. How do people even do that anymore? Am I alone here?
I love notebooks. I collect them. If I see a really cute one, I want to buy it, even if I have virtually no idea what to use it for. It’s a disease, folks. I’ve had it since childhood. And it’s spreading to craft supplies…
My car (that I share with my BFF/roommate) is a blue Prius and it’s been affectionately named Cap(tain America). And we have a Cap air freshener, and steering wheel cover, and license plate cover, and 3 different bumper stickers…and we don’t care what you think, okay.
I am clumsy. I mean, okay, so nearly everyone knows this already. But for those that have clearly never actually met me, if there is something to run into, or spill, or knock over, I will do it. Promise. I’ve been basically banned from aisles with breakables. Miraculously, I’ve only broken one bone, but I’ve had stitches multiple times and So. Many. Bruises.
I hate most frostings. I’ve never been one to indulge in overly sweet, rich foods – I’m much more of a salt girl. However, if I eat cake, I’d really prefer it to be without frosting. Imagine for a moment the looks I’d get at a birthday party when I’d scrape all the frosting off. Now, though, I’ll just skip the cake entirely!
Growing up on the East Coast and having no idea of what the California Missions even were, I was fascinated by these little historical stops up and down the entire state from the beginning. They’re satisfying to the history geek in me, and it’s the perfect opportunity to get out and walk for awhile when we have been riding in the car for hours.