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Another 100 Things About Me
Woohoo! It’s my 100th post!
And to celebrate, here are another 100 things about me (get your cup of coffee or whatever now, because you could be here a while):
- I’m a sucker for animals, but not so much birds UNTIL my owl Filippo came along. I would have a zoo if it were physically and economically possible and ethically sound.
- People in my southern Italian village think I’m strange because I touch (in a loving way) just about any animal that crosses my path. I’m quite certain that’s not the only reason they think I’m strange. Living away from my family is another biggie.
- I’ve learned that Americans and Italians do just about everything differently. Some things I’ve changed (I now peel all fruit), but most I’ve kept the same. Assimilation is just a 12 letter word, and yes I had to count that out on my fingers. Twice to be sure.
- I cook at least one meal from scratch a day, oftentimes two. It’s the truth, yo.
- I like cheeseburgers with ketchup, mayonnaise, onion, lettuce, and tomato, but I like hot dogs with mustard and onions. I don’t believe mustard should ever touch vegetables.
- One of my favorite meals is sauerkraut, pork, mashed potatoes, and applesauce, and each bite must contain some of each one of those or else something’s off. This is my family’s traditional New Year’s Day dish, by the way; drinking too much on New Year’s Eve is beyond discouraged. Coincidence?
- Speaking of German stuff, my mother is Pennsylvania Dutch, which does not mean Amish or Dutch, but it does mean “Pennsylvania German” more or less.
- I put the toilet paper roll so that the paper comes from underneath. I find it’s easier to snap off with one hand, and, thus, more convenient. I also find that children can’t spin the hell out of it and leave it in a ball on the floor. Please don’t bombard me with comments on why I’m wrong. La la la…I’m not listening….and by the way, do not think you’re doing me a favor by switching it when you come to my house.
- I like things organized, but I’m not really a clean freak. For instance, I hate mopping floors, so for the most part, I don’t. This, I reason, is because I don’t need to eat off my floors. I think it’s good reasoning.
- I have an uncanny ability to remember birth dates, theme songs, and commercial jingles, but people’s names often escape me. The frequency of this phenomenon has increased with age.
- I first saw the movie Jerry Maguire in a special screening at my university, and I’ve seen it another, oh, 81 (or so) times since. I believe most occurrences in life can be answered with a quote from that movie that’s not “Show me the money!” I know many of you doubt this, but if you explore this possibility, I think you’ll find it to be true.
- I used to like Tom Cruise a real lot, but, well, you know the rest.
- I have no tattoos or interesting piercings and no desire to obtain them.
- I have sung on stage in public, although not many people know I can carry a tune.
- I can play the flute (or at least I could 15 years ago) and would love to learn to play the guitar, and after that, the piano. And then every other instrument.
- I’m a United States/Italian dual citizen, which is completely possible and legal. If anyone would like information on the jure sanguinis process, please feel free to email me.
- I got Italian citizenship through my grandmother’s bloodline, but it would’ve been much quicker and easier to just get hitched. 20/20 as they say.
- I have my Italian-born great-grandmother’s and great-great-grandfather’s original American citizenship certificates framed here in my house in Italy.
- I live minutes from the beach, but I’m really, really not a beach person.
- Because of my pasty white skin, I am asked approximately a million times every summer why I don’t like the beach. I did not inherit my grandmother’s olive complexion, but at least the blood got me something.
- I didn’t touch my hair color until I was in my mid 20s, but I haven’t highlighted in about 4 years now. All my natural color is back and has regained its natural highlights, which is kinda cool. I’m also gaining some white stragglers, though, which is not so cool and means I will likely start adding some artificial color soon.
- I’ve begun using anti-wrinkle cream around my eyes, and I am not ashamed.
- I used to have a lot of sinus problems in America, but I haven’t really had any since I moved to Italy.
- On the other hand, I’m now allergic to cigarette smoke, although I wasn’t when I was in America (although I’ve always hated it).
- I’ve also developed a disturbing allergy to most lip glosses. If anyone has ideas on this, do tell.
- For as long as I can remember, I’ve had an inexplicable fascination with the Kennedy family.
- I was on the phone with a friend talking about “The Kennedy Curse” for three hours on the evening that JFK, Jr.’s plane went down. I was completely freaked out by the news the next morning, and still feel so every now and again when I think about this odd coincidence.
- I’ve always been a Democrat, one might even say a “yellow dog Democrat.” For those who don’t know, that means I’d sooner vote for a yellow dog than a Republican. Thank you Dean Wilson for teaching me this.
- I really, truly believe Al Gore won the presidential election in 2000.
- And I still really, really believe in Al Gore. I don’t care if people think he’s boring. I don’t need my president to make me laugh.
- For that, I have Conan O’Brien. One might say I have a lil’ crush on him.
- I’ve met him and seen his show in person several times, although I’ve neither lived in nor love New York City.
- However I do like Boston—for me to poop on!
- No, seriously, I love Boston; most of my friends from college are from the greater Boston area. I went to college in North Carolina. You figure it out.
- On the Beantown tip, I was also a New Kids on the Block freak. Joey Mac all the way, baby. You know, if I were still 13 years old.
- I met him once as well. In New York City. Again, I’ve never lived there.
- I’m not very good at hiding my emotions. If you’re paying attention, you know where you stand with me.
- My first job was as a waitress at a drive-in—diner, not movie theater. And no, I didn’t grow up in the 50s or have to wear roller skates, but I can make those really cool swirls in a soft serve ice cream cone with the best of ’em.
- I also worked at an amusement park, operating rides. Cleaning up vomit was the least fun part of that job; letting chunky kids use my thigh as a step stool to get into the “Italian Trapeze” (swings) is a close second. The coolest part? Using into the microphone to tell people to keep their arms and legs inside the car, stay behind the yellow line, etc. Oh the power!
- I worked in a lawyer’s office for a summer before I went to law school, hated it, and then went to law school anyway. I know, I know. I’m a slow learner.
- Speaking of which, I went to Head Start, which for most of my life I thought meant I was a slow learner. Only much later did I find out it just meant we were poor.
- I started kindergarten when I was four years old, which means I graduated when I was 17 years old.
- I already knew how to read when I showed up that first day, mostly thanks to my older brother.
- I’ve always been a great speller, going so far as the written test before qualifying for the National Spelling Bee when I was 10 years old.
- I was frequently bored throughout elementary school and probably did twice the amount of work of most students just to keep busy. Does anyone else remember SRA? Those stories and reading comprehension quizzes? I remember a report card saying I was a real “eager beaver” with those, and I’m convinced that’s why I hated those questions so much on future standardized tests.
- During college, I worked in The University Store and got a 20% discount. My family and I wore way more collegiate paraphernalia than was truly necessary.
- Also during college, I was a member of a national service fraternity—yes, you read that right. It was a brotherhood even though there were plenty of gals involved. There were very few social events as the entire group revolved around volunteering.
- I did over 100 hours worth of service and worked with domestic violence survivors, children with cancer, the elderly, AIDS patients, underprivileged children, and many others. My favorite activities were playing with the children at the hospital and serving as a Girl Scout leader.
- During law school, I was a professor’s research assistant and also wrote legal articles for the oldest law journal in the United States, Philadelphia’s Legal Intelligencer.
- In high school, I was a statistician for both the boys’ basketball and baseball teams. It was really fun except for when one of the parents got on my ass about not crediting his son the number of assists he was sure he had dished. High school records and possible retiring of jerseys were at stake!
- If you think that’s extreme, you should see how people react to high school football where I live. Think “Friday Night Lights” (at least the book; I haven’t seen the TV show or the movie) and you’re on the right track. My high school has the most wins in the state of Pennsylvania, by the way. Go Big Red!
- Despite coming for a football-loving place, I also really love, love, love going to baseball games. I dropped a lot of disposable income on Phillies games when I lived in Philly.
- I often read magazines and newspapers from back to front. Yet another trait I get from my mother.
- I studied Latin for four years in high school, which seemed pointless at the time but actually helped a lot with the verbal section of the SAT and also with learning Italian.
- I studied German for a year in college but stopped because I realized I wasn’t going to be able to fulfill any more requirements with German classes. I did well, but now I forget just about everything.
- I didn’t take Italian because the time conflicted with one of the courses in my English major.
- If I had known then what I know now, I would’ve stuck with German *and* switched my history major to Italian and tried to study as many languages as possible. I still would’ve kept the English major though.
- I’ve still never taken a proper Italian class, but I’m currently studying Italian grammar on my own. I feel like although I can communicate, I can’t express myself in exactly the way I want all the time. Particularly for a writer, this is extremely frustrating.
- I can draw and paint OK, but I would love to learn more about both crafts.
- I *love* home remodeling shows and magazines.
- I was raised Catholic, but grew apart from the religion for essentially two reasons: (1) the Church’s treatment of women and (2) its disturbing emphasis on money.
- I have a soft spot in my heart for the saints, though, as I still believe in miracles and respect those that are called by a higher power to sacrifice their lives for others.
- I believe everyone should have complete control over their own body, and I don’t believe this should be a controversial statement.
- I believe in neither capital nor corporal punishment.
- I used to think that a man lived in the cubby hole (attached to my bedroom), but not like the Bogeyman—more like a homeless man who came and went when no one was paying attention. I was in my teens.
- Then one day my goddaughter (three years old at the time) opened the cubby door toward her and it flew back shut for no apparent reason. She froze with her mouth gaping open before I scooped her up and took her downstairs. After that, I never had the feeling that someone was in there anymore.
- I’ve never seen any Star Wars movies or Star Trek episodes or movies, and I probably never will.
- But I love astronomy and anything that has to do with space.
- I also love anatomy but don’t like blood. Once something’s pickled, apparently, I have no problems exploring.
- My mom is a nurse, and I vividly remember someone asking me if I wanted to be a nurse like my mom when I was about four years old, to which I replied, “NOOOO!”
- I stopped growing in 7th grade, which means I hit my maximum height (5’2”/157.5 cm although my Itailan ID says 160) at 11 years old.
- My grandfather (from where I get my last name) was Lithuanian. And no, that’s not the same as Polish, but there’s a lot of overlap, particularly in the amazing food.
- I’ve always wanted to learn sign language, but now I’ve realized that Italian Sign Language and American Sign Language aren’t the same, so I’m torn. I’d like to be able to teach this to my baby (if I ever have one) because I’ve read that it’s a good way for babies to communicate and feel understood. But I have to pick a language first.
- I really like scented candles, but I have to extinguish them outside because the smell of extinguished candles makes P sick to his stomach. Then I end up forgetting them outside in the rain, and they get filled with water; it can take weeks for them to be usable again.
- Even in extreme heat, I can’t sleep without some sort of cover—at least a sheet draped over my middle section or I’ll be tossin’ and turnin’ all night.
- Luna is the goodest girl, and many Italians here think I am nuts to keep a dog inside the house.
- I had the chicken pox when I was six months old, and then I got a staph infection from my mom (nurses bring home nasty stuff/staph (hah!) sometimes) on top of it. Apparently I screamed a lot, but I don’t have any memories or physical scars, so I’m glad it all went down when it did.
- I didn’t have any scars until I was in a car accident as a passenger when I was 12 years old. My mom was driving and the car skidded on ice, head-on into another car. Both cars were totaled, and my mom was pretty badly injured, mostly because she was reaching across to car to hold me back. But I had my seatbelt on and was sleeping—didn’t wake up until everything was over, which they say was a good thing because then I didn’t try to resist the natural flow of movement. I only had a small cut on my knee where it went into the glove compartment.
- But I was closer to death when P and I first got together—our third date or so. Always eager to make a lasting impression, I got some meat lodged in my throat (and I mean *no* air was getting in) and he literally had to do the Heimlich to dislodge it. You know that saying about your life passing before your eyes? Totally true.
- I wish I had all of the books I had to read in college here with me now so I could actually appreciate them without highlighting anything.
- I really don’t like to shave my legs, but oh how I love the feeling of them in pants when they’re freshly dehaired.
- I’ve had glasses for near-sightedness since I was 8 or 9 years old; I am now extremely, extremely near-sighted. My brother is near-sighted as well, but neither of our parents are.
- If I’m outdoors and it’s not raining, I’m probably wearing sunglasses. Even when it’s overcast, it can still be darn bright you know.
- I was very late in getting a cell phone (it was 2002, I believe), and I’m not interested in any kind of special features at the moment. I like being accessible when I want, not being expected to respond to emails immediately, and having a digital camera for photos.
- I don’t have an iPod, but I would like to have music more accessible.
- I hate getting up early, but I love the feeling of being up early.
- On that note, I don’t like people who act superior because they are awake at the crack of dawn. It just means you probably go to bed before most children, so step off your pedestal please.
- I can be shy around strangers, but can be hard to shut up around people I know well.
- I like to make up stupid songs about just about anything happening at the moment, often incorporating Luna.
- I have kept a journal for as long as I can remember.
- I’ve never wanted blonde hair or blue eyes, which is probably evident in the fact that I’ve never dyed my hair blonde or gotten colored contacts. I wouldn’t mind black hair though.
- I have a really, really strong sweet tooth. I like the things that most people find sickening like marshmallow peeps (made not too far from my hometown) and circus peanuts.
- On the other hand, I don’t care for salt (I scrape it off pretzels).
- I alphabetize just about everything.
- I’ve never tried sushi, and I’m going to be honest with you, I don’t see it happening in the near future since it’s not super common in southern Italy.
- I’ve never had a pedicure or manicure.
- I dislike insects and insect-like things, but they only freak me out if they move quickly. Then all bets are off, and I’m standing on a chair.
- I’ve never bitten my nails or cracked my knuckles, but I did go through a pen chewing phase. Now I find all of these things disgusting.
- The first perfume I remember wearing is Love’s Baby Soft, if you can consider that a perfume.
- I could probably do another 20 of these lists and still not run out of things to say. Does that make me self-centered?
2000 bloggers–unite!
I first heard about the 2000 bloggers project about a week ago and have watched the whole drama unfold with great interest–not with quite the same level of interest I have in what the hell will happen with Anna Nicole Smith’s estate, but then again, I’m still a law dog at heart, so you can’t blame me for that.
The 2000 blogger project started when a creative chap named Tino Buntic thought it would be cool to throw together bloggers from all walks of life into a photo/blog montage; he set the limit at 2000 and had only two requirements: (1) The blog must’ve existed prior to Januray 1, 2007; and (2) There must be a photo of the blogger somewhere on the blog.
Everything went along smoothly until Technorati got involved once it noticed that linked bloggers’ rankings were being skewed by their participate in the project. So Technorati got a little angry, and fixed the system so that these links wouldn’t count in the tallies.
Yes, I realize that many people live and die (although hopefully not die) with their rankings, but for me personally, I thought the 2000 blogger project would be a unique way to become part of a blogging network that wasn’t just focused on one thing–expats, women, knitting, etc. All of those are great, too, but I kind of liked the randomness of it all.
And the photo collage is just too cool for school.
Tino is still on the project as a site editor, but the whole thing has been picked up by an extremely dedicated (and perhaps slightly crazy in a good way) Elaine Vigneault. There’s now a website with introductions of the members and a nice little community of bloggers in the works. No one knows at this point what 2000 bloggers could become, but at the very least, it’s a place where you can go and find something new to read for a long, long time coming.
Point? I joined. As I write this, I was the last one added so my mug is rather obvious on the montage, but that will change; there are still spaces left if anyone else would like to be part of the 2000.
Won’t you be my neighbor?
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[tags]2000 bloggers[/tags]
feeding, dreaming, and teaching (not at the same time)
Well, I finally have put in the RSS feed link in my right column (thanks Paola!). I had done the FeedBurner thing a while ago, and when I saw the little icon pop up in the address bar, I figured that was enough. But maybe only people with Firefox could see that? Not really sure, but now it should be much easier for anyone who would like to keep current with all the exciting things that happen around here.
Hey, sooner or later, something exciting is bound to happen.
No pressure, um, but, subscribe, would you? It’ll give me a warm fuzzy and all. And a warm and fuzzy blogger is a good blogger.
Or, ain’t nobody happy if the blogger ain’t happy. So do oblige. Please?
In other news, to balance my crazy bomber dream, I recently dreamed that two white doves flew into my house (male and female). I picked one up and stroked its head, but then when I put it down, it couldn’t stand. I thought I had injured it, but no, she was giving birth, thus the trouble remaining upright. Understandable, especially because she was birthing an entire bird.
Yes, I’m well aware that birds lay eggs, but in my subconscious, birds give birth to little birds, fully formed. Maybe this is because I’m so freaking tired of seeing all these eggs around my house. Not that I don’t love them, too. Yes, I’m also well aware that I’m all over the place.
Anyway, the male was nearby helping her along, and, in case you’re wondering, all of this is supposed to signify a happy family life for P and me. I’ll spare you the corresponding lottery numbers, but if you really want to know, send me an email.
Honestly, the best part of the dream was that I was neither a killer nor the target of a killer. A good night by anyone’s standards, I would think.
On the teaching front, all continues to go well. I’ve even gained a student by word of mouth spreading, so I must’ve made a good impression during my first week. Of course, I’ve also been scolded for giving too much homework, i.e., exactly what the book provided by the school tells me to assign.
Apparently some of the kids are having difficulty working in time to do a page of exercises after each lesson. This despite the fact that I’ve told them just to give it to me when they’re done and most certainly don’t browbeat them if they haven’t finished by the next class. I don’t grade them or anything, so if they don’t feel like doing it, hey, it’s their parents’ money, right?
I know. I’m a big meanie. I’ll try to cut back.
But on the lighter side, yesterday, in the more advanced class, we did an exercise in which we were stressing the use of relative clauses to describe something when you don’t know the actual word. For example, if you don’t know the word “waiter,” you would say something like “It’s somebody who works in a restaurant and brings your food to the table.”
From my Italian experiences, I know that your phrasing can get rather creative (buying superglue the first time was awesome!), so I figured this would be good for some laughs.
Ooh boy; I had no idea.
When we got to the last word, one of my students really took it to another level. I’m paraphrasing, but the exchange went something like this:
Student A: OK, this can be a verb or a noun. I *think* that everyone here has done this with another person that you like very much….
*raised eyebrows*
Student A: You know, when you are happy, and you want to express how you feel, that you enjoy being with that person, or maybe they’ve done something nice to (she meant “for”) you….
*snicker snicker, eyebrows raising off foreheads*
Student A: I mean, you can also do this with people you don’t know at all, but….
*raucous laughter*
Student A: No! It’s something nice…and…oh! We do this when we meet someone, on each cheek!
(Finally) Student B: KISS!!
Me: See you next week! (replacing eyebrows to usual position)
Mwaaaaaaaaaaah!
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[tags]dreams, doves, birds, ESL teaching, teaching[/tags]
making rainbows and answering age-old questions
How’s that for a lofty post goal?
Let’s start with rainbows.
It is often said that if you’re coming to Italy and want to blend in, you can’t go wrong if you bring a lot of black clothes. Are Italians afraid of color?
In clothes, perhaps, but I present to you this morning’s vehicle rainbow in the piazza:
There is actually a woman who has a purple car, but she must have gone out this morning.
The nerve!
Now if the rest of you will pardon me for a moment, I have some things to say to two people who found my blog while searching for answers that weren’t previously to be found here:
(1) To GoogleIsOurFriend#1: The Parthenon is Athens was built between 448-432 B.C. The Pantheon in Rome, if that’s per chance what you meant, was built from 118-126 A.D. Rome’s Coliseum was built between 70-82 A.D. That would make the Parthenon the oldest, followed by the Coliseum, and then the Pantheon.
Bravo for your interest in ancient history (or the fact that some teacher somewhere made you find this)!
(2) To GoogleIsOurFriend#2: I can’t imagine that there would be particular negative side effects (please note that the proper spelling is with an “e”) to smoking basil leaves other than the usual, general smoking ones, but I’m certainly no doctor so don’t take this as medical advice.
To be clear, I’m against smoking of all kinds, but I noticed you’re in California where you can buy medicinal marijuana. Maybe that’s an easier and more well-tested route? And call me an Italian herb purist, but I’m thinking the basil might just be of better use in a caprese salad or a nice pesto. But I don’t judge.
Bravo for your ingenuity!
Let it never be said that I don’t support my inadvertent readers and their quests for knowledge.
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[tags]cars, european cars, rainbows, parthenon, pantheon, coliseum, smoking basil, basil[/tags]
Why You Should Blog
Blogging is a funny thing. Just since I’ve started a month and a half ago, I’ve made virtual acquaintances in different parts of the world, finding things in common with people with whom I probably wouldn’t have crossed paths otherwise.
On the other hand, I don’t know very many fellow bloggers personally (only one comes to mind!), but since I’ve started, many of my nonblogging friends have expressed interest in joining the blogosphere. I’m sure others have thought about it but haven’t gone so far as to admit it.
So this post is for those of you thinking of supporting a new addiction scribbling down tidbits about yourselves, experiences, and emotions on this wonderful invention called the World Wide Web.
For me writing is a release, a way to sort through thoughts and feelings, a relaxation tool, a socially acceptable form of anger management, and just plain fun. Now, with the help of the Internet, I can share as much or as little of this process with the world as I wish–and leave a record behind to boot.
I am inspired today, in particular, because I have been exchanging emails with a dear friend (who even started out virtual if I’m not mistaken) *and* because I came across a rather apropos article called “Write for Your Life” by one of my favorite writers, Anna Quindlen, today, in which she writes the following:
The age of technology has both revived the use of writing and provided ever more reasons for its spiritual solace. E-mails are letters, after all, more lasting than phone calls, even if many of them r 2 cursory 4 u. And the physical isolation they and other arms-length cyber-advances create makes talking to yourself more important than ever. That’s also what writing is: not just a legacy, but therapy.
I will also add–and it’s free!
So I hope more of you will share yourself with us in this unique way, although if you’re still a little shy, a simple journal would make me happy too.
Come on in, folks–the water’s fine!