25 things about me
by Rebecca on 2009-01-28
I got tagged on Facebook by my friend Melissa. I didnʼt know you could do
that. But hello, just because I am your Facebook friend does not mean that I
want you to know 25 things about me. So, Iʼll respond to the tag here
where I have some degree of control over who reads this, instead of in Facebook
where things have a way of turning up months later.
So, 25 things about me, huh? Thatʼs better than Chelseaʼs tag
where she had to come up with like 100 things.
- My grandfather bred tall bearded irises, and he named one of the breeds
after me, Rebecca Anne.
- I realized that I was falling for William at a dance of all places, which is
so ironic because I used to roll my eyes when my youth leaders would tell us
that we had a good chance of meeting our future spouse at a dance. And we
werenʼt even each otherʼs date. Whoops.
- It really bothers me when people give their kids names that are deliberately
misspelled for the sake of cuteness, individuality, whatever. Not that I can
do anything about it, but I just think, “Poor kid. Isnʼt life
hard enough without having to spell your name to everyone you meet?”
- I think itʼs amazingly funny when William clucks like a chicken. He
had to do it one time when we played Curses with friends, and I still crack
up thinking about it.
- I was the valedictorian of my high school class and spoke at my graduation.
One of the things that I said was a key to success in life was to eat your
vegetables. I havenʼt been proven wrong yet.
- My favorite boyʼs name is Michael, but no way am I naming my kid
Michael Jackson. Too creepy.
- I was an intern in Washington, D.C. for the U.S. Department of Health and
Human Services. My friend Janae worked with me, and we never had anything to
do, so weʼd spend all day emailing each other, even though our cubes
were like 10 feet apart. And we still email all the time, even though we
havenʼt seen each other in 5 years.
- I really like being a Texan.
- I miss the seasons in Utah, even the snow at times. Iʼd love to be
able to go snowshoeing again.
- I donʼt think that my job challenges me very much.
- I like it when people comment on my blog.
- If I had a million dollars, I would probably (a) buy William a shiny black
fast European car; (b) buy a house and pay cash for it; and (c) put a pool
in the house. Maybe itʼs a good thing I donʼt have a million
dollars. Clearly I wouldnʼt be very responsible with it. What I
shouldʼve said: I would (a) buy William a used Toyota Camry; (b) put
a 20% down payment on a house; and (c) save the rest for my retirement and
- I like finding old friends on Facebook. Iʼve located most of my old
BYU roommates, except for the crazy ones that I never want to talk to again
and Sue Pickens. Does anyone know where she is these days?
- I can find a Simpsons episode that relates to almost any situation that I
find myself in. Hereʼs an example: in my previous post, I talked
about William and I playing Barbie: Queen of the Prom. Thereʼs a
Simpsons episode where they all go to a beach house and theyʼre
playing this board game. And Milhouse draws a boyfriend card, and Homer
says, “Ha ha! He looks like you, Poindexter.” Thatʼs a
subtle but brilliant allusion to Barbie: Queen of the Prom! Another
example of how well researched and written the Simpsons is.
- I hate melons. Iʼve tried them again and again, and they always make
me gag. Especially cantaloupe. And I still feel bad about the time I told my
sister to eat her melons, and they were bad, and I didnʼt know it,
but she ate them anyway, and she was sick. Poor baby.
- If I could find a way to go teach English in Europe somewhere, I would
totally do it. The only problem is that they already speak English over
there, so not much chance of that happening.
- I thought that John McCain was completely nuts for picking Sarah Palin as
his VP. Seriously, did he think that undecided women voters are that dumb
that they would vote for him just because he put a woman on the ticket? He
shouldʼve picked Oprah, if he wanted a chance with the ladies.
- The first time I drove my mom anywhere, I almost ran into the sign at the
front of our subdivision going around a corner. She still holds onto the
door when she rides with me, 15 years later.
- The New York Times is my newspaper of choice. It often makes me mad, but the
writing is better than anything else I can get, so I read it.
- I am running out of things to say. Iʼm pretty boring.
- I wear a size 9.5 shoe. I never had a roommate with feet my size, so I never
could share shoes with them even though their shoes were usually cuter than
- We always sit at the front in church so I can hear better and so that I
donʼt spend the whole time looking at what other people are wearing.
- Iʼve never gotten a speeding ticket or a parking ticket.
- One time at BYU, I saw this guy in my ward walking up a hill really slowly
and blocking the sidewalk. So, I went up behind him and said, “Sheesh,
why are you walking so slow?” in a kind of joking way. And the guy
turned around and it totally wasnʼt the guy in my ward, so I just had
to play it cool, kind of like, “Yeah, thatʼs right, Iʼm
talking to you. Outta my way, slowpoke.” So embarrassing!
- Iʼve been to London four times and still havenʼt had my fill.
Iʼve been to Paris twice and am satisfied that Iʼve seen it
all. On my (our?) next trip to Europe, Iʼd like to see Scandinavia. I
have a high school friend in Norway. Perfect excuse to go, right?
And Iʼm not going to tag anyone because most of you do a pretty good job
of updating your blogs anyway. Ooh, except maybe I tag William because he
doesnʼt blog enough these days, and he always has interesting things to