Thursday, October 15, 2009

Seven Wonders of Me

So, I've been challenged by Prosy on Toast to reveal seven of my personality traits to you. Please don't thank me--it's what I do. Because it's not like you've had to hear anything about my personality before, since I write only the most terse, telegraphic posts in this blog. Before I launch in, I'd like to suggest that you go check out Prosy, who is extremely funny and irreverent, which is extra-surprising since I just learned she is also 14. (At least that's how old she looks in her vlog.)

1. Bossy. I'm the oldest child, whaddaya want? It's not so much that I tell everyone what to do (more like I subtly suggest, repeatedly and with a surfeit of words) as that I have to control every situation like I am the Cruise Director of my loved ones' lives. I am actually very handy to have around when you are an unruly group of people who are all hungry, but otherwise, I'll annoy the hell out of you.

2. Garrulous . Had you noticed? My motto is, why say in five words what you can say in 20? Words are purty, orally and textually. I like to spread them thick like butter and jam.

3. Dramatic. Even as a child, my family would laugh at my tempestuous outbursts, as if I were doing them just for show. I tell a lot of stories, gesticulate wildly, and talk way too loud in public. Once I was imitating a comedian in Carl's Jr, and this goth girl with a nose ring apparently took exception to my flamboyance. She asked me if I'd like to go to the parking lot with her so she could kick the @$%&* out of me. I said no, thank you. But that's just me--I inflame even strangers with my passion. Luckily, in the past year I've found an actual stage on which to fret and strut.

4. Romantic. I get all moony about...moons. And sunsets. And waves, with dolphins leaping over them. I like to sing sad songs in the car, turning my face just so and staring into the middle distance at stoplights. I like to hear poetry read aloud, and sometimes will tear up when I do (see #5.) I have every letter I've ever received in a series of shoe boxes in the garage. Hell, I save restaurant receipts that remind me of happy times. Just writing this is making me a little misty.

5. Sappy. I cry without much provocation. So please don't be mean to me. The other night, we were catching up on Dancing With The Stars, there was this tribute to Patrick Swayze. As soon as I recognized that Cheryl Burke and Tony Dovolani were recreating--step for step--the mambo from the last scene of Dirty Dancing, I started sobbing. Stuff like that just slays me, instantly and totally.

6. Compulsive. In my last post, I mentioned that I found the perfect little dress for my reunion. In the first store I went to. And then I proceeded to pound the pavement in the mall for two hours, slogging through every sales rack in every store except those catering only to men, babies or pets. I needed a stretcher by the time I was done, but I couldn't rest until conscientious research proved me right about that first choice. So, basically I could have been done shopping in 10 minutes. But I wouldn't have been able to sleep that night.

7. Sarcastic. Have you met me?

If you read this and have a blog, consider yourself tagged.

And P.S.: There are now photos in ALL of the recent vacation report posts, if you still care.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yay! I should have used bossy. I am so bossy.

I can't wait to get my learner's permit.

Samantha said...

Prosy, that will be so exciting! :) And I'll have you know I currently have a poll going on Facebook about women of a certain age and their underwear choices. So far, your findings seem accurate.

Mrs. Chapman's 2nd Grade Class said...

I can totally relate to bossy...just ask my husband! :)

Stephanie said...

Interesting exercise, I may have to give a try...Have fun tonight!
xoxo

Marlene said...

and "grand and gorgeous of spirit"--don't forget that.
Love you.

Samantha said...

Thank you, Mar. Love you, too.

And Cheri--I'm fond of foxy. It sounds smart and sexy at the same time, like a special combo trait. ;) Thank you, you Foxy Girl, you.

LunaMoonbeam said...

Heh. I'll consider myself schooled. ;-)