100 Things About Me, Part the First
What the heck, I’ll do it too. Never let it be said that I’m not a “joiner”. 
- When my parents named me Erica, they thought they were making it up b/c they’d never heard the name.
- I only have a middle name b/c my parents thought I couldn’t be christened in the Catholic church w/o a saint’s name somewhere in my name.
- Though I studied French for 7 ½ years and won the French Department award in high school, I’ve never been to
France. - I was a freshman in college before I knew what “doobie” meant (as in The Doobie Brothers). Duh.
- Weddings have played a big role in my adult life. I’ve been a bridesmaid in eight weddings, have had a part in coordinating/planning 14 others, and have helped with pre-marriage counseling for five or six different couples.
- In college, I wrote my senior thesis on one chapter of Ulysses by James Joyce w/o ever having finished reading the book (and it was the second class I’d taken where I was supposed to read it). I got an A in the class.
- In 5th grade, I wanted to be Pinky Tuscadero.
- In 6th grade, I wanted to be Patty Hearst (the terrorist version).
- In 12th grade, I wanted to be a missionary Bible translator.
- Several years ago, I counted how many roommates I’d had in my lifetime (including Hubby and the couple who lived with us for two weeks b/c their apartment burned while they were on vacation). The total was over 30.
- I’m afraid of the dark.
- I’m afraid of heights. VERY afraid.
- I slashed my wrist twice in high school.
- I always seem to get hurt/sick when I’m pregnant: 1) When I was 6 months pregnant with Thing One, I sprained my ankle, just walking across the room at work; 2) When I was 7 ½ months pregnant with Thing Two, I broke my foot, just taking one step out my front door. Five days later, I ended up on strict bed rest for three weeks b/c I fell off my crutches; 3) When I was just shy of 30 weeks pregnant with Paul, I was hospitalized with severe pre-eclampsia.
- I can’t read maps.
- I still have my first teddy bear.
- I wore my mom’s wedding veil when I got married. (Technically, the headpiece with new tulle attached.)
- I am the third generation woman in my family unable to bear a healthy son (my Nana, Nana, moi).
- In college, I was convinced I wouldn’t live my whole life in the United States.
- Hubby and I didn’t kiss each other till our wedding (which is not to say that we hadn’t kissed others in our sordid pasts, but that’s another story).
- I was a virgin when I got married. I was 5 days shy of 31 years old.
- When I was a freshman in college, I said I couldn’t see the point of ATM’s and couldn’t imagine ever using one.
- I had pneumonia 27 times before I turned 7, and then my parents lost count.
- I’m allergic to mold.
- Before I dated Hubby, I dated a guy who was 6’ 2 ½” tall and (on a good day) weighed 135 lbs.
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17:22:45



I still have my first teddy bear, too, and I can’t read maps either. You’re a very brave, open woman to discuss suicide attempts - so many people are judgemental about things like that, probably because they fear those impulses in themselves, yes?
And oh yes, dishcloths are addictive!
peace - melanie