Marie over at Why She Runs tagged both of us to do the 11 Random Things + Questions. Since she thought Madonna's half-time performance was awesome, as did I, and since I've never done the chain mail thing where you send a book or a recipe or good wishes, I figured it was time or I'd run out of chain mail karma. So here are 11 random things about me; I did not answer her questions--she said it was optional--because a) you know plenty enough about my running and b) it's almost 9 p.m. and I want to go to bed. (So you'll learn 12 things about me: I consider my early bedtime sacred.)
1. I'd name impatience as my biggest fault. When I want things to happen, I want them to happen now. Not in two hours or two days or two weeks. My immediate family bears the brunt of this, and I don't want to pass this trait onto my kids, so I'm doing my best to practice my patience.
2. I am awful at shutting drawers and cupboards.
3. I consider The New Yorker to be the gold standard for writing. I love that I will read 12 pages about something random like bacteria or the harp that I had no previous interest in because the writer is so talented in reporting and telling a story. I also love the ads that run along the margins of the pages: who buys a $6,000 broach in the shape of a bee?
4. I can't stand noises that I don't create. Don't whir that R2D2 thing at breakfast, Ben; don't shake your pompoms in the car, Amelia; don't cough anymore, Grant, even though you have a cold. The only noise I adore? The snore of my blind, old dog, Jessie. It's just perfect. I want to record it so I can always listen to it.
5. My favorite dinner is a good veggie pizza (a variety of good veggies: not just green olives and canned mushrooms), a wheat beer with a lemon and a slice of carrot cake.
6. My left eye used to wander really ambitiously. I had two surgeries to correct it when I was in grade school, but they didn't work. I let it go until I got to college, when I started to feel like the really tall girl with an eye that didn't behave. So I had one more surgery--the techniques had improved considerably over the previous 15 years--and it's perfectly straight now.
7. I listen to AM radio or NPR to fall asleep. I don't care what they're talking about as long as somebody is talking. I have to concentrate on something else besides my life to relax, otherwise my brain whirs and sleep doesn't happen.
8. Ben was supposed to be a girl. Well, kind of. I had an ultrasound at 19 weeks (see #1: impatience), when their units aren't fully formed. My mom was sure it was a boy, but I didn't want to listen. So when this little man appeared, I spent the first 24 hours not knowing what to do with a boy. I have two sisters, and was mostly raised by my mom: I know feminine energy and rhythms. I do not know testosterone. Most days, I still don't know what to do with a boy except try to understand Star Wars and not curse the bits of Legos that stab my bare feet.
9. I bite my fingernails. Not as badly as I used to--I was a bloody, torn-cuticled wreck all through grade school and college--and now, as I near 40, I've mellowed and they've grown. Some. But the only manicure I had was before my wedding, and I don't anticipate ever getting--or needing--another.
10. I have fibroids. (Oh, you knew that.) I felt awful that I didn't respond to the amazing comments and personal stories from that post; I just didn't have it in me. I apologize; please know that I read them all and couldn't believe all the good vibes coming my way. But here's the update: I have opted to have uterine artery embolization, a minimally invasive procedure where they go in and cut off the blood supply to the 'roids. I hope to get it done within the next two weeks so I'm feeling healthy and ready to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the Kansas City Express. (If you're in the KC area, we'd love to see you: I promise, I'll be happy and healthy!)
11. If you read my posts regularly, you know I like tidy endings. So I'm going not going to disappoint now. I'll be honest: now that I'm not feeling so wiped and out-of-it, I'm impatient with the whole medical situation. It took me nearly two weeks to get an MRI of my pelvis. I got it on Friday, freak blizzard and snow day on Friday be damned. I put that truck in 4WD and got tossed into a tube. So at least I'm on my way; what is most frustrating is knowing that I'm going to feel like crap once again and have to heal again. I just want to get it over and get on with it. After all, I've got things to do--and places to run.