I have procrastinated doing one of these ....

...even though I believe I've been 'tagged' around eleven times in the past two months. I just didn't think I could actually come up with 25 interesting facts about myself. Then I realized that that is exactly what like, Eeyore would think. One of my non-serious goals in life is to be as little like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh as possible. Eeyore bugs the crap out of me. I should get a bracelet that says WWEND. (What Would Eeyore Not Do)...

Aaaaanyways!

1. I bought my first car when I was 17. I still have her. I named her Delilah, because I love that name, but I think it would be rude to name one of my children Delilah because the namesake is kind of a nasty biblical ho. So, I settled for giving the name to my car. Anyways, I love her so much I kind of think of her as a non-living pet. Weird.

2. I am HATE bananas. Everything about them disgusts me. To illustrate how serious I am, here is a little story. One time when I was about 8, my kid sister Nicole was following me around the house, as kid sisters often do. (It may have been Michelle, but I am pretty sure it was Nicole.) I looked over my shoulder as we were exiting the kitchen, and I noticed that she had unknowingly stepped on an oozing black banana. (oh my gosh, my palms are seriously starting to sweat while typing this.) I screamed and started sprinting for dear life to my bedroom. She noticed that something was amiss, but probably thought that a stray rabid dog had wandered into the house or something from the way I was running. So, she ran too. She started gaining on me, and I was too manic at the time to explain that SHE and the nasty banana puke on her foot were what I was running from. I tried to slam my bedroom door to keep her from following me (don't judge me); but she pushed it open, still thinking that there was something chasing her, too. I jumped on my bed to get away from her, and she jumped on it too. By that time I was screaming, and my mom came in to investigate. She lovingly burst out laughing when I tried to explain what had happened. This entire story happened over the span of about 45 seconds.

3. I have not been on a date that I was actually asked out on in about three years. (I was going to write that I hadn't been asked on a date in three years, but then I remembered that this friendly drunk guy I met at a party asked me out via text a year ago. I politely declined.) Oddly enough, it doesn't really bother me.

4. Even though I will never get one, I am fascinated by tattoos. I think they are gorgeous, and I love how they have evolved over time into their own little genre of modern art.

5. I miss being a toddler daycare teacher practically every single day. I miss my babies!

6. I have to stop myself from starting a really good book if I have things to do. I literally can't put down a really gripping read unless it is to eat, potty, or sleep.

7. I have a chicken-pox scar on my right cheek. I used to hate it when I was younger, but now I think it gives me character. I don't cover it with makeup.

8. I have never been stung by a bee.

9. I never want to be stung by a bee.

10. I have changed my major about 4 times - but I think I have it just right this time. (English major with a creative writing emphasis; minoring in graphic art and possibly history....innnnnnnn case you were wondering)

11. There is something about the Bay Area (and especially Fremont and the Pacific Ocean) that makes me nostaligic- almost to the point of tears- whenever I go back. I love the smells, the weirdos, the palm trees and the traffic. It's still home for me.

12. I think LOLcats are hilarious. Seriously.

13. My body image right now is exponentially more positive than it was when I was 15, skinny and tan. I have grown to love my whole body- lumpiness, stretchmarks, cellulite and all - because it is mine. Weird! But awesome!

14. Moving from California to Utah at the age of 15 was one of the hardest things that I have done - but it also was one of the best changes of my life. There is nothing like starting over.

15. My parents made up my first name (Tamalyn). I love it. It makes it really easy to choose email addresses and screen names. My middle name is the same as my mom's (Kay), and it rhymes with the rest of my sisters' middle names. (In case you were wondering, those middle names are: Renee, Kay, May, Linnae, and Elaine. I know, Michelle's kind of doesn't rhyme, but my mom is a busy woman.)

16. One of my favorite things about my mom is how protective she is of us. Not in the weird, helicopter-mom way where she tries to swoop in and rescue us from our own mistakes, but in a momma-grizzly-bear way when she really needs to. Case in point: She is kind of scared of big mean dogs. Which is normal. This one time, when I was about 10, she was walking one of my sisters home (I really can't remember which sister it was, because the details are a little foggy) from Glenmoore Elementary School. I believe she also had the stroller with Baby-Michelle in it. A dog was walking down the street towards them, and as it came nearer, I think it growled at her. My mom tore an election sign that was staked into a neighbors lawn that she was passing, and beat the dog with it until it ran away. She is my hero.

17. One of my favorite things about my dad is how FREAKING LEVEL HEADED he is. I have never, ever heard him yell in anger at anyone, ever. Not even my dog. Also, he is really hard to scare. Case in point: You know those mean-but-hilarious websites that have a maze that you have to follow really carefully, but then out of nowhere a picture pops up of the girl from 'The Exorcist' and the speakers blare a really scary noise, basically making you poop your pants? We tricked my dad into doing it, and his reaction to the scare-attack was.... he blinked. Once.

The End! It was supposed to be 25 things, but I have homework.