1. I am an introvert. Introvert defined as "a shy, reticent and typically self-centered person". I was so painfully shy as a child that I would become literally immobilized by my fear. I prefer an evening at home to most things.
2. I am an extrovert. Extrovert defined as "an outgoing, overtly expressing person". Confused? Me too. I am passionate about many things and as I got older, found that I needed to get beyond my fear and express those stirrings of my heart and mind. I also needed to learn how to order a pizza without an anxiety attack. I would like to say that I simply matured but I'm not sure that's accurate. I talk and write excessively. It is a fault. I express a lot or not at all.
3. My average bedtime is 2-3am. This is largely because I lack discipline but also because I love the silence of the sleeping house and the opportunity to spend one-on-one with my hubby (who also has lacks discipline in this area).
4. I played rugby for a semester in college and found it to be alternately exhilarating and terrifying. I alternated between wing and back. It was my job to run as fast as I could with the ball to avoid getting smashed score goals. I also did a lot of kicking to avoid getting smashed clear the ball from pressure situations. I quit when I realized that the team culture was saturated with immorality and depravity and hardly avoidable.
5. I am a former liberal feminist who admired and frequently quoted radicals such as Gloria Steinem and Mary Daly . My freedom came when I realized that the authentically Catholic vision of femininity was pretty much the most beautiful thing that I could imagine for myself. I was swept off my feet by Pope John Paul's Mulieris Dignitatem (On the Dignity and Vocation of Women) and The Privilage of Being a Woman by Dr. Alice von Hildebrand. I was also swept off my feet by my husband who bought me black cherry ice cream (who could resist?) and taught me how to properly use my brain (a work in progress, of course).
6. I learned to sew in my early 20's and purchased at least 10 yards of fabric before I owned a sewing machine.
8. ...am I only on number 8? I'm clearly not a very interesting person.
9. My sport of choice is volleyball. In my senior year of high school, I think I spent more time playing volleyball than all other things combined (only a slight exaggeration). Sand doubles and 3's are my favorite (when in good physical condition, of course).
10. I once spent 3 weeks worth of high school English classes hiding in the bathroom. Approximately 10 hours of sitting in a bathroom stall before I was missed. That's how much I hated school. I learned through this experience that the particular teacher did not take attendance. Neither, I think, did she even know I was in her class. My grade that quarter was a B-.
11. I do not generally drink alcohol. I become a blithering idiot after about 6 ounces of pretty much any alcoholic beverage and think it tastes rotten anyway. I don't mind if you drink it; as long as it does not cause you to become an idiot, dismiss your (properly formed) conscience, cause you to make a pass at me, make you vomit on my shoes, pass out on my floor or otherwise lose control of your will, your ability to respect others and yourself, and your ability to fulfill the duties of your vocation.
12. My favorite thing to bake is cheesecake. My favorite thing to eat is cheesecake. With a side of salad.
13. When I was 15 years old, I suffered a complete tear of the ACL (anterior cruciate ligament) in my knee while clearing a hurdle at track practice. I passed my driver's license test the day before surgery.
14. I met my husband at a neighbor's house when I was 17-years old. It was late at night and the neighbor threw stones at my window to wake me. I declined (from my window) since I had an early track meet in the morning. We have PIZZA, says he. Pizza? I'm there. They were finishing a Bible study. I snuck out of the house to meet them and stayed until the wee hours. I did poorly at my track meet but was blissfully happy anyway having just met my knight in shining armor.
15. I would live 80% of my life in hoodie sweatshirts if I could. Wait a minute...maybe I already do!
16. The remaining 20% of my life I would dress in flowing skirts and flowers. I made a Regency dress a few years ago and wore it to Easter Vigil Mass. I looked odd but felt lovely.
17. If I had $100 to spend frivolously today, I would buy a new pair of running shoes.
18. I do not have a tattoo and never wanted one because I could always draw really cool things on my skin without being burdened with them permanently. I no longer draw cool things on my skin unless it entertains a toddler.
19. I never wanted to be a mom until I met my husband.
20. I've been proposed to twice. The first time I was 13 years old; a 26-year old man from Indonesia proposed hoping to find easy U.S. citizenship. And a young bride! I said 'no'. The second time I was 18 years old and said 'Yes!' to the love of my life.
21. If I could go back to school, I would study art so that I could learn to express more fully the love and joy that I have in being a daughter of the Most High King. The first thing I would paint is His Blessed Mother.
22. Are we there yet? I can't think of 25 things about myself.
23. I am competitive. Perhaps to a fault. My husband shares that quality and we make an effort to be on the same team in any contest in order to preserve our wedded bliss. Our competitors are not always happy with or understanding about this arrangement but I assure them that it is best for marital peace. We recently forgot this necessity while playing Monopoly. I will not forget again soon.
24. I prefer stale licorice to most types of candy. Stale within reason, of course.
25. Ah! Finally at 25. A truly random and unimpressive 25. I'm going to resist the urge to edit. This exercise is not intended to be complete or detailed. Did I mention I struggle with perfectionism? Enjoy the first draft edition of random me. *struggling intensely with the urge to edit so that you will find me a bit more impressive* This is either a really good exercise in humility or a really bad temptation toward pride.