For all of you who were kind enough to give me some comment love over on the Biz Chicks Rule site, thank you! If you haven’t yet, I’ll love you for life if you did. Or I’ll promise to stop bothering you at home – whatever works for you.
Prompted by one of those odd little questionnaires that seem to litter cyberspace, I’ve decided to reveal a tad about myself you may not know. This was also prompted by a fellow writer’s revelation of one of her client’s pie-baking prowess (long, odd story we won’t go into here).
Odd facts about Lori:
– My first “sale” was 50 bucks I won in the Pittsburgh Press Bad Writing Contest. I was the best of the worst for 1988. How ironic that it started my career (not too ironic if you know me)…
– I currently own 30 pairs of shoes, six of which were purchased in the last three weeks. I had 31 pairs, but I gave one pair to Dress for Success. Evened out the number nicely, and feels a lot less Imelda Marcos-like.
– I am fluent in redneck.
– I’m a huge fan of Ghost Hunters. I’ve heard ghostly stuff, but have never seen an actual ghost. I’d probably die of fright if I did. I do believe, but when I’m by myself in the house at night, I convince myself I don’t believe.
– I spend nearly every lunch hour watching What Not to Wear.
– I wish I were an auto mechanic. I love diagnosing car problems and tinkering on cars. I value my own car enough to stop at changing oil and lightbulbs, but my wish is to get greasy and really tear a car apart and put it back together.
– I’m afraid of thunderstorms. As a teen, I saw our cow Andrew Malcolm struck by lightning. The fear came before poor Andrew was toasted, though. (I don’t know what’s more disturbing – seeing the cow killed or having a cow named Andrew Malcolm…)
– I read everything from Faulkner to theories on quantum physics.
– I volunteer to tutor a Vietnamese woman every Wednesday. We have learned how to order food at McDonald’s, what idioms are, how to say “chill out”, how to order a margarita (our field trip), and how to read English. And we laugh. A lot.
– I have the attention span of a goldfish. Huh? Who are you? Why are you here?
What are some odd facts about you?
Odd facta about me: Ghosts don’t bother me at all. As a friend in New Orleans put it, “It’s a little discriminatory to stop dealing with someone just because they’re dead!” So we’ll go ghosting one day. I’ve been dealing with the dead all my life, and they don’t bother me. GHOST HUNTERS just annoys me — what a bunch of fraidy cats! Of course those ghosts are going to kick their asses!
I read tarot cards.
I hate the telephone.
I collect juvenile mystery series from the early 20th century — Ruth Fielding, Judy Bolton, Penny Parker, Vicki Barr, etc., etc., etc.
Definitely up for a ghost tour, Devon. But you’ll have to hold my hand. I AM a fraidy cat!
ghosts aren’t scary. sometimes they are rather helpful.
I also spend every lunch hour watching What Not to Wear. I wish Clinton and Stacy would come clean out my closet and take me shopping. I would skip out on a deadline for that.
Aw, Devon, you stole mine.
I also read tarot cards.
I sword fight (double short sword, if you really want to know).
I own more square feet of books than square feet of furniture. We’re talking all the furniture.
I am a Corn Nut addict. The ranch ones.
My handwriting is obscenely tiny, and if you cross your eyes you can see 3-D images in it.
I don’t like gold.
I got you beat with the attention span. I tell people I have the attention span of a gnat.
Ok, – let’s see.
I don’t like the smell of roses.
Whenever my husband is really late and I can’t get hold of him, I spend his insurance money in my head (I know, that one is weird!)
I won a wine cellar that hold 99 bottles, but I can’t get over 10 (at the most!) because what I buy… I drink.
I failed high school physics.
Marijke is my middle name
I don’t like the smell of roses, either! Rose-scented anything makes my head hurt.
And I failed high school chemistry. Close! :))
Oh my Lori – I know and love you even more now!
hmmm weird things about me:
My heartbeat can be heard on almost any AM radio station…
I have scars on my chest and abdomen that make a complete “Z”
When I was a girl, I had pet worms named hubba and bubba (big daddy fat ones they were) and could be found scouring for night crawlers for my grandpa cause he paid well.
I have an unhealthy addiction to medical dramas… I’m glad we don’t have cable… think of what I could watch then!
I like to sew, cross stitch, knit and crochet but have baskets full of unfinished projects.
I will own any book but a romance novel. Against my religion of “stuff that never happens to me… Ever”
I failed my driver’s test… three times. (People watching me freak me out).
I take that back, I passed on the third try!
Whoa! You can broadcast your heartbeat! Girl, that’s amazing!
yea there’s a trick to it… namely I have to be close by! The radio waves interact with the pacemaker (that’s weird all on its own) and I’ve been known to pick up my heartbeat and even I’ve even stopped my grandpa’s Timex watch once. It’s a gift. ;-D
Girl, I don’t want to see any of these items listed on your resume! 😉
kk