10 Things You Didn’t Know About Me

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I love About Me sections on blogs. Hell, I even read the About pages of company websites. I’m just nosy like that.

While some About Me pages are just the boring old, “I like to blog,” I have found some that are quite fascinating – and the witty prose I find there drives me to read that blog on a regular basis.

I change my own About Me page quite often…probably too often. What can I say, I have a lot of important shit I want you to know about me! So when the urge struck me today to revise my About Me page again, I decided to do something a little different, and create this post instead!


10 Things You Didn’t Know About Me

    • My grandfather almost killed me once. Accidentally – we were riding a backhoe and he flipped it over on us. I wish I was kidding, but we really are that redneck.
    •  I dropped out of high school on the first day of my senior year. Pretty bad ass right? No. It was stupid. I went back and graduated the following year (after realize what an idiot move that was).
    • Speaking of graduation – I was 6 months pregnant when I graduated high school. I’m classy like that.
    • I was going to say that I bought the home my dad grew up in, in 2009, but I just realized that my mom and dad lived here when I was born – I totally bought the house I was born in.
    • I talk to my dogs and cats. A lot. I also call my cats assholes. A lot. They deserve it. My fellow cat owners will  understand.
    • I am obsessed with motorcycles and will ride as a passenger…but I can’t work up the courage to ride one myself.
    • I cry when I see dead dogs and cats on the street.
    • The first time I saw Van Wilder – that scene where Van Wilder acquires the creme for those pastries? I threw up.
    • When I was in Kindergarten, I used to day dream about growing up and marrying David Hasslehoff so I could ride in Kitt.
    • I joined twitter in 2008 because I heard Mark Hoppus of Blink-182 was on it – they are my favorite (living) band. I used to tweet to him, not realizing that the entire world could see my “you are the god of bass players” tweets.


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  1. Jen says

    When I was in kindergarten, I used to pretend I was in highschool and my homework was the dr. Seuss books from the reading corner…

  2. says

    My son’s cat just ruined my bridesmaid dress by climbing it. I’ve used much harser words than asshole. lol. But I agree totally. And a pregnant teen? You slut! (I was pregnant at 19 so don’t take offense, lol).

  3. says

    I dropped out of high school too, but I think it was two weeks into my senior year. Best decision I ever made.

    I cry about dead animals at the side of the road too. Whenever I see one, I repeat to myself, “He’s just sleeping! He’s just sleeping!” Because apparently I’m 4 years old & my subconscious mind actually believes that & feels better.

  4. says

    I love about me pages. I get annoyed when people don’t have one. I’m nosy and I want to know about the person behind the blog.

    I can’t handle dead dogs and cats. So sad. I think of my own cats and I freak out.

  5. says

    You make me laugh!!! But I do want to slap you for dropping out on your last year. However, you did go back so I’m gonna have to take the slap right back. And I just asked my daughter if she ever calls her 3 cats assholes. She said “hourly.” :)

  6. says

    I love about me pages too. I remember wondering where you went senior year-and when I finally figured it out I was sad. In the end though, things worked out -and that’s all that matters.

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