25 Random Things – the dreaded Facebook meme


This thing has gone viral on Facebook and I joined in there but then I decided to do an entirely new list, with no repeats, for my blog. Here are 25 random things about me which you may or may not know.

1. I am a perfectionist when it comes to things I do myself. If I can’t do something and do it well, or properly, I’d rather not do it at all. When I look at something I’ve done or something I own all I can see is what’s wrong with it or what could be better and I’m convinced that’s what everyone else notices first, too.

2. I had a baked potato for dinner last night, cooked my favorite way. I stab a bunch of holes in the skin with a fork, brush on some melted butter, then sprinkle on kosher salt and Lawry’s. Then I wrap it in foil. I don’t actually eat the skin but the flavor penetrates to the inside.

3. I cry when I tell a scary story. Actually, I don’t know if “cry” is accurate. I don’t sob and I don’t feel like I’m crying in fear. My voice remains normal and steady. But my eyes water profusely. This also happens when I try to have a heart-to-heart conversation with my kids. I have NO idea what causes it.

4. I love living in a house with easily-opened windows. Our last two houses prior to this one had decades-old metal frame windows where the two panes were separate. In order to get air you had to raise both panes individually. The metal frames were sticky and very difficult to open, so I rarely did it (I strained my elbow and my shoulder trying to close some of those windows). The windows in this house are a snap to open and I try to take advantage whenever the weather is nice.

5. I love our upstairs living room. I used to spend all my time downstairs but I have now moved my base of operations to the second floor. Basically I am up here all day unless I’m cooking. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that our comfy sectional sofa and our LCD t.v. are up here. (Editor’s note: We no longer live in this house.)

6. I like the flavor of fresh berries but I don’t eat them because I can’t stand crunching seeds.

7. I don’t know that I’d still be married if I had a husband who refused to help around the house and take care of the kids. I have absolutely NO tolerance for men who have fun making the kids and then won’t do their fare share of the work that comes after. Genitalia is absolutely no indication of ability to care for children and I think any guy who “can’t” look after his own children should grow the hell up already.

8. I am a salt addict and have been since I was a toddler. I have been known to dump salt in my hand and consume it (though I don’t really do that nowadays). My mom HATES this.

9. I loathe driving my kids to their various activities during the school year but I do it because I think it’s good for them, and I think that they have a right to do things outside of school. I don’t feel it would be fair to deny them sports or lessons simply because I’d rather be watching telly. That’s not a good enough excuse.

10. I think it did all three of my kids worlds of good to start at preschool at a year old, and no one will ever convince me otherwise.

11. I am a hopeless Anglophile. If I believed in past lives I would have to assume I’d been English in another life. When I look at pictures of England I feel almost physically pained. It’s a longing to be there that I can only describe as homesickness.

12. My house is really only ever clean and tidy when someone is coming over (which doesn’t happen often). This has a lot to do with #1 on this list. It’s hard for me to find the time and energy to make things as neat and sparkling as I think they should be, so I just don’t try at all.

13. I have had my cat longer than I’ve had my three children.

14. My friend Robin and I were fond of taking spontaneous road trips as teenagers. Once we drove all the way to Santa Barbara (2.5 hours away), ate at McDonald’s, then drove home, just for something to do.

15. I iron my kids’ school clothes. And, no, they don’t wear uniforms. A lot of people think I’m OCD but it’s really out of necessity. I’m so bad about folding/hanging laundry in a timely manner that their clean clothes are always very wrinkly.

16. When I was younger and had more time on my hands I would go back and see movies that I really liked multiple times. There were several movies I saw six times at the theater.

17. Speaking of going to the movies, I have been going by myself since I was a teenager, along with going out to eat alone.

18. I was an adult before I realized that a majority of the population wouldn’t even consider doing either (or both) of those things alone. I thought it was perfectly normal. People think it’s weird to do those activities by oneself. I think it’s weird to sit in your house and not eat what you want or see a movie you really want to see just because you can’t find someone to go with you. It’s all a matter of perspective, I guess.

19. I have lived in Oklahoma for over a dozen years now and have yet to make a close friend; as in someone I talk to on the phone and hang out with regularly. I have stopped trying to figure out why. I think it’s a combination of reasons and it becomes a very circular argument and fails to get me anywhere. I’m still hoping to find someone, someday.

20. My two favorite cities to visit are Las Vegas and NYC. I wouldn’t want to live in Vegas (can’t stand the heat) but I’d glady go live in Manhattan in an apartment building (preferably Upper West Side) for at least a few years.

21. Over the past year or so I have developed a fondness for cooking. Now, in my case, I think it’s more a liking of the finished product rather than an enjoyment of the process, but it’s a vast improvement over the first decade plus of my marriage, when you could’ve counted on one hand the number of times per year I cooked meals (seriously).

22. I hate driving and I hate long car rides. If anything is more than six hours away I will always try to fly there instead of driving.

23. I am a nervous flyer when my kids are with me but I’m okay when I’m by myself. I think it’s a combination of being stressed out and worried about how they’ll behave plus the knowledge that, technically, they could die in this vehicle I’ve brought them on.

24. I don’t just love the Beatles, I like Sixties music, in general. If I’m not watching t.v. the satellite is tuned in to XM’s Sixties station.

25. The only way we got an approximate time of birth on my third child is from the authorities checking 911 transcripts.

Bonus! 26. This is my 400th entry on this blog (which I didn’t realize until after I’d published it).


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

2 responses »

  1. Mary, I was surprised by how many of these we have in common, particularly 1, 6, 7,8, and 10. The salt thing used to drive my mom crazy too. She got to the point where she wouldn’t even put salt on the table! Thanks for sharing.

  2. Jeez! I thought that I was the only person on the planet who experienced that connection between tearing and telling scary stories. Happens every single time I tell a scary story and only infrequently when others are telling one. My face is completely covered in tears and yet I’m not “crying” or distressed in way whatsoever. I try to explain it to people but they never really understand and often look at me as though I’m a bit nutty. It’s been embarrassing on the few occasions when it happened with people who I wasn’t intimate with. I felt like a freak because they thought that I was reliving some traumatic event or perhaps was depressed. It doesn’t happen as often now (i’m an adult) as when I was a kid, but that’s just because it takes a lot more to actually scare me and my scary stories aren’t as new to me as they were, when I first imagined/told them.
    I too have often welled up when speaking to my daughter and yet am not feeling particularly sad or distressed when I’m speaking. I think it must be a neurological thing, in which the brain area responsible for signaling tears is somehow crossed with the fear response. It must be rare, though, because I types in myriad combination for “tears”, “scary”, “horror story”, etc and so far, you’re the only site that came up. I also sometimes sneeze, when I get sexually aroused . I’ve got no explanation for this one, either. At least I know that there’s someone else out there with the tearing/scary story connection. Haven’t yet read the rest of your post. Perhaps you have the sneeezing issue, as well. I see that your site is called incorrigiblenightowl, so I’m assuming you stay awake into the wee hours, which is another trait of mine. Perhaps these traits are the byproduct of some type of heretofore unheard of neurological wiring (lol). I’d always felt that my odd quirks and eccentricities were solely my own, until a few minutes ago, when I happened upon your site/blog.. After searching for almost an hour for that tearing/scary story connection, and coming up empty handed, I was certain that I was completely alone with this “condition”…I guess not…
    I’ll bookmark your site and look it over more closely tomorrow. It’s too early in the morning for me to concentrate : ).

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