Little known (or cared about) facts about me for Michelle and the other 2 people who read my blog:

1. My skin hates me. Ever since I was little I have had weird issues with my skin. I remember having something called Pityriasis Rosea when I was a kid which is no big deal but weird. I am also allergic to several things like deodorant, benzoyl peroxide (my face turns a puffy red), band-aids (again puffy red), neosporin (sores get worse), hair spray, body oils with fragrance, some moisturizers, a big rubber ball I had when I was kid, and some other stuff I haven't identified that just gives me bumps. Shaving my legs is really hard on my skin so I avoid it whenever possible. I get poison ivy easily. I burn easily. I'm covered in moles and freckles. I've also had malignant melanoma, an atypical mole and a dermatafibroma.

2. I really want to go back to school someday. I have a degree in Elementary Education and used it one year as a math teacher. I enjoyed the algebra but hated the kids. I think I would like to go back and get a nursing degree since I used to want to be a surgeon. It will have to wait though.

3. Grey is my favorite color. I know that is an odd favorite but I could surround myself in it and be quite content.

4. I was in a 4-H Fair Queen contest in high school. Dumbest thing I ever did. Of course I didn't win. I'm glad for that part. What was I thinking?

5. I played fast-pitch softball in high school. I was terrible. I didn't know I needed glasses until the summer after graduation. That doesn't explain all of the suck. I still like to talk baseball and have strong opinions about batting average, RBI's and bunting.

6. I wanted to join the military when I was 19 but my dad didn't want me to so I didn't.

7. I am socially dysfunctional. I'm paranoid, shy and inarticulate. I rarely talk on the phone. I very rarely initiate a conversation or invite someone to do something with me. I over analyze every word during and after social interaction. (I'll analyze this post for a long time.) I offend others easily with what I say because I'm not easily offended. I just don't see what the big deal is most of the time.

Bonus: I have a weird hatred of the following: holidays, traditions, greeting cards, most gifts, nail polish, dresses, shopping, romantic comedies, jewelry, being in charge of large groups of kids, westerns, snoring, fishing, hunting, poetry, Hardee's commercials, aerobics, country music, hymns with words I don't use, trinkets (almost anything that sits around with no real purpose), dolls of any kind including bobble heads, glitter, fancy dresses on babies, inefficiency, grammar and spelling errors (I forgive type-o's), smoking, abstract art and thick southern accents (but I try to let that go).