I was tagged-6 things You probably didn't want to know

So I need to write six things about myself that don't involve food. Hmmmmmm

I'm very nervous about answering the phone. I usually let the machine pick it up-we don't have Caller ID. The mystery of who it is is not strong enough to overcome the fear that it's someone I don't want to talk to, and I have to tell them something they don't want to hear. When we were kids there were no beepers or even answering machines. When the phone rang, you had to answer it. My dad was a medical technologist and was often called back to the hospital to perform tests on emergency patients. We were always instructed-ordered!- to say he was out at the store and we'd tell him as soon as he got home. That dread of a ringing phone has stayed with me. Reactionary Heather feels: Ringing phone means, I've gotta lie, believably.

I wanted to be a writer when I was a little kid. I tried short stories, poetry, jokes and fantastical autobiographies (I grew up to marry John McEnroe and we both won the Wimbledon Singles titles, crushing Bjorn Borg and his wife Marianna.) None of my compositions ever really worked. I thought it was because I have zero talent. Now I realize I just had NO life experience. Nothing to draw from.  I spent my teens locked in my bedroom listening to the radio and reading about other people's adventures. But that dream of being a writer has come true now that I have my own blog. yay!

I wish I could travel more. I'd love to explore Paris and London and Rome-any city in Europe. My favorite vacation was to New York City in 1996. I'd love to go back there. It was unbelievably fun to see all those famous streets and landmarks that I recognized from tv and movies. (I should also mention that I proudly strutted down Broadway wearing size 10 jeans.) We even spent an hour on the roof of the World Trade Center. I didn't appreciate it at the time, but I'm glad my ex-husband insisted we visit it.

I used to work the second shift and got home at 1 AM. During the holidays, I loved turning on the tv every night and watching  It's a Wonderful Life. I never knew how old George would be when I stepped into the story, and when it finished I could change the station and there he'd be again. Hot dog!! I miss being able to see George Bailey non-stop at Christmas time! I still watch my dvd frequently and it still makes me cry, every single time. Back then, I used to cry because George never made it out of Bedford Falls to pursue his dreams of traveling and building skyscrapers. Nowadays I cry because he didn't appreciate his life and because he finally does realize how wonderful it was and is-- before it's too late.

I am almost completely talent free. No singing, dancing, literary, acting, drawing, photographic, sculpting, painting, nor designing gifts. No mathematical, scientific, philosophical, grammatical, entrepreneurial talents. Nada. My sole attributes are the ability to test well (yeah, not too handy once I graduated) and a great love of studying. Which I guess "love of" isn't really a talent, either! Weird huh? I guess I could also throw in there that I appreciate others' artistic expressions very much. After seeing an art exhibit, I wish that instead of a gift shop, there was a small studio where we could go and attempt some inspired artwork ourselves. Even if it was just crayons and newsprint. I often try to create my own artwork at home, but it usually ends badly.

And number six should be obvious: I am ridiculously addicted to tv and movies. So much so that I do not refer to the shows as My Stories, but rather as "My tv friends."  Each night Randy jokes, "What tv friends are coming over?" I always laugh as I run down the Mon night sitcoms or identify which CSI we'll be viewing. He is so sweet to indulge my embarrassing passion. I'm a very lucky woman!