The picture above is just classic Odessa. I’m probably laughing at a joke I made, while my boyfriend is looking at the camera like Jim from the Office thinking, “Oh-kay. This girl is crazy.”

It’s funny how I can write on this silly little blog a few times a week, and you can read it, but you don’t really know all that much about me. I know when I’m reading a blog, I want to know about the blogger behind the screen, because a face, a voice, and some background can really change the way you read. Here are some things about me that, unless you know me pretty well, you probably don’t know yet!

I’M INCREDIBLY ACCIDENT PRONE…

…and a complete klutz. My boyfriend makes fun of me because of how often he hears *thump* “Ow!” Recently, I’ve burned my arm by accidentally clamping it with my flat iron, burned myself cooking, cut myself with my veggie peeler, and hit my head on a light at work. Also recently, over a 24-hour period, I got jalapeño not only in my eyes, but also somehow enough on my lips to get them to swell up like Kylie Jenner’s. And that’s just what comes to mind. It’s a lifelong problem. The struggle is real, people.

I HAVE AN ACCENT?

I get asked all the time where my accent is from. I live where I was born. I live in Washington state. I get asked if I’m from Canada, Minnesota, Texas? What? My voice is kind of weird but I hear no accent in it. Who knows? It’s hilarious, because my parents and my sister also get asked if they’re from Canada. I guess it’s time to move.

I’M A COMPLETE INTROVERT

Thankfully, I live with someone who is an introvert too, so he understands. There’s a lot of comfortable silence, Netflix, and not going to the bars (well, he does sometimes. Not my thang anymore.)

I CAN’T SWIM

I was born with a broken eardrum, which means I could not have my head underwater without earplugs in. I went to swimming lessons as a child, but it involved a lot of standing on the side of the pool, crying. Although my eardrum eventually healed, my fear of my head submerging remains, and I’ve never learned how to swim. So if you ever need to kill me, just throw me in the ocean. (But uh, please don’t.)

I’M VERY PARTICULAR

I am (annoyingly) picky about some things. I can’t help it! I hate looking at messy handwriting, I will rewrite my grocery list if I mess up one word. I’ll only eat with baby forks, the big ones are just too big and gross. I don’t like eating food I didn’t make, I don’t like not knowing where I am going or what is happening at any given time, I won’t wear socks that don’t match, the list goes on. I suppose you could say I’m a little bit of a control freak 🙂

I DIDN’T PIERCE MY EARS UNTIL I WAS 18…

And that was only so I could gauge/stretch them. I was a little tomboy and never had any interest in jewelry!

AS A KID, I WANTED TO BE AN ORTHODONTIST WHEN I GREW UP

Now, I’m a dental assistant at an orthodontic office. I get to enjoy my job but don’t have the responsibility or million years of school to be a doctor. Life is funny.

I MET MY BOYFRIEND WHEN WE WERE 9

We were in the same class in fourth grade. And we dated in middle school. 15 years later, and here we are 🙂

I’VE BEEN TO AUSTRALIA

On a student trip the summer after eighth grade. It was amazing and I wish I remembered it better, and I absolutely want to go back someday.

 

 

What is a funny, quirky thing about you?

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You know public restrooms are gross. I only use them if I MUST (after long lunch with a friend and 27 glasses of iced tea refills, you know…) but i always use my foot or clean tp to flush. I freak out at how gross those handles must be. (The OCD formed FROM 30 yrs ER nurse!) anywayyyy, back to the flush. So i get that done and outta there asap wash my hands, even tho im convinced they are never really clean so i won’t start on the public restroom sink …
So, safely back at home in my mostly clean the housekeeper comes every other wednesday but then again, i live with two teenagers, another story completely.
So, one day, out of the blue, after a quick trip to a mostly clean- ish bathroom in my own home that only I use primarily, I go pee quick and go to flush. Wait for it, i look at the hadle Then my hand.. and to my own awe, I was using a couple little clean tp squares to flush. IN MY OWN HOME AND PRIMARILY MY OWN BATHROOM. yep. Im a whack job. I now do it every time. I have the cleanest toilet handle on the western edge of the north american continent! Secret nurse germaphobe? OCD? Creature of habit? You decide! Sigh.

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