I used to “practice” on my friends when I was little, by playing beauty shop. They put up with my rainbow of colorful eye shadow palettes and let me do my thing. I am definitely not afraid of color. I embrace it wholeheartedly! I worked as a makeup counter manager at a department store for about 2 years, and then worked for Aveda for awhile, and even did freelance makeup artistry for them. I like to hook friends and friends of friends up with either a great deal or gift for weddings and special events. I am a makeup hoarder, so I have everything I need. Faces are the canvas on which I paint. (Just don’t ever ask me to do hair!) lol
2. Dark Chocolate is my greatest weakness
Well…at least it’s one of my greatest weaknesses! It’s hereditary. I totally blame my Mom . I’m not such a huge fan of milk or white chocolate, but there’s just something about the richness and velvety smooth and delectable texture of dark chocolate that makes me swoon. It’s absolute bliss. I like to try different varieties of bars, and I like to try different things mixed in. Vosges makes absolutely wonderful dark chocolate concoctions…some of the varieties sound insane, but they are amazing. Their dark chocolate bar with cinnamon and cayenne pepper…called the Red Fire…to die for!
3. I loathe onions.
The green ones are good, and the flavor doesn’t bother me so much, but I hate the look and texture of the other varieties. They make me gag. They look like worms and they have a weird crunchiness. Bleh I am so acting like a five year old about them, but I don’t care. I don’t really like mushrooms either. Ever since like, 3rd grade when I found out that mushroom are fungus I thought they were disgusting. Now and then I will eat them though, they just aren’t my favorite. The taint of fungus stuck with me into adulthood I guess. Good times!
4. I was homeschooled all the way through 9th grade.
I never set foot in an actual classroom until 10th grade. It was definitely a bit of a culture shock, but I survived. It’s true, you are a little socially deprived, but you are a little bit more book smart when you are homeschooled. I guess that’s the tradeoff, but then again, life is just a bunch of tradeoffs based on the decisions we make, right? Anyway, I am a weirdo in that I like school, and I will probably keep going back for various different things throughout my life. Especially with internet classes available, I see no reason not to keep up my nerdy ways, right?
5. I didn’t get my driver’s license until I was 24.
Yeah I know…pretty sad. But the thing is, I lived close to work and downtown, and was fairly close to school, so I walked a lot, or took the bus, or got rides. I love to walk, it’s very soothing and it’s a way to escape and hear myself think for a little while. I also figure I did my part for the environment. Ha! I love driving now though, and it certainly comes in handy on the regular. And I try to offer rides when I can so that I’m paying all those rides I got forward.
6. I find it hard to choose a “favorite.”
The big exception to this is my Fluffy, (because he will always be my one and only favorite!) But in general, I can’t choose a favorite color, or flower, or song, etc because I love variety! When I was little and they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I told them a “Jill of all trades” and it wasn’t because I was indecisive, it’s just because I didn’t want to miss out on things by limiting myself so quickly. Why not embrace variety? It’s the spice of life, right? Life’s a full spectrum of color, and I don’t intend on diminishing that by having a favorite color, so to speak.
7. I survived Melanoma.
I actually feel weird saying that, because I was one of the blessed ones that caught it early, while it was fully treatable. All I have to show for it is a 2 inch scar on my left thigh, which is a constant reminder to wear sunscreen, and get checked regularly. If I hadn’t noticed that the freckle had grown quickly, and started to turn bluish black on only half of it, I could be dead or close to it by now. Knowing that so many people out there, some even very close to me suffered or are suffering through cancer makes it hard for me to admit that I had Melanoma. It’s just not fair, and I feel like they were cheated and I wasn’t. So maybe I shouldn’t mention it at all. Like it doesn’t count as much. I look at my friend who lost her leg to cancer. My friend’s brother who is at stage 4 bone cancer and is no longer taking treatments…he is just waiting. I look at Susan’s blog and see her daily struggles with the effects of chemo. How strong they all seem compared to me. I mention it only to let you know how blessed I feel, and how much I appreciate the fact that I did catch it in time. And how brave those struggling with cancer seem to me. I feel like I was the car that got clipped slightly while the cars around me got smashed to pieces. But what can I do besides appreciate the gift of life I have been given? My thoughts and prayers go out to those who have suffered because of cancer…you will forever be close to my heart.