Twenty-Five Things You Don’t Know About Me ~ Reprise

Twenty-Five Things You Don’t Know About Me ~ Reprise

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This is a me at about nine I think. Rockin’ my groovy Beatles haircut and braces—and side-eye.

Who is she? You ask yourself after being referred to this blog by a friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend.

Who is this person who writes about love and loss and everything in between?

What are her credentials? (None, you only need hands and a brain to start a blog—and seriously, both of those are questionable).

Why does she do it? (The truthful answer is: I have absolutely NO idea— I just freaking LOVE it!).

In the beginning, I didn’t need to introduce myself. I had thirteen followers that were pretty much all family and friends, many who had seen me naked.

Now there are new people. People I‘ve just met and some I don’t even know, so…
In an act of foolish self-disclosure here are twenty-five things you don’t know about me.


  1. I can’t whistle.

  2. Or snap my fingers.

  3. I LOVE to sing karaoke show tunes.

  4. I have a very low tolerance for liars.

  5. I get carsick in the back seat.

  6. I hate card games and most board games. (It’s an attention span thing).

  7. I had Scarlet Fever and missed most of first grade.

  8. I wanted to be a nun in sixth grade.

  9. I did some TV commercials when I was in my twenties.

  10. I see Angelyne, a Los Angeles icon, out and about all the time!

  11. I am a huge SiFi geek.

  12. I read mostly non-fiction.

  13. I don’t think I’ve gone a day since I was five without nail polish on my toes.

  14. I have amazing eye-hand coordination.

  15. I’m a very weak swimmer.

  16. I have a fear of open water at night. (Just writing that makes my butt pucker).

  17. I was once mistaken for a Parisian—in Paris—by another Parisian! (Something I’m very proud of).

  18. Cilantro tastes like soap to me.

  19. I once melted a rubber spatula in boiling hot caramel while making candy and contemplated NOT throwing it out. (I did toss it—after I laughed myself senseless).

  20. I am a sucker for all things Christmas.

  21. I pierced my ears myself all eight times. (And I had a navel piercing done by a professional).

  22. I could read before I entered kindergarten.(No Tolstoy, just Cat In The Hat).

  23. I am in the Who’s Who of American High School Students 1976 edition.

  24. I used to bake cakes and cookies for work at Christmas—and watch George Clooney devour them while we talked.

  25. I can grade a diamond.

Do you feel as if you know me a little bit better? Anything else you’re curious about? Just ask!

I’d love to know more about YOU guys. Tell me one thing you don’t think anyone knows.
It’ll be our secret.
Shhhhhhhhhh.

In the meantime…
Carry on,
xox

2 Comments
  • Dominator says:

    I can’t whistle.
    SONG WHISTLE FOR ME, BUT IT’S ONLY WORTHY IT IF YOU CAN DO IT LOUD.
    Or snap my fingers.
    I CAN DO IT WITH THREE FINGERS!
    I LOVE to sing karaoke show tunes.
    NOT MY CUP OF TEA. IT’S ALL YOURS!
    I have a very low tolerance for stupid people.
    I HAVE NO TOLERANCE FOR THEM. PERIOD.
    I get carsick in the back seat.
    AND IN THE FRONT SEAT.
    I hate card games and most board games. (It’s an attention span thing).
    LOVE THEM. COULD SPEND HOURS AND HOURS AT A TABLE.
    I had Scarlet Fever and missed most of first grade.
    I WAS KIDNAPPED NOT ONCE BUT TWICE AT THAT AGE.
    I wanted to be a nun in sixth grade.
    MY FAMILY WANTED ME TO BE A PRIEST IN THE SIXTH GRADE.
    I did some TV commercials when I was in my twenties.
    I WAS “ZEUS” IN A CINENOVEL.
    I see Angelyne, a Los Angeles icon, out and about all the time!
    FUNNY; I ALSO USED TO SEE HER A LOT. NOW NOT SO MUCH. DID SHE CHANGE COLOR?
    I am a huge SiFi geek.
    MORE A “VELOCITY” CHANEL KIND OF GUY.
    I read mostly non-fiction.
    I LIVE A NON-FICTION LIFE MORE ENTERTAINING THAN A “CINE NOVELLA”.
    I don’t think I’ve gone a day since I was five without nail polish on my toes.
    SECRET: I HAVE BOTH BIG TOES COLORED BLACK WITH SMILLIES.
    I have amazing eye-hand coordination.
    ONLY WHEN EATING… NOT! I’M OK ON A MOTORCYCLE.
    I’m a very weak swimmer.
    USE TO BE A WATER POLO GOALIE.
    I have a fear of open water at night. (Just writing that makes my butt pucker).
    ONLY AT NIGHT?
    I was once mistaken for a Parisian—in Paris—by another Parisian! (Something I’m very proud of).
    SAME HERE. HOW FUNNY!
    Cilantro tastes like soap to me.
    YEAH, BUT SUCH DELICIOUS SOAP.
    I once melted a rubber spatula in boiling hot caramel while making candy and contemplated NOT throwing it out. (I did toss it—after I laughed myself senseless).
    I ONCE GOT RID OF AN OLD BATCH OF MARGARITA IN A MEAT LOAF. DELICIOUS!
    I am a sucker for all things Christmas.
    OH, THE SMELL OF A CHRISTMAS TREE!
    I pierced my ears myself all eight times. (And I had a navel piercing done by a professional).
    ONCE IN HIGH SCHOOL. NEVER AGAIN!
    I could read before I entered kindergarten.(No Tolstoy, just Cat In The Hat).
    AT TWO, I COULDN’T PUT A FULL SENTENCE TOGETHER BUT I KNEW THE NAME OF EVERY CAR.
    I am in the Who’s Who of American High School Students 1976 edition.
    I WAS THE FIRST STUDENT TO GET EXPELLED FOR DISCIPLINE FROM MY 400 YEARS OLD JESUIT SCHOOL.
    I used to bake cakes and cookies for work at Christmas—and watch George Clooney devour them while we talked.
    NOBODY CAN BEAT THAT!
    I can grade a diamond.
    I KNOW HOW TO GET A GOOD DEAL ON ONE OF THEM!

Hi, I’m Janet

Mentor. Pirate. Dropper of F-bombs.

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