<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11910711487095619</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:08:06.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the duck said...all about me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheducksaidaboutme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11910711487095619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheducksaidaboutme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Yx-ZFgXHds/R3hoh2-cpnI/AAAAAAAAABk/j0hg3QIBMVI/S220/duck.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11910711487095619.post-6091005275465829752</id><published>2008-02-12T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:59:20.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yx-ZFgXHds/R7Hx0NR5SWI/AAAAAAAAACs/VqiITAWBkHI/s1600-h/Maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166176126790879586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yx-ZFgXHds/R7Hx0NR5SWI/AAAAAAAAACs/VqiITAWBkHI/s200/Maggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yep, that's me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I am allergic to pineapple. Weird, I know. And I don’t mean allergic “it makes my mouth feel funny” – I mean “if you give me something with pineapple juice, please have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;epi&lt;/span&gt; pen ready” allergic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I am an oldest child – my sisters are 2 years and 4 years younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Because he only had daughters, my dad would probably do almost anything for a grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I enjoy spending time with my extended family. Well, with my dad’s side anyway. My mother’s side has a few people who make me want to &lt;s/&gt;move to Siberia&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;s/&gt;get a new family&lt;/s&gt; give me endless opportunities to practice being kind and patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I am the happiest person that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Sometimes it takes work to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I think that sometimes it takes work to be happy is a very important lesson. It is also sometimes a hard thing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. I don’t like to be cold (and I am cold all the time) but I love snow. I think it is the most peaceful thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. I know things without being told. I don’t know how – I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Me knowing things without being told can sometimes be rather unnerving to other people. Sometimes to me too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. I am a total TV junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tivo&lt;/span&gt; – and I remember what I did without it. But I am quite sure that the discovery of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tivo&lt;/span&gt; has contributed to fact &lt;a href="http://andtheducksaid.blogspot.com/2007/12/100-things-about-me-part-1.html"&gt;#5&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Going back to school was one of the scariest decisions I ever made. Before I decided to go back, I only mentioned it to one person. Even after I went back, it took me a while to tell people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Going back to school has been harder and better than I thought it would be. Sometimes the work sucks, but I actually like to learn. This makes me a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have an insane memory – especially for details. Names, birthdays, hobbies, places, favorites, or anything else that seems completely random is stuck forever in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. This is not to say that on some occasions I am not a total space case. Because sometimes I am a TOTAL space case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I am a little afraid that there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t 100 things about me period – interesting or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Adventures In Babysitting is one of my favorite movies. I have to watch it if I see that it is on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I love buying gifts for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I also love wrapping gifts. With bows…the perfect wrapping job is not complete without a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I am creative, but not artistic. I think that there is a very large difference between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When everyone says that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t matter what other people think, I just stay quiet…because inside my head I am silently screaming “Yes it does! It matters a lot what other people think!” It might not matter to anyone else, but it matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I am crazy organized…and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Sometimes I am a little over zealous and I try to make other people organized like me. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t very nice of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t decide to go back to school and not be a nurse because I hate nursing. I think that nursing is wonderful, it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t what I want for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. My sisters are each very much like my parents. I sometimes secretly wonder if they had other kids after me because they knew that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t like them and they wanted kids who were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I realize that #26 sounds crazy. But it’s still true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I completely lack the ability to say no. I am a yes girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I love candles. Having candles makes me feel happy, because it is a nice little thing that I do just for me – I think that they are pretty to look at, and I love ones that smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I love to vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Since I have been an adult, I have developed horrible insomnia. I almost never sleep through the night. I wake up by 5:30 am regardless of the time that I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I have gotten used to having precious little sleep, although there are the rare nights that I actually get several consecutive hours. After those nights I feel AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. This list is taking a lot longer to write than I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I think that #33 is sort of a cop out, so now I will give TWO things to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. I love the color red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. I don’t understand why people have things (candles, plates, glasses, whatever) that they NEVER use. I understand that you might want to save things for something special, which I think is great, but I think it is tragic that people get so caught up in that thought that they never get to enjoy their nice things. Because in the end, they are just THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I enjoy having nice things, but I am extremely &lt;s&gt;cheap&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;thrifty&lt;/s&gt; resourceful, and almost never spend a lot of money on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I love to cook. I am also good at it, but this is not the reason that I love to cook. Well, not the only reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I used to bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When I get stressed out about things, I returned to bad habit #37 without realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I HATE to be late. The thought of not being somewhere on time makes me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I love to people watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Sometimes when I watch people I make up little stories for them in my head like where they are going or what they are doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. I feel compelled to sing along to songs on the radio, even if I don’t know all the words. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. I love to make lists. More than that, I love the feeling of checking something off of a list when I finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. I think that Caller ID is one of the greatest inventions ever. I will admit it: I screen my calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. I always wear perfume or a scent of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. I know that a lot of the things that are important to me are important to me because they were not important to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. I am totally aware that #46 makes me extremely passive aggressive. Case in point: I always thought it would be nice if she sent out Christmas cards, and she almost never did. I not only send them to lots of people, but I hand make all of my cards…and love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. If you had told me at 16 what my life would be like in 10 years, I never would have believed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. It might not be what I expected, but I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. I make my bed as soon as I get out of it &lt;s&gt;every day&lt;/s&gt; almost every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. Sometimes at night I have a very over-active imagination and can easily convince myself that the slightest noise is someone coming after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. I am very social, but I hate to be the center of attention. It makes me very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. I am very bad at taking compliments. Very, very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. I worry that #53 makes me seem ungracious, when this is not at all the case. The case is really just that I am a big dumb idiot who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t know how to take a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. I don’t want to look like a slob, but I am quite sure that I do more often than I don’t. This makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. You will almost never see me leave the house without at least a little bit of make-up, unless I’m going to the gym. This is not because I am crazy, simply because I feel better about myself with a little make-up on because I think I look better. I don’t care if anyone else thinks so or not.&lt;br /&gt;57. I love photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I have finally figured out that a cell phone is for my convenience and safety, so if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t convenient for me to answer it, I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Sometimes (although not always) talking to people that I don’t know makes me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. The previews are my favorite part of going to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;61. I can count on one hand the number of times in the last year that I have been to the movies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;62. I wish I were smarter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;63. I am terrible at lying, but I could probably be hired by the CIA as a human lie detector. Apparently being bad at lying makes me really good at knowing when others are lying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;64. I have a complete and utter phobia of the dentist. I can’t even talk about the dentist (or hear about one) for more than 30 seconds without flipping right the &lt;s&gt;%$(*$&lt;/s&gt; heck out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;65. I am a talker. Seriously. I can talk about anything, to anyone. I don’t necessarily consider this a positive trait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;66. I embarrass easily. VERY easily. And this is no looking down at the floor type of embarrassment – this is turning BRIGHT RED embarrassment. Good times. Because nothing helps embarrassment more than when people notice that you are fire engine red and then stare at you more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;67. I have a high tolerance for alcohol…&lt;em&gt;a very high tolerance for alcohol&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;68. I tend to hold my liquor well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;69. Christmas cards are one of my favorite parts of the holiday season. I love &lt;a href="http://andtheducksaid.blogspot.com/2007/12/crafty-tuesday-holiday-cards.html"&gt;sending them &lt;/a&gt;and getting them and displaying them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;70. I used to go to Girl Scout Camp with my childhood best friend for a week or two every summer. I loved it. You would now &lt;s&gt;probably&lt;/s&gt; have to pay me to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. I look very little like the rest of my family. I used to wonder if I was switched at birth. I have decided that this is unlikely. But if it were true, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be totally shocked to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. I rarely cry. When I was younger I used to cry at everything – movies, books, etc. Now it takes a lot for me to shed a tear…a whole lot. And even then, it's more often out of anger than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. I am good at reading people. I can pick up on numerous subtle/unsaid things. And I don’t forget them. (&lt;a href="http://andtheducksaid.blogspot.com/2007/12/100-things-about-me-part-2.html"&gt;see #15&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. I am convinced that every detail in life ends up having a large impact at some point down the road. See &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0289879/"&gt;The Butterfly Effect&lt;/a&gt;…it’s like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Sometimes I daydream about how the small decisions I made that day will make a big difference later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. I tend to censor things and put a lot of thought into things that I say to people who are close to me. Not because I don’t want to tell them the truth, but because I want to be sure that they hear it the way that I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. I am much better at making someone know what I mean when I write instead of talk. I get emotional and off track when I talk. When I write things down I have the option to delete things.&lt;br /&gt;78. I am a big fan of email as a communication. (See #77)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. My mother used to tell me that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t live alone because if I were abducted or murdered it would take days before someone would notice. I told her that this was highly unlikely….but it did make me wonder how long it would take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. I have very eclectic musical taste. And I highly enjoy classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. My family got their first computer when I was about 6. We were the only people that I knew who had a computer, and we used to play the Oregon Trail from a big floppy disk. &lt;em&gt;I'm pretty sure if you went and looked, this very computer and floppy disk could still be found in my parents' basement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Everyone has heartbreak. I have been the one to be heartbroken and the one to break someone else’s. The latter was much, much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. I am fanatical about correct spelling and grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I love to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. I am excellent at staying in touch with people, even if it is sporadic. I think that there is no better way to make someone feel important than to send an unexpected card or email saying ‘hi, I was just thinking of you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. I love making new year’s resolutions. And because I want to make sure that I keep some, I tend to make several resolutions, with the thought that at least one will be realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Last year I made 2 pages worth of resolutions. And kept over half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Contrary to what you might think based on #65, I am fairly private. There are some things that I don’t talk about. Although I won’t lie about them when asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. People who say that they don’t have enough time make me crazy. Everyone has the same amount of hours in the day. Prioritize and do what you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. I love getting mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. When I first got an apartment, they informed me of the complex’s pet policy. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t imagine why anyone would want a pet. I now have a dog and a cat. And fish. And I love them all. &lt;em&gt;Well, I don’t really love the fish, but I do like to see them in the tank. I think that counts for something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;92. I have pictures all over, of all different people and places. I smile every time I look at them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;93. I am a fastidious calendar keeper. I never make plans without checking my calendar, and the second I do make an appointment to do something, it gets written down. I carry my calendar with me everywhere…I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;94. Emptying the dishwasher is one of my least favorite household chores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;95. I have a tattoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;96. I love to scrapbook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;97. My handwriting is impeccable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;98. I am incapable of doing only one thing at a time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;99. I hate to have my feet touched, but I love getting pedicures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100. New Year’s Eve is my least favorite holiday of the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there you have it. 100 scintillating facts about me. Try not to get too excited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11910711487095619-6091005275465829752?l=andtheducksaidaboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11910711487095619/posts/default/6091005275465829752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11910711487095619/posts/default/6091005275465829752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheducksaidaboutme.blogspot.com/2008/02/yep-thats-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1Yx-ZFgXHds/R3hoh2-cpnI/AAAAAAAAABk/j0hg3QIBMVI/S220/duck.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yx-ZFgXHds/R7Hx0NR5SWI/AAAAAAAAACs/VqiITAWBkHI/s72-c/Maggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
