I got Nothin' but Zombie Love...and Ornithophobia

Not gunna' lie, I'm pretty much useless this morning. I stayed up super late trying to finish packing for the movers and it's a fact that if I don't get my eight hours I'll be a hot mess the next day. I'll probably require unhealthy amounts of caffeine just to function at minimum capacity. 

I kind of had a feeling this would be the case, so throughout the week I started working on an "About Me" post of sorts. And yes it took me a whole week because I'm really not that exciting and had to scrounge for stuff that would be sort of interesting. So here you go, 5 random facts about me:

  

I hate birds.

I can handle a bird. Maybe even two birds. But a flock of birds scares the ever-lovin’ SH*T out of me. Why? I have no clue. All I know is it’s a full-fledge phobia. Flocks of birds make my body react as if I heard nails on a chalkboard. I literally get nauseous. You know that time of year when they’re migrating and covering every square inch of telephone wire and tree limb, shrieking and crapping everywhere? I hate my life during those months. I just...I can't handle it.

I have RBF (Resting Bitch Face)

I always knew I had this condition but had no idea there was actual term for it until Katie’s post completely rocked my world. My mom used to call it my “thinking” face and tell me I needed to “work on it” because I looked mad. In high school one girl actually called me out and told me the first time she saw me she thought I was a "bitch" because of “the look” on my face. Over the years I’ve worked very hard to overcome RBF, but it feels so much better knowing I’m not alone in this struggle. Thank you, Katie, for sharing this life-changing PSA:

Harrison Ford was my first crush.

In the days of yore, Major Dad would make popcorn and Kool-Aid and we’d watch Indiana Jones or Star Wars. The first time I saw Indie crackin' that whip my little heart went ba-dump and I vowed I would marry him one day. I’ll never forget that fateful night when Major Dad revealed that Hans Solo was actually older than him. I was subsequently crushed. Clearly it wasn’t meant to be.

Sweet Baby Jesus...Ba-dump

I had a mullet.

It’s true. For the first 5 years of my life it was business in the front, party in the back. My Mom insists it was not a mullet but it totally was. And I will never, ever let her live it down. All the other girls had poofy bangs and side ponies with big pretty bows. Not me. I was a tiny tribute to Billy Ray Cyrus. See for yourself.

I love you, Mom.

I have a slight obsession with anything Zombie-related.

It started in high school with Shaun of the Dead and 28 Days Later. Then along came Zombieland and eventually The Walking Dead series which completed my life. Currently I'm anxiously awaiting for season 4 to start. I even sometimes ask LT. Hubs if he will play one of his zombie video games so I can get my fix. I don't even care that I will almost certainly have nightmares later. 

So there's a few tidbits about moi. I'm going to crawl under my desk and sleep now.

Much love to ya,