1. At the beginning of my senior year of college, my then-boyfriend asked me "If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?" After a few seconds and not much thought, I responsed with "the Canary Islands." He asked me where they were, and I explained that they were near Africa and belonged to Spain. Nothing else was every said about the Canaries. On Christmas, after opening a lot of gifts from him, he told me I had one more. I felt a bit guilty since I hadn't gone overboard like him. I unwrapped a box to find a travel case, which contained my passport....and then I found a ticket to the Canaries for ten days (my spring break). The trip was really cool, and I loved Gran Canaria. He proposed while we were there, and I said "yes." It wasn't that exciting though; I totally knew it was coming because he'd walked around all day with the jewelry box in his pocket (I could see the outline against his pants). Plus he'd been weird about me not looking in his carry on bag, so I had totally known what was up.
2. I once went through a huge domestic phase in which everyone thought I'd been brainwashed (I now know). I read cookbooks all the time, made big meals most days, and went to the grocery store almost daily. Perhaps that's a hazard of being a stay-at-home-girlfriend. Anyway, that passed. Oh well, at least I know where you can find cream of tartar and chutney in the grocery store now.
3. I worked for UPS one Christmas. The driver was a sexist, so I didn't do much because he didn't think I could handle it. Once he realized I had run cross country with his son, his confidence in me increased and he let me carry a few packages.
4. I was a negotiator from a young age. One day my mother caught me saying "damn" repeatedly as I hit a stick along side a fence when I was three or four years old. She told me that I would be getting a spanking for saying a bad word, and I replied with "Can we talk about this?" I then proceeded to negotiate a deal that permitted me to say "damn" once a day in my room so long as no one heard me.
5. I almost always take the stairs, and I feel a bit guilty taking an elevator. Oddly taking an elevator down (several flights--not one) doesn't make me feel as conflicted. I've always been fond of stairs and walking in general, so I've even climbed as many as 38 floors when in a large hotel. But I really noticed the stairs thing in law school when my classmates took an elevator to go two flights. It was particularly noticeable because (1) they'd wait for the elevator and it took longer than taking the stairs and (2) one of our professors was in a wheelchair. And every time I saw him waiting for the elevator he had to take, the more resolved I became about taking the stairs. And internally, I'm a bit judgmental about this towards the elevator users. It just seems really lazy to me (not if they have bad knees, a broken ankle, etc.) to take the elevator to just go a floor or two, although I'm sure I do things every bit as lazy. I was at the courthouse with a criminal client not long ago, and as we were chatting, I veered to take the stairs down one flight. She said "I'll call you later; I came this way [gesturing to the elevator]." She's 22.
Happy Friday!! And is Grey's making everyone else cry too? This is the second time in a row!