oldie but a goodie

This is a re-post from my old blog that I found today titled "Things That Suggest I'm Not Actually 25".  Since this was a pretty popular post the first time around, I figured I'd share it here with my new audience. Updates from 27 year old me in blue :)

1. Radio Disney is a preset on my Sirius Radio. I go to it frequently. I got choked up listening to the Miley Cyrus/Nick Jonas single “Before the Storm” when I heard it for the first time on Radio Disney and I also made Zach listen to it 3 times in a row in the car on my birthday. “Rewind it again, Zach, it’s my birthday”. Rumor has it that they are back together now and I am irrationally pulling for those two crazy kids....young love has me oddly emotional these days. I really want them to get married and have Disney babies that will make more music for me to listen to on my preset Radio Disney.

Update: I no longer drive my car on a regular basis (city livin', baby!) so I never listen to Sirius. If I did, however, I would probably still tune into Radio Disney. I have a lot of music guilty pleasures...which is why I do not link my Spotify to my Facebook. Hello, embarrassing. Also, Miley and Nick never reunited. Boo hiss.

2. I saw the Hannah Montana Movie by myself. Yep...by.my.self. I have 2 nieces who are major fans so I tried to take them as an excuse to go see it, but when that didn’t work out I was left with no one to go with. After days of hemming and hawing I finally said ‘oh screw it’ and went to go see it alone. The theater was empty except for me, 3 moms with their kids, and a dad with his daughter. I’m pretty sure the parents eyed me the whole time to make sure I wasn’t a weirdo. I loved it and will probably buy the DVD.

Update: I did not buy this on DVD, but I did recently force Drea to watch it with me on TV. I said "oh this part is so cute!" probably 5 or 6 times. Sometimes I wonder how I have friends...

3. I don’t like to wear pants. I’m not throwing this out there as an ‘oooh picture Trish with no pants on’ ploy, but rather as a comparison to toddlers who love nothing more than being pants-less. They’re like little nudists and I applaud them for their courage of showing off their mini thunder thighs. Working from home really helps me with this clothing preference, as most days I sit at my desk with no pants on. Sometimes when I’m on a conference call that isn’t going well I get a real kick out of the fact that I’m not wearing pants.

Update: I no longer work from home and instead work with all men. Suffice to say I wear pants daily. BUT, living alone perk #4589? I never have to wear pants. It's pretty much the first thing I do when I walk in the door--remove my pants. The other week there was an earthquake in SF and Drea mentioned that she went to bed wearing full pajamas in case she needed to be rescued in another earthquake. I had the opposite mindset: 27 year old girl wearing no pants = rescued first. I wanna live, folks.

4. I water down juices and cannot drink orange juice with pulp. The first is too strong without watering down, the latter makes me gag. I will specifically ask a waiter/waitress if the OJ has pulp and promptly scrunch my noise with an “eek, no thanks” if they say yes.

Update: Yep, still water down my juice and yep, still completely despise pulp. My newest discovery is putting ice cubes in my pulp-free OJ. It's glorious.

5. I secretly wait for my acceptance letter to the Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry daily. If a bird flies by my window my heart will often skip a beat in thinking perhaps it is an owl delivering said letter. I also think that by not having a chimney this is really hurting the school’s ability to get the letter to me. I hope my next home has one.

Update: My home still does not have a chimney. Fingers crossed, though...any day now....

6. I use children’s detangling hair spray. I’ve tried fancy hair salon brands, and while I do enjoy a good Bumble and Bumble spray, my go to is still Suave Detangling Spray for Kids in Double Dutch Apple... “Tearfree”, of course, as no one likes to have burning eyes if you slip up. It smells so yummy and is super cheap. Plus, I like the apple green colored bottle with the happy octopus combing his nonexistent hair.

Update: I don't use this anymore! Wow, I must really be maturing.

7. I push little kids out of the way at zoos and aquariums to get the best view (I consider it more of a gentle nudge, but some say otherwise). Once at the Monterey Bay Aquarium a short little girl tapped on my butt and said “excuse me, I can’t see” when I was standing with my face practically smushed against the glass watching the sea otters. I replied with “Sorry for ya.” and did not move.

Update: This has extended to old Asians on the 30 bus. I think I've talked about this before--Normally I have no problem giving up my seat for my elders (and I genuinely do it on a regular basis) but I have a HUGE problem giving it up for the phony bologna's that push their way onto my bus (without paying, to boot). It's like, home girl, I just saw you SPRINTING for this bus...cane waving crazily in the air...I know you're not really disabled in any way! The jig is up. (Yes, mom, I still give up my seat...but I do it with a side of stink eye!!).

8. I consider the fact that I can cross one eye and not the other to be an actual talent that people want to see. Even though my parents have seen me do it 1000 times I still say “Dad, Dad! Look!” and expect a very praiseful response. Fortunately, my Dad usually comes through with a fairly sincere “oooh! look at that!” or “wow that’s talent!”. Thanks, Dad.

Update: Still got it. Still think it's cool.

9. It’s not unusual for me to cry if I don’t get my way. It is just a few tears and they happen in private, but still....I have a very hard time understanding how I could *not* get my way. I’m adorable.

Update: I pretty much get my way all the time now, so this is no longer an issue. 

...just kidding. But I no longer cry thanks to my thicker skin and "don't take anything personally" mindset.  Oh, and I'm still adorable.

10. I can’t do a pull up, hold chopsticks, bake brownies (no lie, I’ve ruined every single batch attempt since childhood), parallel park, resist picking scabs and peeling sunburn, or name all 50 states.

Update:

- Still can't do a pull up.

- Successfully use chopsticks!

- Made one amazing batch about a year ago and decided to retire my browning baking days. Go out on top, you know?

- Successfully parallel parked on numerous occasions in SF...though it still makes me sweat profusely and isn't always the smoothest or prettiest feat.

- I just picked a scab from my boo-boo'd knee this morning.

- Peeling sunburn is a dream. I will help you with yours any day.

- Are there still 50 states?


In Gratitude,

Trish