Saturday, September 15, 2007

Tag, I'm It!

Okay, so Beth from Fake Plastic tagged me to participate in the 8 Random Things About Me meme. I figured this would be a nice reprieve from my usual postings about plastic bags. And as Beth mentioned in her comment, this could even be fun. So, to participate in this meme, the first thing I'm supposed to do is post the rules:

1) Post these rules before you give your facts

2) List 8 random facts about yourself

3) At the end of your post, choose (tag) 8 people and list their names, linking to them

4) Leave a comment on their blog, letting them know they've been tagged.

And now, here are 8 random things about me:

1. I have Batrachophobia. This means that I am terrified (absolutely terrified!!) of frogs. I've been deathly afraid of frogs since I was a child, thanks to my brother who would chase me around with buckets of frogs. This is how I learned to ride a bike--my brother chasing me with a fricken frog and me hopping on the bike trying to flee from him in horror. Of course, I didn't realize I had developed a phobia until I was in high school. To my chagrin, this phobia lingered on into college. It's actually the reason why I'm a psychologist and not a pediatrician. When I was a biology/pre-med student at the University of Georgia, I was told that I had to dissect a frog in my biology lab. Too embarrassed to tell the teaching assistant about my phobia, I withdrew from the course and changed my major to psychology. Please, please don't tell me that frogs are harmless. I already know that--that's the thing with phobics--all rationality goes out the window.

2. When I was three-years-old, I dreamed that I would grow up to become Wonder Woman. That, of course, never happened. But I still love watching episodes of Wonder Women to this day.

3. I was born in Puerto Rico, but raised in the South. When I was two-years-old, my family moved to Texas. We also lived in Kentucky for a couple of years, and by the time I was ten-years-old, we moved to Georgia. As a result, whenever I speak Spanish, I sound like a "gringo" (i.e., an American). I don't have a Puerto Rican accent at all. In fact, I learned how to speak Spanish in high school. (My father didn't want us to speak Spanish at home.) To be honest, speaking Spanish is a mixed blessing. I'm glad I can speak Spanish with my relatives, but I don't like speaking Spanish with other people. I guess I've been teased one too many times. I've lost count as to the number of times people have told me I'm not a "real" Puerto Rican.

4. I'm the oldest out of five children. I have two brothers (Raphael & Joel) and two sisters (Erica & Rachelle). Rachelle is the only sibling who lives in Puerto Rico. The rest of the bunch live in Georgia. And they all work at Mood Lounge, which is located in Buckhead (Atlanta). My brother Raphy is the general manager, Erica is a bartender, and Joel is a bar back. I'm so jealous--I wish I could join the gang and work with them at Mood. :0)

5. I'm turning 30 on October 4th! I've really not felt any dread about reaching this birthday milestone. In fact, I'm looking forward to celebrating the big 3-0 with my friends here in South Bend! One anticipated highlight will be dancing the waltz with my dance instructor, Dan O'Day. Because everyone who attends these dance parties will be watching us, I've been very motivated to learn how to dance the waltz accurately and gracefully!!

6. I got braces put on my teeth two-months ago. (And I've been bitter about this ever since!) But here's the rub: Not only do I have to wear these braces for two years, next summer I'm having surgery to "correct" my jaw. In other words, my lower jaw will be broken! I'm meeting with the oral surgeon soon--he'll be able to tell me whether I'll need to have my jaws wired shut after the surgery or not. I think it's a two-month recovery period. Not fun, that's for sure. As you can imagine, I'm already planning for my hiatus next summer.

7. I don't have a middle name. All my other siblings do, but not me. I guess my father figured that naming his first-born daughter after a Beatles song should suffice. And come to think of it, my first and last name is French. Verges in polite French conversation has two meanings: orchard. And penis. Please don't ask me about the penis reference. To make matters worse, my second last name is De Jesus. Go figure.

8. I played the clarinet (and the bass clarinet) in the school band. Yes, I was a band geek! :0) To this day, I'm grateful for the experience. My music background has come in handy with my dance lessons; I can hear the rhythm, the strong and soft beats, quite easily. Maybe one day, I'll play the clarinet again.

Ok, now I'm tagging:

Closet Environmentalist
Blue Monster
Merry Meghan
Modern Day Shmoozing
One Bulb at a Time

(I know I should have tagged eight blogs, but I could only think of six!!)


Anonymous said...

You ARE a Wonder Woman!

My scariest birthday was 27. For some reason, I felt like I was really old and life had passed me by already. Now I'm 42, and I feel like life is full of endless possibilities.

They say it gets better with age. I'd say, some things get better and other things fall apart. You'll have to wait and see which things do what.


S.S.Stone said...

Great meme...found it via Dans blog.
I'd also like to comment on the bag counter at the top of your blog...what an amazing tool!

Dan Myers said...

Assignment completed! The 3-0 was no biggy to me, but the 2-0 was for some reason...who knows. Ironically, today in the car the 11 year old was commenting that an 8th of his life was be in that state again...

Michelle Verges said...

These are great comments, guys! Thanks again for tagging me to participate in this meme, Beth. It has been fun!

S.S.Stone: I too was amazed by this counter; I found it on

Dan: Your comment made me chuckle; it also reminded me of a poem entitled, On Turning Ten, written by Billy Collins. Although your little one is now 11-yrs-old, he probably could still relate to the melancholy sentiment of the poem. On second thought, nevermind! He's too young to be having an existential crisis!


AnandaDevika said...

At the risk of leaking one of my own "random things" (but I haven't made my list yet...), I too am contemplating the braces/broken-jaw-surgery procedure. I should have done it loooonngg ago, but was scared. And cheap. :) Good luck - I hope the next two years go quickly for you!

Meghan said...

Beth - that's funny. I just turned 28. 27 was no biggie for me, I guess because it was still "halfsies" between 25 and 30. But now that I'm fully on the "old" side of the decade, I have to admit to having a little hesistance with my age. Maybe that means 30 will be smooth for me!!!


Rey B said...

Why worry about 30 when you still look 19? My next milestone is graduating college and starting a teaching career before I turn 50!So no whining, if it was easy anybody could do it. And even if getting older sucks it still beats the alternative by a long shot.