Five things you don’t know about me


Charlene Li tagged me and frankly, I’m flattered to be in such impressive company. The idea behind this game of “tag” is that you share 5 things about yourself; things that are not widely known. Then you tag 5 more people.


I have the memory of…um, some animal with a short memory…I used to know what it was but now I don’t remember. What were we talking about again? Anyway, let’s see if I haven’t already shared some of these things anecdotally in some other posts. Dang, it’s hard to be interesting and relevant. Or in this case, at least interesting. Here goes:


1) My childhood disappointment. I can’t read music. I sang as a child (choir, solos, etc) and took piano lessons, but I cannot, for the life of me, read music. During piano lessons, I learned to play by ear until we moved to Pennsylvania and a more astute piano teacher would stop me mid-song and ask me where I was on the page. Previously, in junior high, I decided to (or was made to) take up clarinet. I would figure out each note and write the letter of the note above it in the book. When I accidentally left the book behind in the music room, I was totally busted. And that is where my relationship with the clarinet ended. The reason why this is all such a disappointment to me is that I love to sing and have thought about taking voice lessons (not as in preparation for performance, but just because I like to sing). For the time being, I am going to have to be content belting it out in the car. I believe that the fact that I can’t read music has to do with me lacking skill in understanding spatial relationships. I am also challenged by maps or driving directions that tell me to turn North/South/East/West. I literally have to picture myself on a map of the United States facing Canada to make that work. I also think this has something to do with my complete lack of balance. I can lose balance standing still in one place. I suspect that my brain doesn’t process the physical relationships between objects well, especially when one of those objects is me.


2) I have a chicken in each room of my house. I know that this sounds a little weird. Initially it started with a small collection of chickens in the kitchen (hey, it sounded like a good idea at the time). That idea came from the passing down of my father’s childhood cookie jar which was, you guess it, a chicken. When I decided to downsize my chicken collection, I noticed that some of them actually looked better in other rooms. The carved wooden ones are my favorites. It’s not a “theme”, just an interesting feature of my decorating taste.


3) When I was a little kid, I put a popcorn kernel into each nostril and woke my parents in their bed just so they could watch me snort the kernels into my sinuses. I was probably 3 years old and I believe at the time I thought it was funny. I still kind of do. But the trip to the navy medical center and the digging that ensued changed my mind about that.


4) I have a very high tolerance for spicy food. I love it…the spicier the better. When I traveled with some family members through Thailand, we discovered how to get the restaurants to lay on the heat; you say “Thai hot, not American hot”. I have inherited this from my dad. A suitably spicy meal should result in some facial sweating. So needless to say, not every dinner companion is going to see me order something spicy (never let them see you sweat).


5) I started to go gray early in life so I began coloring my hair at 23. A few years later <cough><cough>, I can tell you that I am about 50% gray in the front and it’s hard to tell what that other color is in between the gray, but it’s some kind of brown. Once you start coloring your hair, it’s hard to stop. And even though you could not pay me enough to go through my twenties again, and I have hinted at my age, I have not divulged the exact number because I want to give myself the option of avoiding answering the question in the future. The best advice my mom ever gave me was to keep my face out of the sun. Between that, the hair color and the fact that I refuse to dress my age, I do not feel compelled to come clean about the year of my birth publicly. It’s not a big deal, it’s just nobody’s biznass. If you ask me, you may get a “29” and a wink. ; )


OK, now for the tagging. I have decided to tag five bloggers in the recruiting space that I enjoy. Yes people, my love comes at a price:


Shannon at Exceler8ion


Harry Joiner, Marketing Headhunter


Joel at Cheezhead…snarkier than me, even


Tim at But Less About Me…I believe we share the same sense of humor


Dave Lefkow…he doesn’t blog very often but is someone I trust

Comments (7)

  1. Diana says:

    I think that relating to N/S/E/W is a gender thing. I have read that women do better navigating by place names and landmarks while men do better with the N/S/E/W directions. I’d get lost going home if I had to figure out a map to get there.

    And the age thing? You go  girl!

  2. Tim says:

    Dang it, I was just trying to go home. I do love that clarinet story, hopefully someone’s going to nab that and stick it into a script. My question is this, did your parents think you would amount to anything with all this cheating and obsession with nostrils? I guess they can be proud now, right?

  3. HeatherLeigh says:

    I didn’t think of writing the notes down as cheating. I was trying not to be a quitter. What else can you do if you can’t read music. It wasn’t something learnable. I understood the concept, I just couldn’t do it. Some people just can’t.

    And yes, they are very, very proud.

  4. eR0CK says:

    Funny, you used to live in PA and I used to live in WA.  Now you live in WA and I live in PA.  Ironically, I also played the clarinet (also the violin), but never could read music!

    Grey hair … I would have never in my wildest dreams (no pun intended) figured that out.

    Happy Holidays!!

    -Erich

  5. HeatherLeigh says:

    Erich-you didn’t know? Good! The illusion is intact!

  6. Derek Bigelow says:

    First of all, I’m glad you made it through the storm/power outage ok.  I ended up going to a friends house in Bothel and stayed there for a few days.

    Secondly, I had the same problem reading music.  I played the bass for a year without even knowing what I was doing and eventually got tired of the whole thing.  My teacher would tell me how great I was doing and I couldn’t bare to tell her.  It eludes me to this day [as well as skating backwards].

    I hope you have a great holiday!  If you find yourself in need of some "retail therapy", you should stop by the store this week, we’re having a huge sale.  There is a possibility that I may actually be there this time :]

  7. HeatherLeigh says:

    Hmm, Derek, if I make it to Bell Square, I’ll definitely stop in!