Well here are 8 things about me, some weird and some maybe not so weird.
1. I don't have a favorite food. I like most all food and I like it pretty much equally.
I think.....why should I pick a favorite when there is so much edible goodness out there in the world?
2. I love to drink black tea with cream and sugar.
3. I think coming up with 8 things to share
about me without specific questions is pretty hard. I'm struggling guys!!
4. All right, here's a weird thing. I'm a very visual person. Obviously, right? Well, I have always visualized the days of the week, the months in the year and numbers. Not too weird in my mind but when I ask some people how they see the week, year or numbers from 1-100 they think I'm asking a very strange question. Some people understand the question but others look at me cross eyed. I really can't describe exactly how I see it, but I'll try my best. I see the numbers 1-5 in a row then the numbers 6-10 take a 90 degree turn, the numbers 10-20 go up on an angle the next set of 10 go up on a different angle and then all the other numbers in 10 increments go in different angles all the way to 100. Kind of like a Dr. Suess stairway. After 100 it starts in the same pattern all over again. Is that so weird? I wonder how many of you visualize your numbers. ; I'm thinking that it may be more common in artists or maybe just more common in weirdos. Oh, here is a little family statistic. My Mom, brother and myself all visualize numbers in a similar way and my Dad things we're weird.
5. I'm very easily amused and very easily bored. It's better not to try and understand how that works. I'll just blame my family for this. They are very amusing and I've been spoiled by their entertaining personalities.
6. I was named after a Beatles song. My parents (who come from another land and get everything twisted around in a special kind of way) thought that the Beatles were singing Debbie Lane instead of Penny Lane. So when I was born, the nurse asked my parents this question, "And what would you like to name baby?" My Dad said, "We wanna name the baby Debbie Lane like the Beatles song!" So then the nurse asked my parents how they would like to spell the name Deborah. My mother quickly replied to the nurses question with a firm "NO!" "You name my baby Debbie not Deborah!!! Deborah sounds too much like Zebra!" So, I'm named after a Beatles song and not after a zebra.
7. I told the Penny Lane and the zebra story at my bridal shower and all the ladies laughed about it. Then a couple of months later at our wedding, for the Father/daughter dance, my father and I danced to........you guessed it....Penny Lane. You should have seen it! All of the ladies were giggling and tearing up as they watched us dance and at the same time all of the men looked completely puzzled by the womens reactions to us dancing to a Beatles song. Anyway, I can't tell you how many people tell me that whenever they hear Penny Lane on the radio they think of me. It's a honor to be named after a Beatles song. I feel special!
8. Now I'm going to tell you one last story relating to my name. When my brother and I were kids, my Mom would ask us what we wanted from the grocery store before she would leave on her weekly shopping trip. We ALWAYS replied, "HOSTESSSSS!!! Please buy ho-ho's, twinkies, cupcakes, Hostessssssssssssssss!" She would nod her head as if she understood what we were saying, then she would go on her merry way to the store and be gone for what seemed like decades. At the first sign of my Mother's car, my brother and I would dash out to into the driveway with excitement and start grabbing the bags full of food. We would run back into the house, throw the bags on the table and start digging into them, both of us sure that we would soon be gazing upon our delightful boxes of hostess treats. As we searched and searched for some sign of a ho-ho or twinkie we would be faced with the inevidible discovery that in place of the prized Hostess snacks, my Mother purchaced the evil Little Debbie snack cakes that we despised. We would hold them up and say NOOOOOO MOM!!!!! We want hostess not Little Debbie snack cakes!!! In response to our protests, my mom would look at me with a loving smile and say "But yew arrrr my LEEETTLE Debbie" (You have to imagine her saying that in her Italian accent too)
Well, as you can imagine, my brother and I weren't very happy about this re-occurring Little Debbie situation, but as adults we both think it's hilarious. It's actually one of my favorite stories.
So friends, Little Debbie wishes you all a very Happy Easter!