Five More Things About Me

Happy Friday! Friday!  I'm so ready for the weekend.  

Oddly enough, one of the most popular posts here on the blog was my post from September with 5 Things About Me.  Well, happy day for all because here are five more.  

1.  I hate sweet potatoes.

Anyone who knows me knows that I like food.  Correction: I love food.  I love to eat.  I love to eat many things.  I love to eat everything.  Everything -- except sweet potatoes.  I think they are absolutely vile and wrong and just bad.  I hate them.  I hate when restaurants try to pass them off as fries.  I hate their stupid cousin, the yam.  I hate them and refuse to eat them.

no. just no. never.

2.  I wore "corrective shoes" as a little kid.

When I was really little, I walked pigeon-toed.  I remember wearing blue corrective shoes with those blue and white laces (although my shoes were more like oxfords vs. the high tops pictured below ... but for the most part, those shoes are dead ringers to what I wore!).  I remember not liking my shoes and desperately wanting white or red or pink mary janes.  My parents took me to a doctor who was quick to suggest surgery.  They went for a second opinion and that specialist suggested they just leave it alone and when I got older I would self-correct.  That's exactly what happened.  But if you look at little kid pictures of me, chances are, I am sporting some sweet blue shoes.

3.   I cannot sleep without white noise.

I blame my son.  Totally.   I learned early on when he was a baby that white noise was a godsend and would help him, and me, sleep.  So when he was a newborn and sleeping in his bassinet (or swing) in my room, I used a white noise machine to soothe him to sleep.   Night after night, I'd put on the machine.  Finally I moved him out into his own room and his crib, but I was hooked. I had to go out and buy another white noise machine for myself.  To this day, I cannot sleep without it.   Thankfully I have a "white noise" app on my phone too.

4.  I like my steak rare.

Yes.  I really do.  In fact, if I could get it pan seared, that would be ideal.  There's just nothing better than a big ol' rare steak and a big ol' glass of petite syrah.  Except maybe some creme brulee for dessert.

5.   I love the Copacabana and I have a dance to go with it.

Both true.  I really love the song "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow (I mean ... who doesn't?).  And not only that, I have a full on dance that accompanies it.  I made it up myself, so you know it's really special.  It's a mix of the cha cha, a reenactment of the song itself and several dances from the movie Dirty Dancing.  It is on basically every wedding video from every wedding that I attended between 1999 and 2006 where the wedding played the Copa. I also love Barry Manilow.  I'm a total Fanilow.   One memory that is now indelible in my mind is from his concert at the outdoor Mann Music Center in Philadelphia about 10 years ago.  I went with my friend Angie and we were the youngest people there by a good 40 years.  But at one point he said something like "Let's pick up the tempo!  I can get down.  I can dance.  I can shake my yes yes yes as much as anyone else."  Whereupon we died.

There you go.  Five things you always wanted to know but were afraid to ask.  Happy weekend!

See you swoon,

1 comment:

  1. This is a desparate plea to all friends of Shanna reading this blog . . . a video of Shanna's Copacabana dance must be shared.