". . . little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."

(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Seven Random Weird Facts About Me

Michelle tagged me for this one. I tried to think of things that most regular readers of this blog would not already know (of course my mom and husband know it all). What that has resulted in is a pretty boring set of facts. I've already told you all the interesting stuff! So here goes nothing. Consider yourself duly warned.

1. I used to have perfect pitch (in music, this is the ability to identify a note by letter name simply by hearing it played or sung). My elementary music teacher discovered it one day, and I remember her being amazed. I didn't understand what the big deal was at the time, since to my ear an "A" was an "A" and a "B" was a "B" and the sound was completely different. But now I do, because I am losing my perfect pitch. More often than not, I am about a half step off. So I hear an A but think it's an A-flat or A-sharp. I guess by the time I'm 80 (thinking positively!) I'll be hearing A's and thinking they're E's. The decay of the flesh is no fun.

2. I like grammar. A lot. I took structural and transformational grammar in college and actually thought it was fun. You can close your mouths now.

3. I have a recurring dream in which I find myself back in school (but I'm not of the age or situation in life that it makes sense for me to be there). Typically in the dream I am unable to find and/or open my locker (I can't remember the combination). Then I am late to class, usually math, and I realize that not only have I not done my homework but I have missed weeks of instruction and have no clue what is going on. (All you amateur psychoanalysts feel free to try your hand at this one.)

4. Until I was about 12 years old my hair was so long I could sit on it.

5. When I was in college I came down with what appeared to be a case of pink eye. When it didn't respond to standard pink eye treatment, the doctor sent me to an ophthalmalogist, who diagnosed me with iritis, an inflammation of the iris that is systemic in nature, not caused by infection. My iritis became chronic and has recurred periodically over the years. It must be treated with steroid drops, which with long use can cause cataracts. I now have tiny cataracts in both of my eyes. My last recurrence of iritis was about 5 years ago.

6. When I was little I had a severe open bite. None of my teeth touched except the back four molars. As you can imagine, biting or chewing anything was a challenge. The orthodontist told my parents that the root of the problem was my malformed jawbone and recommended surgery (meaning they would break and reset my jaw). My parents declined the surgery. After four years of braces I had a pretty decent smile, and because I still wear my 25-year-old retainer (I never lost or broke it!) my teeth are still aligned. But my jaw is moving, and the open bite is slowly returning. I saw an orthodonist a few years ago who said the same thing my first one did--the only permanent fix would be surgery on my jaw. I don't want to do that, so I may be getting braces again when I'm about 50--not for vanity as much as for chewing!


7. I am the youngest of eleven in a blended family, but for much of my growing up I felt like an only child. My father was a widower with four children, and my mother was divorced with six. They married and had me. But there is about a 25-year span between me and my oldest sibling, and the one closest in age to me is nevertheless seven years older. I wish I could say we are all close, but we aren't.


I'm going to tag a few people that will no doubt have much more fascinating random facts than I can muster! Elephant's Child, Caitlin, Melody, Dan, Pastor Weedon, Susan, Susan, Jane, Lora and Hannah, go to it! (There are more I'd like to tag, but I think I've already exceeded the prescribed number, and besides, I'm tired of creating links. So if you want to play, don't wait to be tagged . . . just play!)



9 comments:

mm1985 said...

Cheryl,

I did not know some of these facts about you. I have the same dream and so if anyone ever helps you to figure out what it means please let me know.

Have a blessed Thanksgiving!

Michelle

Jane said...

Cheryl,

I have the same dream!!! Down to the details.

Jimella said...

Cheryl,
I have the same dream too. Seems like it occurs more when I'm stressed about some project that isn't completed.
Jimella

Evan said...

On #2, I too love grammar, which is probably why I loved studying Latin and Greek so much. It is without a doubt what I have loved most about studying Arabic, which I find to be one of the most elegantly grammatical languages I've ever come across. When the words for book, pamphlet, desk, office, author, and library can all be (predictably!) derived from the verb "to write", well, that's just super cool.

Gauntlets said...

I also have that dream. It switches up sometimes to feature me in a play with none of my lines memorized. I especially enjoy this when the Dream Me is pregnant. :D

The Rebellious Pastor's Wife said...

Generally dreams like that mean you are feeling over your head or unprepared regarding something going on.

Jeff has a dream where he forgets his alb and hymnal and by the time he has his act together, people are getting up and going home.

One of his closest friends has the same dream.

The Rebellious Pastor's Wife said...

At least that psychlogy degree is good for somethin'...maybe

Barb the Evil Genius said...

My sister has iritis. It's my understanding that it's an auto-immune disorder.

Rev. Rick Stuckwisch said...

I had a similar jaw problem, except that in my case it was an underbite. I had four years of orthdontia; not to correct the problem, but to prepare for the necessary surgery (we weren't given any choice, and something had to be done).

That dream thing, too, is familiar. I can also relate to the pastoral version of the dream, as the Rebellious Pastor's Wife has described. At some point this last year, I dreamed that I had gone back to high school, but then had forgotten to go to class all semester long. Sounds weird, I know, but I woke up utterly perplexed and uncertain as to whether it was true or not. That uncomfortable feeling then dogged me for the next several days! I'm thinking it stems from juggling too many projects at once and feeling overwhelmed by everything.