34 things that make me who I am I love how God created each of us with our own personality and yet designed each and every one of us in His image. Since I just celebrated my 34th birthday, I thought it would be fun to post 34 things about myself that make me who I am and that many people may not know about me.

I love asymmetry…
…but I can’t stand modern art.
I’m the only person I know who wouldn’t mind driving a minivan but has never owned one.
I thought I’d be an artist when I grew up.
I routinely misuse words. Ask Jon how many times he’s had to correct me from saying defunct when I mean debunked.
I would much rather be cold than hot.
Despite the fact that I don’t often sleep well at night, I never drink coffee…
…unless I occasionally splurge on a Peppermint mocha. That’s the only form of coffee that I genuinely enjoy.
I have left-footed and right-footed socks and will go out of my way to make sure I never wear them on the wrong feet.
I strongly dislike the mall and nearly all things shopping-related…
…but I love Costco.
I am very picky about writing pens: the smaller the ball point, the better.
Even though I’m a pianist, I have not yet taught any of my spark plugs to play.
I feel a lot of internal guilt about point 13…
…until I remember everything else that I AM teaching them.
I have high aspirations of correcting point 13 this year.
I find minimalism and homesteading equally fascinating.
I like being a brown-eyed blond.
I like having a brown-eyed-blond spark plug.
I often feel as though I lead a vanilla existence…
…which is odd considering that I don’t care for vanilla.
I don’t consider point 20 to be a bad thing at all. It’s the vanilla that helps the sprinkles shine more brightly.
I’m trying not to drink soda this year…
…but I’ve already had 1/2 a glass of Coke. Oops. (For the record, I prefer Pepsi.)
I wrote my first blog post ever on my 25th birthday…
…on my now-obsolete MySpace account.
I don’t remember what I wrote in it.
“The Boys In the Boat” and “Evidence Not Seen” are two of the best books I’ve ever read.
If it were up to me, I’d leave my Christmas tree up year-round.
I sing the tenor part in a Sweet Adelines quartet. The high harmony line suits me. (No, we don’t sing in public yet.)
Speaking up in public always seems like a good idea until I put my proverbial foot in my mouth. (Happens every.single.time.)
I hope to teach my spark plugs a foreign language, which will be a big undertaking since I’m not bilingual.
I get tunnel vision and can’t function in large, noisy crowds. This made for interesting meal times in college, where the brightly-colored carnival-themed decor only added to my overwhelm.
I’m a terrible cook, so Jon and I have been teaching ourselves better culinary technique thanks to Youtube.
And one to grow on: someday, I want to keep bees. (No judgment. I know I’m weird. Also, see point 17.)