So my super awesome cousin Sarah posted this on her blog (check out the blogroll, fools) and I figured I could follow suit for the following reasons:
1. I am trying to be better about posting
2. This reminds me of all the redic surveys I used to fill out back in junior high via email.
3. This is a way easy post and I kind of felt like cheating. I’ll try to keep it entertaining and fill it with random facts you probably don’t know about me.
A = Apples- love them raw, HATE them cooked. I’ll eat a sliced apple like nobody’s business, but put it in a pie and I want to gag. Something about the texture. Very strange.
B = B- my pseudo-nickname. I’ve never had a solid nickname that lasted me for very long, but B has stood the test of time. Generally reserved for my closest of friends, and Beyonce? I had it first, bia.
C = Cain- my last name. I was pretty much convinced that I would never love another last name half as much as I could ever love Cain. It’s short (great for filling out scantron sheets,) it’s at the front of the alphabet, and it’s biblical for crying out loud. (Named after a murderer but hey, bible is bible.) But THEN I met my current squeeze, Mr. Devine….my last name has been trumped.
D = Dooney Monster- my hamster. After a particularly bad breakup in the fall of 2006, I was at Meijer shopping for some comfort items. (Ice cream, beer, chip dip,) and I spotted this cute little furry hairball that begged me to take him/her home. (A rebound hamster…who woulda thunk it?) She lived for several years at one place or another, finally being adopted by aunt Shannon and slowly dying from a broken foot, we think. She was hours of entertainment, especially when she escaped and hid under the water heater. She was a bit of a daredevil, that Dooney.
E = EPIC!– This is the word I use to describe a night that can not be described by any other word. It involves mass quantities of alcohol (generally vodka,) and always involves at least one completely random act. (Examples: making out with a “mediocre” guy, trying to guess Papa John’s phone number at 3:00am, blackouts, brownouts, piano bars, “getting the meat,” <– not what you think, crashing a bachelor party, stealing seats on a party bus, clotheslining creepy guys, etc.) It is my FAVORITE party word and I will never love another word as much as I love “EPIC.”
F = Frank in the Tank- Nicole and I moved to the dorms of ISU and felt like we should get a pet, so we went to the local petstore and bought ourselves a beta. They were cheap, pretty, and had short life spans. Little did we know that the little booger would live for 4 YEARS. We loved our little Franklyn Karl Cainoberlein, may he rest in peace.
G = Google- I google EVERYTHING. I mean it, everything. Movie times, directions, symptoms, salaries, hairstyles, real estate, clothes, blogs…you name it, I’ve Googled it. (And that’s also why I clear my search history fairly often…nobody needs to see the specifics. Kind of embarrassing. Mortifying.
H = Hank Williams Jr- I lived in a little tiny farming community and thus my high school was full of nothing but little Podunk kids like me. At any school dance, there was one song that packed the dance floor like no other: A Country Boy Can Survive. It was our football “theme song” I guess, and people went nuts. I still know every word.
I = Ice Cream- favorite flavor at Coldstone? Cookie Doughn’t you Want Some, easy on the chocolate chips.
J = John- the name of my grad school teacher. The man is very nice and super smart, but I can NOT pay attention when there’s a computer sitting in front of me. I am currently blogging in class. Why am I in grad school again?
K = Kool-aid- still my favorite drink evah! (Besides beer, probably.) I very much doubt I will ever out-grow kool-aid, though now I use Splenda instead of sugar. Strawberry is my go-to choice, followed by any other “red” flavor. Orange or grape are the WORST!
L = Lice- I’ll admit to having lice once in my life, in elementary school. Gross, I know. I still consider it to be the WORST experience of my life. I had long thick hair down to my butt and trying to get rid of it without cutting my hair was damn near impossible. I spent countless hours with my mother combing through my hair and shampooing and combing and crying and sighing, it was seriously awful. To this day if I ever get any sort of twitch or itch on my head I’m convinced it’s lice and I look all over my scalp for several minutes before I can assume it was something else. Gross gross gross. I’m still ashamed to admit it!
M = Mutten Tag/Marmie- nicknames for my mother. Mutten Tag because all of us kiddies took German and we’re all weird and it sounds like “Guten Tag,” and Marmie because of Little Women. I’m sort of hoping her grandkids pick one of these instead of calling her Maw Maw or Gramma or the like.
N = Nougat- My friend Ben once told me he loved the nougat in a Snickers bar so very much that he would just prefer a bar made entirely of that. I told him to just buy a 3 Musketeers bar. He argued that it wasn’t the same kind of nougat. “What about Milky Way?” I asked. He said no. So we went out and purchased those 3 bars and had a blind taste test of just the nougat. Sadly, he was right, and Snickers nougat is totally different. Now you know!
O = Organism- In 7th grade, while reading aloud to the class from our science book, I accidentally pronounced the word “organism” as “orgasm.” (Did I even know what that was in 7th grade? I went to a Catholic school! We had “Family Life” not Sex Education!) I immediately realized my mistake, but decided to just push through and act like it didn’t happen. It haunts me to this day. No idea if anyone else even noticed, but it still makes me cringe.
P = Poop- I HATE talking about it. I hate even typing the word. As far as I’m concerned it should never be talked about in public EVER. My friends often use this information to torture me. My family is all the same way, apparently we were the only ones who were raised CORRECTLY!
Q = Q-Tips- I tolerate these cotton-topped death traps to clean out my ears, but I’m not comfortable actually touching the fluffy top with my fingers. Did I mention I’m terrified of cotton balls? The boys at Enterprise knew I was scared of Cotton Balls so they decided to torture me with them. UNCOOL (and kind of hilarious.) http://vimeo.com/2234307
R = Roger Rabbit- (As in Who Framed Roger Rabbit.) Growing up this movie taught me many things. It made me believe that Jessica Rabbit was THE hottest woman on the planet (cartoon or not, wowza) and that Christopher Lloyd was the scariest mother effer EVER! When his eyes bugged out of his head at the end when he got in that crazy cartoon high pitched voice, I think I died inside a little bit. Oh and when the cartoon shoe gets put in “The Dip” and slowly dies? HORRIFYING!
S = Sorority- Alright, Greek life gets a bad image, and a lot of it is probably pretty accurate. BUT, my sorority was still THE best thing that ever happened to me. I met some of my very best friends, we did tons and tons of charity work, partied like nobody’s business, and still had the highest GPA on campus. I’m way proud of my girls and super excited to see the baby squirrels at Homecoming this year!
T = toys- Growing up I wanted to play with one of two things: Barbies and My Little Ponies. In fact, Mom and Dad would sometimes give us an entire day to set up “BarbieLand” in the living room, and we would be allowed to leave our toys laying around alllllll day! I remember if a boy and girl were laying in their Barbie bed together, I always took their clothes off, cuz I thought that’s just what grownups did. My love for My Little Ponies was short lived when we jacked my little brother in the face when we stacked the 2 person swing from our playground w/ Ponies. Mom didn’t like that…I still say it was his fault for walking too close to the swing.
U = Underwear- I hate thongs. There. I said it. The thought that a thong could even be remotely comfortable is laughable. I’d rather go commando than wear one of those stupid things. It is boy shorts and cheekers all the way!
V = Vodka Brenda- an elusive creature (much like Drunk Jen,) who only comes out at weddings and certain EPIC nights. She must have at least 1 full day of recovery, for her hangover will be legen…wait for it…dary. She doesn’t get mean, like Vodka Jeri, but rather just makes a fool of herself in every way possible, even if there is “no vodka in this drink!!”
W = Windshield wipers- one of my biggest pet peeves on the planet is when your windshield wipers don’t have the appropriate setting for the amount of precipitation falling from the sky. Either they go too fast or too slow, and I can’t handle the crazy noise they make when scraping over a dry windshield, so if its just baaaaarely raining/misting, I’ll physically move the handle every few seconds so that the wipers run, so that I can control the speed. I never said it was a GOOD idea, but that’s what I do.
X = XXX (porn)- once while leaving my computer unattended, someone downloaded pterodactyl porn on my computer. Seriously. A cave woman getting it on with two dudes dressed as dinosaurs. I deleted it in my shock and horror, but I wish I hadn’t cuz come on, that’s hilarious.
Y = Youth- I remember looking at a 25 year old and thinking “Wow, 25 is soooooo old! By the time I’m 25 I’ll be married with kids and a house in the suburbs!” Yet here I am, on the cusp of 25, with none of those things, and THANK GOODNESS.
Z = Zzzzzzz (sleeping.) I have a tendency to sleep in class. In one particularly boring accounting class, I shouted the words “JERRY VANDYKE” to the entire group. Apparently the teacher had asked the class who the spokesperson for BigLots was, and while sleeping, I decided to answer. Can you imagine the TERROR I felt when I shouted “Jerry VanDyke” to a room full of people and had no idea why?! I still claim this as my most embarrassing moment. And yet I’m amazed my subconscious knew who Jerry VanDyke was, cuz I don’t think awake Brenda even knows who he is. Impressive, no?
Well there you have it, the ABC’s of me. Hope you learned a little something. I’m out, you stay classy planet earth….