25 Things

The latest Facebook craze (or maybe chain letter is the apt description) is posting a note with 25 random things about yourself. It's narcissistic, I admit, but it also makes for some humorous and sometimes shocking reading when the friends you tag in the note complete a list for themselves. Below are some statements I liked/laughed at/was surprised by from assorted friends' notes and my own. Well, I suppose I didn't exactly surprise myself with my own factoid that's on this list...but you get the point.

The Oxford comma is the bane of my existence. Don't use it! Make it go away!

When I was eight years old, I rode my bike down a hill and directly into a lake, by accident. I have no idea why I didn't stop. I walked my bike home, crying, soaking wet and smelling like fish. Good thing the lake was close to home.

The second marathon I ran was 26.5 miles long. There was a fire early in the morning on the day of the race, and the event's organizers had to re-route the course at the last minute. The race ended up being longer than it should have been. I was slightly annoyed when I found that out. 26.2 miles is long enough, thank you very much!

When I was 14 or so, I had 278 pictures- of all sizes- of Rick Springfield covering my bedroom walls.

I speak Swedish. And a lot of good it does me. 9 million Swedes in the world and 8 million of them speak English better than I do.

My sister caught my car on fire. I caught a college roommate’s car on fire. Both were accidents. But they’re both decent stories.

When I was a little over a year old, I drank kerosene and had to go to the ER.

I can twirl a toothpick vertically in my mouth. I don’t advocate you trying this, you can get hurt.