100. Blue Sky. Yellow Sun. Warm Air. Brown Earth. Furry cats. Gardening. These things make me happy.

099. I love living rurally.

098. Chipmunks are one of my favorite creatures.

097. I do not like chocolate.

096. I love potato chips but I no longer eat them.

095. I grew up in Bedford, Massachusetts, home to the oldest flag on the northern hemisphere.

094. In order to be progressive, I’ve become very regressive. That is, I’m learning to knit, can, raise chickens, etc.

093. I have one sibling, a younger brother.

092. I always wanted to be the middle child: a brother older than me to protect me and an older sister to look up to; a younger brother and sister so I could be the protectoress and heroine.

091. I love gendered language: heroine, executrix, actress, etc.

090. As much as I enjoy reading, I don’t sit down to read books very often.

089. When I was younger I wanted to be a firefighter in the worst way. I spent years trying to get on
a department but was unsuccessful. Now I’m too old for a full time department (you age out of the system at 32) so I volunteer with my local department.

088. I’m a contrarian.

087. When I don’t know how to spell a word, and spell check doesn’t either, I make it up. See number 88 for example.

086. Watching sports is pure torture.

085. I teach CPR to the layperson and medical professionals.

084. I was born in the Year of the Rat on the cusp of Capricorn and Aquarius.

083. Despite being Pagan, I don’t know astrology very well. It’s something I leave to others.

082. I name all the houses I live in.

081. For me there’s a difference between being born and being raised. For instance, I was born in Arlington, Mass. but raised in Bedford, Mass. Ergo, I will say “I was born in Arlington and grew up in
Bedford.” If someone doesn’t say it like that, I correct them. I lived in Arlington for a grand total of five days. That is, the hospital I was born in is in Arlington. But still I say I was born there because I was, in fact, born there.

080. TV characters never have difficult to pronounce last names. Take CSI for instance. None of the main characters have a hard to pronounce name, neither do any of the secondary characters. It bugs the crap out of me because a good many people I know, myself included, have hard to pronounce last names. I want TV to be more representative of surnames in this nation, not just white bread versions of “America.”

079. I rarely use the word “America/n” because it’s a misnomer. When I do, I quote it for the most part. First off, someone in Mexico is an American, same with an Argentinian and Canadian. They live in Central, South, and North America respectively. Second off, I don’t want to be called an American. I consider myself a Statesian.

078. I came from a bireligion household. I never realized it until I watched family members on both sides get married. That’s when I noticed the huge differences in how my Catholic side celebrated the joining of two compared to my Protestant side. When I married I said “screw it” and eloped. I recommend it for everyone. It was easier than trying to please two Catholic families and one Protestant.

077. I love weddings. So much so I got myself ordained so I can preform them.

076. Often I blog naked.

075. My greatest aspiration is to be a crazy cat lady.

074. The first thing I notice about a person is their teeth.

073. I love meeting my blogger friends in real life.

072. “Rabidly pro-choice” is a good way to describe my feelings on abortion.

071. Until we have a justice system devoid of racism and classism I’ll be against the death penalty. In theory, however, I do believe in it. There are certain people who *should* be put to death: Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot, Jeffrey Dahmer, rapists, child abusers and neglecters. I know, however, death row is disproportionately lined with people of color so I work to eliminate it (both death row and the death penalty).

070. I cry every time another relative goes into the military.

069. Surveys = love. If telemarketers call for a survey, I take it every time. Also, I often participate in online surveys and even signed up for Polling Point.

068. I like my tea hot, strong, and herbal. No caffeine for me!

067. Coffee = bogus. Yuck.

066. Dogs are cute. Cats are cuter.

065. Violence hurts. Don’t visit it onto others.

064. I truly believe Earth will become a planet of pacifists. If we don’t poison ourselves to death first.

063. Even though I love to work in the garden, and even though I aspire to be a farmer, I cannot express to you how much I loathe having dirt under my nails. As soon as I see even a speck I’m cleaning them. I don’t know why I abhor dirty nails so much, I just do. And not just on me, on other people too.

062. When I stumble across a blog I haven’t seen before, the first thing I do is read the “about” page. If there isn’t one I’m immediately skeptical. Then, I look to see how long said blogger has been blogging. Generally, I like it when someone has been blogging at least a year. Two is preferable. It’s kinda the same with book authors. I have to read the “about the author” and I have to find out when it’s published. Then I can read the book.

061. I am a very slow, methodical worker. This annoys employers because I don’t work fast enough. And it annoys me because I annoy my bosses. It’s a terrible cycle that just keeps going round and round.

060. Criticism is not something I take well. Nor is being made fun of or picked on. I am very, very sensitive to both. It’s a handicap I think.

059. At night, when I can’t get to sleep, I mentally pack my backpack for the six months it takes to hike the Applalacian Trail. Other nights, I think about running the Boston Marathon. I even made it a goal to run the marathon when I’m 50. But honestly, I don’t think I’ll do either one. Why? I’m just not motivated enough to get off my butt and get some exercise, much less train for something as monumental as through hiking the AT or running the Marathon.

058. I’m fantastic about making plans. Terrible with the follow through. And I don’t usually finish things.

057. The first concert I went to was Robert Plant. I was 18.

056. I’m very literal.

055. And quite concrete in my thinking.

054. I’m an odd mixture of generational “American.” By that I mean I am 12th generation from one line and 3rd from a couple other lines, and maybe 10th or so from still another. While this makes me proud because it’s fairly difficult to be a 12th generation American, I’m not proud to be an American at all. Quite ashamed actually.

053. I do not drink alcohol. I’m a teetotaler now. This surprises many people who knew me when I did drink.

052. I don’t wear makeup. I find it itchy and uncomfortable. When I did wear it, albeit inconsistently, I’d forget I was wearing it and scratch my eye or something and smudge the shit out of it. I finally just said “screw it” and stopped wearing it all together. I threw away what I had, most of which I’d had since high school.

051. I love alphabetical order. It’s about the only way I can find things.

050. I’m inconsistently consistent. Or consistently inconsistent.

049. I majored in History in college and, despite the fact that I love history and enjoyed the major, I screwed myself because can’t find a job. I should’ve majored in plumbing or something else as practical.

048. Most people think of college as the holy grail. For me it was the third rail. I still haven’t recovered and will forever regret going.

047. My pinky toes are so small they don’t touch the ground when I walk.

046. I don’t wear heals. I just don’t see the purpose of wearing shoes you can’t comfortably stride in.

045. If humans were meant to swim, we would’ve been born with gills. And if humans were meant to fly, we’d be born with wings. That said, I do swim on occasion and I do fly but only after being copiously medicated. Well, I don’t medicate myself to swim, that would be silly because I’d drown. But I do medicate myself to fly. Copiously.

044. This is at least the fourth time I’ve edited this page. Apparently telling you 100 things about myself is difficult. I mean, I could tell you silly stuff like I’m 5′4″ (on a good day. And that’s how I say it too) and I have brown hair and brown/green/hazely eyes, but that’s stuff is boring.

043. The chances of me putting a picture of myself on this blog — one where you can see my face — is slim to none and Slim’s out of town. I don’t want my picture on the internet (although it is) nor do I want my name (although that is too). But some of the bloggers I read are my Facebook and MySpace friends so they know my real name and sorta what I look like.

042. I guess I’ll have to log in a fifth time to complete this “100 List” because I can’t seem to do more than a couple at a time. Admittedly, I do poach ideas from other people’s 100 Lists which is why this is getting done in bursts. Keep checking back.

041. For some reason I can’t bring myself to put a Greenday CD into my play despite really, really liking their music. Whenever they come onto the radio I crank it up and sing along but to listen to them at home? Or a whole CD? I just can’t. I have no idea why.

040. Boxes hold things. Neatly. Boxes hold boxes. Boxes are square or rectangular. I cannot express to you how much I love, LOVE boxes. I horde them here at the trailer. When I run out of room I start storing them in our storage unit. Eventually Wolf will chide me and I’ll purge my beloved boxes. It’s never, ever easy.

039. Maps know where streets go, where towns are, how to get from A to B. I love maps as much as I love boxes. I tend to horde maps too but they’re a little easier to store and take a lot less room.

038. Rarely do I finish the last bite of a sandwich. I was like this before we got our dog, Jaxsun. However, Jaxsun was fuel to that fire in that he always ate the last bite for me. Now it sits on my plate wishing for a dog (or me) to eat it but, alas, usually ends up in the trash. Jaxsun crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and I can’t bring myself to eat the last bite.

037. If given the choice of which to receive first, the good news or the bad news, I always choose the bad news first “so the good news will cheer me up!”

036. I hate pictures of people kissing especially close up pictures. I find it awkward to look at such pictures so I avert my eyes as quickly as I can.

035. I don’t like it when bloggers over-hyperlink. If I’m reading a post and there’s a buttload of links I get annoyed because to read all the links, the go back to the post, gets me all confused. If a blogger consistently over-hyperlinks I stop reading the blog all together.

034. Also, regarding blogs, if there’s too much on the sidebars I don’t read the blog. I don’t like clutter and to see all kinds of links, images, etc on sidebars is clutter.

033. If a genie popped out of a bottle and offered me three wishes, I’d respond with “thank you for the three wishes however, I only need one.” Then I would make my wish and go on my merry way.

032. I’m a sucker for Facebook.

031. I don’t like pictures of people making funny faces such as cross-eyed, tongue sticking out, etc.

030. Despite being a nature lover and protector of all things non-humane, I loathe, LOATHE bugs. Not so much that I kill them (except mosquitoes and ants) but I just can’t stand them creepy-crawly all over the place. Yea, I know they serve their purpose but ewww! I just can’t stand bugs.

029. I *heart* Netflix. There is usually 500 movies in the queue which is the most Netflix allows you to have.

028. I have no use for video games or cellphones. None whatsoever.

027. I am intensely sarcastic.

026. And very deadpan.

025. Friday night is pizza night here at Howling Hill. Wolf makes an excellent goat cheese pizza for me every week. I totally look forward to it.

024. I can’t stand Nicole Kidman. She’s a terrible actress. I’m always disappointed when I find out she’s been cast for a movie. Honestly, it’s that ridiculous voice of her. It’s all breathy and I just want to say to her “oh, knock it off. Speak in a normal voice you’re not fooling anyone.”

023. Comments make me feel loved so comment early and often. Kinda like voting in Chicago!

022. I dropped out of high school. Yes, I’m one of those.

021. I have never been a bridesmaid. This really, really bums me out. Makes me really sad actually. I’d love to be a bridesmaid, and especially a matron of honor. Considering I’m almost 40 I can’t imagine I’m going to be either in this lifetime.

020. Despite number 22 I have two college degrees. Both were a waste of time and money.

019. I pace when I’m on the phone.

018. I also pace when I brush my teeth in the morning.