5 Facts About Dalai Lina That You May Wish You Didn’t Know
Speaking of connections, relationships, and authentic interactions…after my recent forage into the world of blog conferences…I thought you may be interested in some real facts about me. I think I am pretty flipping open and honest with you (have have shown you my liver cleanse poop, for Christ’s sake) but there is SO much more to me that you don’t know. I really can’t fit it all in one post, put I’ll give you 5 Dalai facts I bet you wouldn’t have guessed:
1. My first house was a trailer
A little single wide. My mom and I lived in it while she was putting herself though college. She even used food stamps to get us through those times. I look at what my parents created and instilled in me in complete amazement. The American Dream is completely possible.
2. I have a picking obsession
Nails, cuticles, zits, ear wax, scabs, sunburnt skin, in-grown hairs, splinters. You got something for me, I’ll take care of it. Everyone knows in our house, I get first dibs on anything that needs extracting. When I saw this video on Tosh.0 (another crush of mine) all I could think about is how I would like to get my hands on that cyst. If there is an obsessive picking disorder, I would likely be diagnosed on the spectrum. Or maybe this is just what nurses feel like.
Watch at your own risk (the good stuff starts around the 50 second mork)…
3. I have an uncle that is now my aunt
Isn’t that cool? I am from the San Francisco Bay Aria, so that is completely within expectations. Kidding aside, I know that being exposed to and surrounded by a wide range of diversity is why I am who I am today. I love all people, even if they decided they want to be a girl. Hey, I know how cool it is to be one.
4. I stole my classmate’s lobster necklace in kindergarten
And I still think about it. OMG, that poor girl. I still feel so bad about that. If I still had it, I would pay for a private detective to track her down and give it back. I wonder if she would still remember?
5. My favorite food growing up was Vienna Sausages
One score and ten years ago, before I knew any better, I would come home from school and crack open a can of vienna sausages for a snack. Is it meat? Discarded animal carcasses? A petroleum product? Who really knows. I am scared to try it now, only for fear that I would still love them and have to confess to you my closet food craving. It is fully acceptable to crave chocolate, McDonalds, and coffee. Vienna sausages are socially unacceptable.
Ok, now it is your turn…tell me one, JUST ONE, fun fact about yourself that will make us all smile (or vomit). Come on, I should get a chance to know you too, it’s only fair.