If You Really Knew Me…

I love lists and I’ve seen these list posts floating around on blogs (such as here and here), so I thought I’d give it a whirl.

If you really knew me…

… you would know that I cannot scream. You know, the high-pitched horror movie variety. I can’t do it. I try and try and the most I can muster is a loud manly yell.

… you would know that I was born and raised on the prairies (Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta). And though I left as soon as I could, it’s the landscape that I miss the most. I’m at home in oceans of wheat fields under giant skies.

… you would know that I haven’t eaten at McDonald’s since 2001. Not even a french fry. It’s more for political reasons than health concerns (I’m trying to put my money where my mouth is). To make this boycott fun, my bestie and I have a bet to see who can resist temptation the longest.

… you would know that I’m ridiculously insecure and very anxious person. Generally only the people closest to me are privileged enough to see all the cracks in my foundation (sorry guys).

… you would know that I’m not a foodie. At all. I just don’t care. I’m happy with cheese and crackers and a side of sliced up dill pickle.

… you would know that I hate making business phone calls. Doctors appointments, dentists, restaurants – I won’t even order pizza. I have to bribe Gino to do it. I’m not shy; I just feel like I’m bothering people for some odd reason.

… you would know that I’m tired of people asking me if Caio “does his nights”. No he doesn’t, and a 4-month-old breast fed baby SHOULD be waking up to feed at least twice during the night. So no, he is not manipulating me, and no, I’m not spoiling him by meeting his basic nutritional requirements. Ba-hum-bug.

… you would know that I grew up poor. We were the family that received food hampers at Christmas. I remember when I was 6, my dad took us to pick up pop cans on the side of the highway so we could recycle them in order to buy milk. My parents weren’t drug addicts or bums – our financial situation was a result of a business arrangement gone bad. Living below the poverty line never carried any shame for me until high-school (being poor in oil-rich small town Alberta makes you stand out like a tree on the prairies).

If you’ve done one of these posts, please paste the link below. I’d love to read it :)

About the photo above: I took this photo last summer during our road trip across Canada. It’s the backyard view I had growing up in Saskatchewan. Gino’s reaction: “I’ve never seen anything so flat in my life”. Welcome to the prairies my love :).