I had a lot of fun putting together my truths and lies on Saturday. In fact, if you all enjoyed it anywhere near as much as I did, I may do another version sometime.
Looking at the answers some of you put up there, I’m beginning to wonder what you think of me. I was a little disappointed that not a single person thought me not remembering Little Miss’s birthweight was a lie. And so many of you thought I was a lush in high school. And apparently many of you think I still bite my fingernails.
Without further ado, here’s the answer key:
My first plane flight was when I was four years old.
False For some odd reason, I was on a plane at 6 months old. I’m not really sure what my parents were thinking or why they went on vacation with me at that point, as it isn’t like they were made of money, but … I was on a plane early.
I used to own a retired racehorse.
True I was way into horses ever since I was a little girl. I rode all the time and eventually moved to a barn where you had to own a horse to ride. I put it off as long as I could, but I eventually got a horse. He was off the track, which means he was a failed thoroughbred racehorse. His registered name was Antoine le Count. I quickly changed it to Schnaz (I was in high school so please don’t ask why), and his show name was Going My Way. He was a pretty cool guy, and I miss him. Someday I’ll start riding again.
I don’t eat mushrooms.
True I have a lot of food issues. This is one of them. Mushrooms, especially their texture, just gross me out. I won’t eat foods that have them in them. Even picking them out doesn’t always do it, as there’s an icky mushroom taste left behind frequently. I’m a PITA, I know.
I’m allergic to grass.
False Luckily. That is one of the (many) allergies that I would not want to have.
I’ve never been in a car accident.
False C’mon, have I not said anything about my mom’s driving record? My mom who flipped her car three times going down an icy exit ramp and then used scissors to cut my sister out of her seatbelt (we were upsidedown) because she couldn’t think to actually unbuckle the seatbelt? No? Oh. And ummm yeah. I’ve had a couple myself. Knock on wood not any in years and years.
I was admitted to medical school but never attended.
True Thank you for all you nice people who didn’t immediately jump on this one as false. The people I work with usually chose this as my one lie. I wasn’t sure how to take that. I went to Northwestern as part of their HPME program, where I was accepted to the NU medical school out of high school and would have done three years undergrad before graduating and moving to med school. Four weeks into my coursework, I realized that I hated science and didn’t want to go to med school. Oops.
I never had a drop of alcohol until I was in college.
True Really, people. I’m disappointed at how many of you guessed that this was a lie. Actually, alcohol is a little too close. I know the problems that alcohol can cause, and I know that with my family’s history I’m susceptible to issues, so I always stayed far away from it. I can count on one hand the times I can think of where I’ve been drunk, drunk. The fact that I hate to be out of control has nothing to do with it, I swear! But I did discover Peach Schnapp’s my freshman year and would occasionally imbibe. But none of my friends in high school even drank.
I still bite my fingernails.
False And again, thank you people who think I still do! I did bite my fingernails for a long time growing up. I hated when I would get a hangnail or part of a nail would break off, so I’d chew at it to try to get it even again. Which never worked and always involved more and more evening until I had no nail left. My sixth grade teacher even bought and put on some spicy thing to try to get me to stop. I did at some point on my own, though. I still hate it when my nails aren’t even though.
I can sing the alphabet backwards.
So true. So very true, in fact. Someday I’ll video myself doing it. Maybe. When Mister Man was little, the only way to keep him quiet in the car was to sing to him. He hated being in the car and would cry and cry when he wasn’t being touched or held. So I sang. A lot. The same songs over and over. Driving the forty-five minutes to my parents (fortunately, we’re closer now), I could only sing the same song for so long. Eventually I entertained myself by singing the alphabet backwards — among other made up songs. Ooo, I’ll have to video Little Miss and her mouthwash song someday, speaking of fun made up songs.
I can’t remember my daughter’s birthweight.
True I hate to admit it, but … I think she was 7’3″ but I can’t swear to it. I had a really hard birth with her in terms of my physical stability and health. I was violently ill, couldn’t warm up after the surgery, didn’t tolerate the morphine, etc. I feel like such a horrible mom for not knowing this. And I want to say that she was born at exactly 9:15am, but I can’t swear to that either. I need to dig out her birth certificate. Second child syndrome, ya know?
I don’t know how to swim the breast stroke.
False I do. Fortunately. I took swim lessons growing up because my mom doesn’t know how to swim. (Truly, not at all would drown if in over her head in two seconds doesn’t know how to swim) She felt it was really important. I never made it to the butterfly stroke part — or at least I could never figure it out — but I can do the breaststroke.
Phew! So what do you think? Kinda fun? Feel free to steal this idea if you want. And if I’m inspired (or uninspired rather), I think I will try this one out again!