meg by the numbers.
I’ve had a giant, wicked crush on David Letterman for more than 17 years.
I have about 250 Christmas songs on my iPod.
I send more than 1,000 texts every month.
I eat about 1.5 meals a day.
My ring size is a 5.5.
The most hot wings I have ever eaten in one sitting was 45. And that was wrong.
I can only hold my breath for 1 minute.
I own 18 different Norton Anthologies from my degree.
My average latte has 3 shots of espresso.
I own 16 pairs of Havaianas.
I learned to read when I was 2.
I have only 8 toenails.
My blog has been live for 17 months.
I get an average of 8.6 comments per blog post.
I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue in under 15 seconds.
I used to run a staff of 110 every summer.
I’ve moved 16 times, which is roughly once every 2 years.
I ate 25 whole jalepenos to win a contest.
The longest I’ve gone without coffee since I was 16 is 40 days.
The next longest time after that was 3 days. Oops.
I’ve grown 5 inches since I was 17. And 2 of those happened since age 30.
I’ve been a camp counsellor for more than 700 girls.
13 of those girls are currently my Facebook friends.
I have 12 kinds of lip balm/gloss in my purse right now.
I’ve only owned 1 pet on my own.
I’ve been in love once. Or twice. Or three times, if you count my laptop.
November 15th, 2007 at 6:15 pm
I also learned to read at two!
And I love your beautiful new photo.
November 15th, 2007 at 7:17 pm
You learned how to read when you were two? Really?
November 15th, 2007 at 7:26 pm
I did indeed. My parents read to me all the time and I watched Sesame Street obsessively… and then all of a sudden, you could just hand me stuff, and I’d read it. No one really gets how it happened.
The favourite story is when my grandfather was in hospital when I was almost four, and he was bragging to the nurses I could read. They figured I was just a good memorizer, or I’d picked up some words. He asked them to bring me a medical book, and I started sounding my way through it.
But really, it was only cool until everyone else learned to read. And I sucked at Math.
November 15th, 2007 at 8:31 pm
Math is highly overrated.
Because I’m just slightly competitive I compared myself to your list. I hate being dwarfed so there was much celebration when I got to the toenails and the pets. I gladly celebrate the small victories.
November 15th, 2007 at 9:06 pm
After I read this, I sat here holding my breath. I managed a minute but it was starting to hurt, what do you mean “only”? I’ll grant you, it’s not Harry Houdini or anything, but I’ll take it.
The North American river otter can hold its breath for approximately 8 minutes. Don’t ask how I know that. 5 inches since seventeen! I know you’re a bit of an overachiever, but even for you that’s impressive.
November 16th, 2007 at 10:12 am
um…. 12 different types of lip gloss? seriously? i have 1.
November 16th, 2007 at 10:20 am
Re: reading at two…
I was born really premature and walked late, and my mother started showing me flashcards of letters and reading to me a LOT when I was still an infant, stuck in the high-chair and bored. She says people in the grocery store would stop and stare in shock when I, a tiny toddler, would loudly read labels and cereal boxes.
November 16th, 2007 at 3:28 pm
I love this “Meg by the numbers” post. Let’s see if I can add a couple of mine.
1. I can eat 4 helpings of curry chicken in one sitting.
2. I own 22 different pairs of shoes (I’m a guy).
3. I can never nap for less than 1.5 hours. Don’t know why.
4. I can never go beyond 2 weeks without coffee.
November 16th, 2007 at 5:18 pm
I have yet to find 1 thing about you, Meg, that I don’t love. The 8 toenails comes close, just because is evokes “ooh, gross” thoughts of how that might have happened (I myself have 9.5 toenails thanks to an “ooh, gross” incident, so I am biased towards “ohh, gross” thoughts).
I have not timed my breath-holding capabilities, and likely never will after using my grandma’s lung capacity measuring machine that proved I have a smaller lung capacity then my sick grandma just before she got hooked up to a permanent oxygen tank and a year before she died. I love and miss my grandma (but not her lung capacity machine!)
I have 5 important numbers in my life worth mentioning:
2 children
1 brother
1 sister
1.5 nephews (#2 is due in March)
2 neices
By the way, with my comment, I have just increased your average number of comments per blog.
November 18th, 2007 at 12:38 am
I’m a three-shot espresso drinker myself.