Tina Trivia

I thought I'd do something different today and share with you some useless interesting facts about, well, me! After all, I'm just a faceless name on a page at this point, so why not? And besides, I'm itching to blog, but I'm in the midst of a full mental block, so this will be better than nothing. These won't be in order of importance or anything. Just random things that are coming to me as I write.

I like pepper, and lots of it, on only 2 things: cottage cheese, and macaroni and cheese. I don't know what it is about those two glorious cheesy edibles, but to me, they taste ever so much better with lots of black pepper. {a-choo} The Hubs looks at me like I'm some sort of freak when pour the pepper on my mac-n-cheese. Yeah, like he's one to talk. He puts pepper on hot dogs! Freak.

I dislike, no...hate...no...despise...eggplant. Eggplants are the only veggie I've ever tried that I cannot stand. It quite literally makes me gag. I don't even have to know that there's eggplant in something before hand--I can taste it in anything, and it makes me wanna hurl. Where did that sick thing even come from? It looks like it was brought here by aliens! Yuck.

I Hate Egglpant

I cannot locate all 50 states on a U.S. map. I do know what all the 50 states are, I just don't know where all the 50 states are. And seriously, I can not for the life of me ever remember being taught that! I did move around a lot though growing up, so I could have just missed it in transit one year. I think I can locate all but about 10 or 15 when I really try; I can definitely pinpoint the general area the missing states belong in...just can't, with any certainty, put them in their proper places. What can I say, I'm geographically challenged.

I have to drink my hot tea with milk in it. Most people think I'm weird when I do that. And truth be told, I thought I was kind of weird at first too. I'm not sure why I ever started doing it, but I loved it and have never stopped. If I lived in England, I'd fit right in, because they put milk in their tea all the time! My mom says that it must be that bit of British ancestry in me that makes me love that splash of milk in my tea. I do believe she must be right. Cheerio, and pass the scones!

When the movie Grease came out in 1978, I was just shy of my 12th birthday. Much to my mother's chagrin, I saw that movie at the theater 10 times. I thought it was the best movie ever made and I could not get enough of it. I got the soundtrack and played it over and over and over...and we're talking vinyl here, people, a full size record.

Grease Album Cover

[Do today's 12-year-olds even know what a record is?!]

As a side note about the soundtrack, my mother did not like some of the songs on there--Greased Lightning in particular. There were some questionable phrases in that tune, lead among them, "pussy wagon," that Mom just did not want my impressionable ears to hear. Funny thing though, even though I heard that phrase every time, I was absolutely clueless as to what it meant. I didn't find that out until a few years later, and then I just thought it was funny! And geez, by today's standards, that phrase is pretty tame. But I can see why Mom would be a bit bugged by it.

Grease still ranks as one of my all time favorite movies. I have it on DVD (natch) and when I'm feeling like waxing nostalgic, I pop it in and travel back to the age of greasers, pedal pushers, teen angels, and sock hops. How can you not love Sandy and Danny and all the gang? Right on, man.

Grease is the word.