On Facebook there's this weird thing going around where if you comment on someone's post (titled as above) they give you a number, and you're supposed to do it. Non-techy me didn't realize she was asking for anything when she commented on Erin Kragt's post, but hey, 11 things about me? I can do that! :) And since 11's alot (I protested but she said "You're a writer - get on with it" [paraphrased]) I'm going to do it on my blog.
- I can ride a unicycle.
- I signed (as in, sign language) at several of my grandma's events when she was Secretary of State. I did songs like "The Grand Old Flag" and "Proud to be an American." I can still do all of them.
- I like asparagus.
- I remember throwing rotten tomatoes at my brothers in our girls-against-boys fights when I was ten. My friend and I had the high ground, but they had garbage can lids as shields. We lost. Lesson: Shields are not as lame as they're made out to be.
- I've known I wanted to be a writer since I was 11. Why did it take me so long to get a blog?
- I'm the oldest of 7. I'm the daughter of an oldest daughter, who's the daughter of an oldest daughter.
- I hate town. I love country.
- My name (Joy Christina) literally means "Joyful follower of Christ."
- My favorite movie is Amazing Grace. I've seen it 11 times, and though I am counting, I'm not forcing myself to watch it to wrack up these weird statistics. :)
- I've always wanted to go to China. My room has a lot of chinese inspirations among the multi-colored walls and newly painted white furniture.
- I am stumped. I've been sitting here for a full minute going "what do I say?" I keep thinking of things I don't like, like running and sewing and getting "What does the fox say?" stuck in my head. But those are no good. I want something positive.... Hm....
Oh! I've written a poem for BAC2ONE Art Camp based on their theme for five years in a row. Eden (2009), Choices (2010), Wonder (2011), Everything (2012), and Imagine That! (2013). The middle three are on my poetry site poetrybyjoy.weebly.com. The first one is too long to be worth reading. The last one I can't find. Oops!