There’s a note going around on Facebook, “25 Random Facts About Me”, where people tag you to read their 25 random facts and then you are supposed to in turn write 25 facts about yourself.  I liked reading about my friends and definitely found out things that I didn’t know before.  Well, I figured that I needed more room than Facebook allowed, so why not bring it on home where I can get really funki?  Get ready to find out more than you ever wanted to know about Funkidivagirl.

Betcha didn’t know that….

#7  My father calls me Sam.

He’s called me Sam since I was a baby.  My mother doesn’t call me Sam, just my father and no one else.  I don’t know why; there is no real reason.   He confuses people who just met me (“I thought her name was Sherrelle; is it Samatha?”).  But it’s cute and he never calls me Sam if he is angry, so I’ll take it.   Do most parents do that–have cute names for their kids?  

My husband and I do have a cute name for our son that we try not to say in public now that he is a teenager, but we forget and yell it from the bench at basketball games.  Oops.   We don’t have a name for our daughter, much to her chagrin.  She has tried so hard to get us to call her a name (“call me Pumpkin on Wednesdays”), but it doesn’t fit.  She’s Girly or Sweetie Pie or Smart Cookie or any number of names, but not one in particular.  

My brother-in-law has a nick-name that only the family calls him, including me since I met him at age 14. And I mean we call him that name and nothing else–never his real name.    He tried to escape it by going away to college where he introduced himself as his God-given birth name; no one knew his secret family name.  That is, until we moved in the same city, because we won’t call him by his real name.  My kids, they only know him as “Uncle Nick-name”; my daughter is confused when she hears people call him by his first name!  He is a grown man, married with a wife and a kid and he still can’t shake that name.

Nick-names: I don’t think that you can fabricate these things; they just trip off your tongue and it sticks.

Betcha didn’t know that….

#8  People think that I am Ethiopian.

And by “people” I mean Ethiopians.  I swear there is not an Ethiopian that I meet that doesn’t ask me where I’m from and are incredulous when I say that I am American–no really, American born and raised.   My husband gets the same thing.  We used to live in a neighborhood in Los Angeles with a high concentration of Ethiopians and always we were spoken to in their native tongue.  When we responded that we didn’t understand and were not in fact Ethiopian, our response was always met with surprise.

Here’s a photo of an Ethiopian couple I found on the internet:

And here’s a photo of my husband and I:

Hmmm…what do you think?

Betcha didn’t know that….

#1  I have a bad temper, I’m pretty fearless and I hate punks.  And that has gotten me into trouble. 

#2  I have toys in my home office.  And they’re all mine.

#3  I have a library call number.

#4  I was a Keebler elf.

#5  I hate sneezes.

#6  I was a small part of the Minneapolis Sound.

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