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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.

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#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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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….

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

I grew up in Minneapolis boogieing to His Purpleness and all the other fantastic groups that were a part of His Royal Court. Hanging out at First Avenue was always a blast; on any given night Prince, Alexander O’Neal, The Time or Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis could show up. And let’s not forget Jesse Johnson and his perfectly coiffed ‘do.

That is my actual album cover that is signed by Jesse Johnson. And do you know why? Take a look at this video and look for a funki chick dressed in white lace at the 3:20 & 3:40 mark:

Stop laughing! Boy, I really had the “Madonna Look” down, huh? That video cracks me up looking at it today, but I remember that it was a lot of fun shooting it.

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.

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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….

#5 I hate sneezes.

True fact: Sneezes can travel at a speed of 100 miles per hour and the wet spray can radiate five feet.

EBOLA!!! That’s what I scream (out loud at home and silently in public) when someone sneezes without a tissue to catch their snot and germs. Remember the movie Outbreak? It could happen! Sneezes are disgusting….the germs, the liquid spray and most of all, the smell. Yes, people, there’s a smell! It makes me want to hurl.

With everyone sick in my house this week, I’m not doing so well. Pray for me. Really.

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.

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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….

#4 I was a Keebler Elf.

Oh, you never would believe where those Keebler cookies come from

They’re baked by little elves in a hollow tree.

No, you never would believe where those Keebler cookies come from

They’re baked by magic elves and there’s no factory.

It’s scary that I can still remember that, as it was quite a long time ago that I was a Keebler elf. Over the course of a long weekend my cousins and I were paid to dress like elves and pass out cookie coupons in Jewel supermarket. We had on the hat, shoes–everything–and looked just like Keebler elves (except we were much younger and browner and taller). All weekend that song blasted from a boom box nearby; a 30 second song that looped over and over again for hours. Talk about slowly losing your mind; by the end of the weekend we had even made up a little jig to go along with the song.

I don’t even like cookies. Hmmm….I wonder if there is any connection?

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.

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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….

#3 I have a library call number.

Right in here.

My master’s thesis is in the UCLA library; call number LD791.8.A25 K635. And I didn’t even know; my husband just found this last week while googling my name or something. Was I ever surprised; I thought the only copy was in my garage in a Rubbermaid storage tub. Well, when I found out that it is in the library, I dug it out from under heaps of junk, dusted off the cover and set it on my home bookshelf where it rightly belongs.

Not that I wasn’t proud of it when I wrote it; I was. But I was also physically, mentally and emotionally drained from the whole experience. My mentor, the head of my thesis committee, was a real tough cookie. I love her to death, credit her for making my graduate school experience wonderful, and respect her immensely, but she whooped my butt good before she finally signed off. So by the time it was all over, I put it away and didn’t look at it again; I was just happy to be done. Now many years later I get to appreciate my hard work without all the emotion attached and it’s pretty cool.

LD791.8.A25 K635 I want to remember it; maybe I can set it to music. Something catchy with a snappy beat.

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.

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