Cats - My first cat was a birthday present from my brother and mother. The year I turned sixteen, my brother was set to join the Army. He would be at basic training over my birthday, so he and my parents plotted to get my birthday present before he left. He and my mother came into my room one day after school and just told me to get into the car. They drove me to a pet store, and we were confronted by a cage of kittens. Mom just told me to pick one, that they closed in half an hour. That kitty is my Milky-cat, and he's the one that turned me into a cat person - to be honest, cats kinda creeped me out before then. Now? I can't imagine living in a house with no cats.
Knitting - I've tried knitting a few times before, and it never goes well. I can crochet reasonably well, but if you give me more than one hook, and it usually ends badly. I may or may not have tied myself to my knitting needles - I admit nothing!
Panic attacks - I'm not sure I can pinpoint when my first panic attack happened, but I can remember how they feel. I can't breathe, and I stutter - it's more like the words won't come out, and I can't find the words I want. That, of course, makes me panic even more, and it just gets worse and worse. I've had medication for it before, but I've not really been able to find one that doesn't make me incredibly loopy or knock me out. Over the last two or three years, I've been able to control them much better, and I haven't had a major panic attack in several months now. Yay me!
Spanish - I love the language. I feel a connection to it through my heritage, which is kinda strange, considering my mother did not speak Spanish at home. She didn't want to confuse us, so she didn't teach us Spanish at home. All of my Spanish has come from school, which makes me feel a bit like a fraud at times - I'm fluent in that I can think in Spanish, rather than translating in my head, but if you put me on the spot, I panic. And flail - I talk a LOT more with my hands when speaking Spanish, than when speaking English.
(Spanish Spanish Spanish...yep, the word no longer has any meaning. Hee.)
Acting - The other half of my oh-so-useful bachelor's degree! My first taste of the stage was in the third grade, and I was hooked. It actually causes me a bit of physical...not quite pain, but discomfort, to be near a stage or a thearical production and know I'm not a part of it. I haven't actually been on a stage in...nearly six years, now? Since my senior thesis production. I miss it a lot, but honestly, it's probably for the best - I'm not very good.
Hair - My hair has always been one of my distinguishing features - it's been long for nearly my entire adult life (for a given value of "adult", I suppose). I am the Girl with the Long Hair at nearly every office I've worked in. I try to take care of it, but I sometimes feel like it's a bit wasted on me. Still, right now, short hair would NOT look good on me - I'd have to lose *coughmutter* pounds before it would work.
Musicals - You can blame my older brother for my obsession with Broadway musicals, as he introduced me to the first show I ever learned backwards and forwards, Sweeney Todd. Something about the music, the stories, the utter ridiculousness of breaking into song spontaneously - it's all so silly and wonderful. I love Sondheim and Stephen Schwartz's musicals the most, at least in part because they write such wonderful parts for altos and mezzo-sopranos.
Cats - I think I covered that. Moving on!
Eric - My marvelous husband. I can honestly say, I never really expected to marry a man I met on the internet. Back in 2003, I received a comment on a post I'd made about how thunderstorms made me think of my father. I didn't recognize the username, but, reading through the journal, I felt like this was someone I knew already. I was actually disappointed to find out that he was some random guy, because I thought it meant I would never meet him. Not long after we got together, I realized that I could easily see myself spending the rest of my life with him. Fortunately, he felt the same way. I love the life we've created with each other, and I look forward to spending the next 60 or 70 years with him.
Oregon - When I graduated from high school in Maryland, I needed to get as far out of Dodge as possible. I had received several college applications from all over the country, and the one for Reed caught my eye. All I knew about Oregon was that it was green, it was cloudy, and it was 3000+ miles away. I took it. I fell in love with the area, and I don't really see myself leaving the Pacific Northwest anytime soon (even if Eric weren't completely opposed to moving). I do still miss Portland, but I don't know that I'd want to move back - it would seem like moving backwards, somehow.