As I continue on in my adventures of blogging here at Bottom Milk, I decided to steal an idea from my friend Shannan’s blog. She, actually stole it from another blogger, but still it remains a great idea. To make a list of 100 true statements about me. As you read this, you’ll find yourself nodding along at the things you already know, or that maybe you didn’t know, but it makes sense when you apply it to me. Other things might surprise you. Who knows, but like it or not, here are the 100 true statements about yours truly.

100 things about me
1. I love my birthday
2. I love giving people presents
3. I am loud
4. I can tell a good story (Excellent!)
5. I am addicted to TV
6. Joss Whedon is my hero
7. My friends think I am funny
8. I am nearly done with my master of education degree
9. I love teaching
10. I hate that education is not a respected profession.
11. I love Harry Potter
12. I like learning tidbits of Ohio history.
13. I have a crush On Oliver Hazard Perry
14, I have a need to be near water.
15. I have visited Lake Erie every summer of my life.
16. Someday I want to own a cabin on the lake.
17. I am covered in freckles
18. My grandpa used to call me “little teeny Kathaleenie”
19. My parents are proud of me.
20. I once rolled my brother up in a rug, and left him it for an hour.
21. I can’t spell.
22. I adore my friends
23. I am paranoid they will all leave me one day
24. My brother, his wife and I all have our birthday on the 24th day of the month (different months though)
25. My husband is the best person I know.
26. I am not just saying that because he is my husband
27. I once auditioned to be on a television game show.
28. I was once in the audience of a trashy TV talk show
29. I attended the University of Rio Grande ( Yet, I have never lived in Texas)
30. I miss my best friend from kindergarten
31. I love debating the events of each episode of the show LOST
32. I have a map of how all the characters are connected
33. I can lie, if I need to
34. I love the smell of shaving cream
35. I was accepted to the Ringling Brother and Barnum Bailey Clown College in Destin Florida.
36. I have been in a book club for nearly four years.
37. My husband and I are both Libras
38. My parents (and my best friend) are Scorpios
39. I want to have a baby
40. I am allergic to cats
41. I was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder in second grade
42. I hate my boobs, and can’t wait to have them reduced to next to nothing
43. People who don’t have them, don’t understand, and think I am crazy.
44. I have had two dogs in my life, both mutts, and yet ironically they are nearly identical in looks
45. I am actually very shy person

46. I have been to Canada.
47. I dream of going to Australia
48. I have had my heart broken twice
49. The only bone I have ever broken was one of my toes, and it was Pete’s fault.
50. I have great in-laws
51. I love to take pictures
52. I love to scrapbook.
53. During the school year, my kids are my world
54. I worry how I will find a balance once I have children of my own
55. I cannot stand when people think they know more then others do, just because they have given birth.
56. I walk slower than everyone I know. This annoys my brother.
57. I have been in 6 weddings, other than my own.
58. Someday I want to write and have published a children’s book
59. It annoys me when celebrities think we should be impressed that they gave some of their millions to charity.
60. I love to laugh so hard you roll on the floor
61. My favorite color is blue
62. I procrastinate everything
63. I am a list maker
64.  Younger siblings of former students want to be in my class.
65. I think that is a huge compliment
66. I am a jumpy person, and tend to scream when startled
67. I love to jump out and scare people
68. I like roller coasters
69.  I want to take a cross-country road trip
70. Whiny adults drive me crazy
71. I love bad kid jokes (What do you call a cow w/ no legs?  Ground beef!)
72. I like home improvement projects
73. I like thrift stores
74. I like songs you can sing a long to.
75. I am a Grammy award-winning singer…. In the shower
76. I have a prepared Oscar speech
77. I am too hard on myself
78. I love to eat
79. I worry a lot
80. I mix popcorn and Reese’s Pieces
81. I only buy my jeans from the Gap
82. I can predict rain, based on headaches I get when the barometric pressure changes
83.  I sometimes sing words in the sentences I speak
84. I love pop culture trivia
85. I don’t like most current popular music
86. My dad taught me how to take care of myself
87. I love radishes
88. I love to sleep
89. I can’t wait to sell our condo, and buy a house with a yard.
90. I love purses and shoes
91. I am on a never-ending quest for the perfect bra
92. My best friend and I have been friends since we were 15
93. I am a co-host of a Buffy the Vampire Slayer Podcast.
94. I think any person who wants to eat in a restaurant should have to have worked in a restaurant at one time in their life.
95. I hate people who are elitist
96. I talk in my sleep
97. My favorite subject in high school was German
98.  I don’t like to talk about politics or religion
99. I have been a prostitute, a model, a bride, a crazy granny, and a German dancing girl in theatrical productions
100. This list was harder to make than I thought it would be. You try it now.

“Ahhh, Bottom Milk” … or more appropriately I should say “ewwww! Bottom milk”.

Everyone has their own set of quirks. Some people don’t like spiders. Some people are afraid of heights. My brother happens to be afraid of clowns.  I hate bottom milk. It completely grosses me out. So what is it?

When you are looking at a gallon of milk, notice the sticker on the side, near the bottom. The milk that sits below that sticker…. that my friends is bottom milk. And I won’t touch it.

I have had a long distaste for milk to begin with. As an infant I had to drink soy formula. I don’t exactly remember going through this, but I have always had this notion in the back of my head, that milk is disgusting. I blame the soy formula.

As a child, my parents tried every trick in the book to get me to drink my glass of milk with dinner. Small glasses, flavored syrups, and forcing me to stay at the table until it was all gone. I have had many, many, many glasses of WARM milk. Blech.

When I was in college and in charge of my own milk consumption, I bought the smaller half gallon size container. Since,due to all those previously mentioned warm glasses of milk, I was only using it for cereal. One day I went to pour myself a bowl of cereal, and noticed that the milk was really low, and that it was kind of discolored, and there were little floaties in it. I checked the date, nope not expired. I opened the lid, gave a sniff, nope not smelly… just bottom milk. This my friends turned me off forever.

Now, I will say this, if I am cooking, or baking and the recipe calls for milk, I will use all the milk available to me. Provided it is within the sell by date, and there are no floaties. I guess I figure any bottom milk ickyness is cooked away.

I know what you’re thinking, shake the container and the bottom milk will mix with the rest of the milk. Believe me, this has been pointed out to me more than once. I even have a friend who will shake my container of milk when at my house. This does not offend me, nor change my way of thinking. Even shaken milk will settle and the bottom milk will form again.

Numerous people have told me I am crazy and I can live with that. It has become quite the joke with my family and friends. But just like I will not force a clown upon my brother, I will not consume bottom milk. Both would be quite dangerous for my health.

So why name a website after something I loathe? I guess to be different, or silly. I know my phobia (for lack of a better term) to bottom milk is a pretty unique, and I wanted my site to be reflective of who I am. I guess that is really it. Plus, it gave Troy a chance to draw a fun picture of a scary milk carton. Everyone wins.

So for those of you out there reading this, I know you’re shaking your heads and saying “she is weird”, All I can say is, at least I have never used my vacuum cleaner on my flower beds.  Oh yeah, you know who you are.