I did one of these things that’s going around Facebook, so I’m just copying it over here. Enjoy.

1. I’ve split my chin open in 3 places on 3 different occasions.
1) Running on my Pepere’s concrete walkway in dress shoes.
2) Sliding head-first down a frozen hill while camping on a Boy Scout trip.
3) Lifting and breaking the handle off a rolling flatbed while working at Harvard Apparatus.

2. I like even numbers…especially the number 4. Whenever I eat a bag of candy, I tend to count out 4 pieces at a time. If the last piece comes out odd it tends to be unsettling for a second or two. I also don’t like when a volume dial is left on an odd number.

3. I’m a big chocoholic. I’d probably be in better shape if it wasn’t for that one little problem.

4. In elementary school, I decided to play soccer during recess while eating a Handi-Snack’s cheese and crackers. Someone bumped into me and the corner of it slashed my face. I still have a faint scar. Read more »

This morning I was stepping out of my apartment, and given the weather, the stairs looked pretty slick. I’ve walked down these frozen steps before without a problem, so I didn’t think today would be any major issue. As soon as my foot hit the top step, I found myself airborne and sliding down the stairs feet first toward the driveway. Whether by quick reflexes or karma, the extent of my damages are a little skin scraped off my ankle. That’s it.

Somehow I manage to come out of lots of situations like these unscathed. I played lots of sports in high school and was always very active as a kid. Now I’m grown up and professional wrestling has taken the place of everyday sports. I’ve taken some pretty bad bumps, landed on my head a couple times, and tweaked my neck in every odd direction imaginable. Through it all I have yet to break a bone or suffer any major injury. My “Achilles’ heel” would have to be my chin, which during the course of my life I’ve managed to split open 3 times in 3 places. That’s the only spot that seems to take any significant damage.

Aside from that, I’ve suffered a concussion from a flying elbow (great story, NOT wrestling-related either) and sprained an ankle playing soccer in high school. For being alive nearly 28 years so far, that’s not too bad.

So far today I’ve received two compliments from co-workers on the shirt I’m wearing. It’s not the first time I’ve worn it, but I guess it’s still relatively new enough to where some people may not have seen it yet. The reason I mention it is because it reminded me of how uncomfortable I am with receiving compliments. Sure, I like hearing them as much as most people do, but for some reason my initial reaction to them is embarrassment. I don’t know where this comes from. I know my dad has the same issue, whether it be embarrassment or something else, not sure about the rest of my family. It’s something I picked up on awhile ago and have since tried making an effort to remedy. If someone’s going to be nice enough to give me a compliment, the last thing I want to do is make them feel like I don’t care because I’m not reacting in a more appreciative fashion. As I’m currently in the midst of a huge personal growth period in my life, this is one more thing to add to the list of things to be aware of and improve on.

I just got back from doing groceries and filling up the tank. Needless to say, I was a little surprised to see that the price of gas was $2.87/gallon. Yeah, you read that right, I just paid $2.87/gallon to fill up my car. Now, obvious questions service at this sudden drop of price. The first of which is, did someone stumble upon an abundance of oil all of a sudden? Or is this perhaps a clearance sale where the soon-to-be-obsolete fuel we’re all familiar with is being rushed out to make way for something none of us have heard of yet? Either way, I’m wondering how we could have possibly thought there were excuses for paying over $4.00/gallon just months ago. I’m certainly not complaining that prices are back down, but something about those previously higher prices just doesn’t sit quite right with me.