I saw someone post little-known facts about herself on a blog. I thought that would be fun to do here. Most of you know this stuff already, but it's entertaining to be reminded. At least I hope it is. So here it goes with Natrivia: 1. My parents' nickname for me (besides Nat) was Bumbelina Scrumpski. What can I say? My family is weird. (My dad still calls me a shortened version of the nickname, sometimes in public, and it's still embarrassing.)
2. I'm rarely ticklish. Also, I did not know how to spell "ticklish" and had to look it up.
3. I was shocked when (a) I got such a great LSAT score (my mom called me with it while I was at work in Boston); (b) I passed my last law school exam, allowing me to graduate; and (c) I passed the RI bar.
4. My first grade teacher said I couldn't read and thought I had a learning disability. She sent me for testing, and my parents were insulted since I read at home with them. Perhaps she contributed to the lack of confidence manifested in all the instances listed in item #3.
5. I can do a really good cartwheel.
6. I hope that 10 years from now I can still do a really good cartwheel.
7. My girlfriends and I won a lip-sync competition in high school. When they announced we won, some people were booing us since we weren't popular. (Isn't that terrible? It sounds like a scene in a movie.)
8. I loved baseball as a kid (we're Yankees fans--thanks Grandpa!). In high school my favorite player was Dave Righetti. I even wrote a college essay on him. My friend Jack was mad that I got into BC and he didn't. He kept referring to my essay, "I can't believe that they accepted you based on that!" I didn't remind him that my grades were better than his.
9. I'd have a much better chance of dating Dave Righetti now that he's almost 50. Problem is, I looked him up on the internet, and he just isn't as cute as I remember. Then again, neither am I. I didn't recall that he's 6'3"--that was surprising. In any case, it's too late, Dave. You had your chance back in 1980-something.
10. The only time I even remotely care about baseball now is when the Yankees play the Red Sox. What's great is that if the Yankees win, I can taunt the overly-zealous Red Sox fans; but if the Yankees lose I really don't care. The Red Sox fans try to upset me but it doesn't work.
11. I ran cross-country one year in high school. God, that was awful. My two friends/teammates and I had nicknames for one another: Flex, Flash and Flirt. I bet you can easily guess which one was mine! Or, if you can't I'll give you a hint. I wasn't very fast and I wasn't adept at inter-gender communication. Sadly, neither of those things has improved.
