Who Are You Anyway?

It has been brought to my attention that I don't have a profile about myself on this blog. There's a very good reason for that. I don't have anything to say about myself. I mean, it's not like I'm an interesting person, or even a sort of interesting person. I'm just me. I feel like Anne from Anne Of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery when she says something to the effect of, if only I could tell you what I imagine about myself. I'd quote it for you exactly, but I can't find my book in the remodeling mess and that's as close as you're going to get.

So today for my blog, I'm going to tell you the top ten things I imagine about myself. Maybe next week I'll do a top ten real things, but don't count on it. Imagination is so much better than real life. So anywho, here we go.

10: I am an elf. Seriously. I have long flowing hair that never gets mussed up, I will never grow old, but I might die of a broken heart if my one true love gets killed in an epic battle of good versus evil. I rock with a bow and arrow and am extremely graceful. What's not to love?

9: I'm a famous author. Just think J.K. Rowling but with a few zillion more books sold. And don't forget, I'm an elf which makes this all so much cooler.

8: I'm young. In my twenties. I know this seems to contradict the whole elf thing, but it doesn't.

7: I don't walk with a limp. This might have something to do with my falling down the stairs a couple of days ago and may not be the best use of an imaginary detail, but limping has been on my mind lately.

6: I am a concert pianist, and Jon Schmidt wants to be like me when he grows up. Okay, it may be the other way around, but hey, this is my imaginary list so shhhh.

5: I'm smart. Not to be confused with a smart alec. There is a distinct difference.

4: I'm so awesome that my kids always obey me, and I never have to put them in timeout or drag them bodily up the stairs for dinner. Or showers. Or church. Or . . . Um yeah, this could go on and on.

3: I like cleaning. I figure the only way this is going to happen is if I pretend really hard.

2: The elements serve me, and I can call lightning from a clear sky, so don't mess with me.

1: And the number one imaginary thing about me is . . . um. Wow this is hard. Oh yeah! I'm an elf. Did I mention that being an elf is awesome?

Who are you in your inner mind? Drop a comment and let me know.