"Some people die by the drop"

My blog was very attention starved, as I neglected it for the entire month of May. My post from the other will clearly show you that the month+ break did not give me anything worthwhile to write/read. This was until yesterday of course, when the wonderful Christine wrote a post I am totally stealing the concept of.
I know everyone that reads my blog, I think. At least to a point. But now I am going to tell you 3 things about myself that you may not know. You have to return the favor by telling me 3 things about yourself that I may not know. You can comment on mine, send me a message, or even follow in my footsteps and write your own blog post to share the love and facts.

1. If you know me even a little, you will know that I love good food. What less people know is my super power to remember meals long past. I actually remember major life events by recalling the meals surrounding those events. I remember places much better if I had a meal there. For example, the other day my sister asked if we had ever been to Bethany. I struggled to remember, but finally went "Oh yes, we stopped at the McDonalds in Bethany on the way up to see Coldplay last summer!" It wasn't until later that I remembered my several trips there for different high school functions. If you doubt this super power, just ask my family. It is kind of a game we play sometimes. I don't think I have ever lost.

2. As mellow as I try to be, I am a serious over-thinker. I prefer email to phone calls because I can meticulously edit an email 12 times before sending it. Conversations are planned out in my head over and over before they actually happen. Sometimes I have to ask people if a conversation ever really took place. I spent an entire year of school with a huge crush on somebody and specifically planned to explain it on at least 6 million different occasions, but never did. Sometimes things wander into the ridiculous, like when I find myself particularly bored in the library and I start to wonder how I would Jason Bourne my way out of a situation if needed to (which furniture to throw through which window and such.) I have on at least one occasion wondered how I would Red Dawn my way out of a situation as I was falling asleep at night. Answer: Hide out in the field until the dirty soviets get comfortable in my house, then come in and go all Swayze on them.

3. I never cry.

Okay, I rarely cry. But I am easily moved and get goosebumps over lots of things. Sometimes I feel a little guilty because I will get goosebumps one night while watching the end of Return of the King, and get the same goosebumps the next morning singing my favorite hymn at church. Dark Side of the Moon gets me more often than not. Seeing Jack White jump off stage in the middle of "Carolina Drama" to lift a passed out girl over the safety rail gave me some serious goosebumps.
Actually, the entire concert being about 15 feet away from Jack gave me goosebumps.
The series finale of Lost DEFINITELY got me. Almost to tears, but not quite.

Now you know a little more about me. Maybe you understand me a little more or less.
Your turn to 'fess up.