51. I’m a picky eater.
52. My food dislikes are based on texture.
53. I don’t eat ground meat.
54. That doesn’t mean I don’t like beef. (For some reason, when I tell people I don’t eat ground meat, they often respond by asking, “What about steak?”)
55. I don’t like the width and texture of spaghetti noodles.
56. Because of that, I didn’t think I liked pasta at all until someone introduced me to fettuccine alfredo as a teen.
57. I love chocolate.
58. I like peanut butter.
59. I don’t enjoy chocolate and peanut butter together.
60. I love tea.
61. My favorite tea is Earl Grey, with a little bit of milk and sugar.
62. I don’t prefer herbal “tea” – it makes me feel like I am drinking potpourri.
63. When I eat, I choose my last bite before I take my first bite.
64. My comfort-food is a grilled cheese sandwich, preferably on sourdough bread.
65. At age four, I learned to read from a Care Bear book bought to prepare me for the birth of my baby brother.
66. Around the same age, that baby brother could multiply 3-digit numbers in his head.
67. In many ways, those two facts summarize most of our similarities and differences as siblings.
68. Both of us love to cook.
69. In a lot of pictures of my brother and me in childhood, one or both of us is not wearing pants.
70. We used to trade off playing “girl games” (Barbie, My Little Pony) and “boy games” (dinosaurs); he claims I still own him a game of Transformers.
71. When I first read the Chronicles of Narnia, it only took me four days to devour all seven books.
72. I despise running.
73. I enjoy Pilates, biking, some aerobics, weight-lifting, and swimming.
74. I was baptized as an infant.
75. After learning about believer’s baptism in youth group, I was convicted that I ought to be baptized again. (I was, in a river in
76. I came to faith in Christ in kindergarten.
77. Paranoid, I repented again and again until a wise chapel speaker at my elementary school suggested that I wouldn’t be worrying about whether or not I really believed in Jesus unless I had truly been saved.
78. In my late teen years, I realized for the first time that regular Bible reading isn’t just for pastors to do.
79. Through the influence of my high school youth group, I came to believe in the active presence and ministry of the Holy Spirit.
80. In college, I embraced Christian feminism.
81. I was adamantly opposed to Reformed theology throughout high school and college.
82. Now, I am a Reformed, charismatic, complementarian Christian.
83. During one summer break from high school, I spent three weeks traveling in
84. I spent the summer of 2000 studying literature in
85. Aaron and I honeymooned in
86. We have vacationed with my parents in
87. I hope to someday visit
88. I’ve now lived away from
89. Somehow I managed to make it through an English major without reading any Charles Dickens; I read his novels for the first time after college.
90. I am horrible at making small talk.
91. I married a man who excels at making small talk.
92. I get very chapped lips, and I have a bad habit of rubbing off the dry skin.
93. As a child, I always got annoyed when my mother sang along to songs in the car.
94. I always sing along to songs in the car.
95. I have a freckle above my right earlobe that I often mistake for a spot of dirt.
96. Same goes for two freckles on the palm-side of my left index and pinky fingers.
97. Both of my grandfathers are in their mid-nineties.
98. I really enjoy filling out forms and paperwork.
99. I invited President George H. W. Bush to my 7th birthday party.
100. I am named after my (now-deceased) grandmothers, Ann and Jenny.