Introductions.

Do you ever have those introductions, particularly in new jobs or the like, where you're asked to say you're name, where you came from and something interesting about yourself? I mean I know who I am, I know where I was born and I'm sure there are interesting things about myself, but as soon as I'm sitting in a circle with everyone looking at me, I freeze.

I end up saying, or stumbling, that my name is j-j-jill and I was born in Perth, Western Australia. Then I have to think about something interesting. I've been skydiving, bungee jumping, in a hot air balloon, driven from one side of Australia to the other 4 times (that's 4100 kilometres, or about 2480 miles each time), heli-hiking and nearly got ran over my first time in a toboggan. I cook a mean caramel slice, I can draw an exact map of the city of Melbourne even though I've never lived there, and I can construct a mean Lego tower. I can also untie any tangled knot, even if no one else can. Those are a few mildly interesting things aren't they? Well without doubt, every time, I end up forgetting every accomplishment of mine and end up blurting out that I am scared of cream and warm milk.

Side note: I am deathly afraid of cream and warm milk. I have to drink my milk with in about 6.5 seconds of being out of the fridge or I am convinced it will have curdled. And, I cannot even think about eating cream. Whipped cream is worse. My reoccurring nightmare is that I am at my local pool and all of a sudden these ninjas run down the hill and push me into the pool which has turned into a pool of whipped cream. And there the nightmare ends, with me drowning in a pool of whipped cream. Yes these are some big problems. Oh dear..

Anyhoo, it puts me in a bit of a pickle when this is all I can say as an interesting thing about me. My irrational food phobias really ought to be saved for perhaps the fourth date/meeting.

But in summary I guess I'd like to say, Hi, my name is Jill or Jillian, I was born in Western Australia and still live in the same house 18 years later. I have a sister who is six years older than me, she works for the radio, a cat and two lovely parents (what are the chances?). I like to cook, yes I do and I am a half-way nurse, one and a half years to go!

p.s - sorry for blurting out my food phobias. Again.