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This week the Debs are sharing things about themselves that might be weird, strange or that most people might not know.
So, hi, I’m Jenni and…
1. When I was little, my mom would make our Halloween costumes. Here I am, as a flower. My older brother is a dinosaur.
2. I’m not technically allergic to anything, but the smell of mint nauseates me. The only toothpaste that doesn’t leave me feeling ill is Aquafresh (the orange box).
3. I’ve never broken any bones, but I have a scar on my eyebrow from a dog bone my brother chucked at me. I’ve since forgiven him.
4. I was born during a blizzard in January, and it snows every year on my birthday. The weather also involves itself in other big moments of my life. It down poured on my wedding day, daughter’s baptism day, and during my book launch party.
5. My husband and I got together because we ran into each other three weekends in a row. We planned the fourth run in.
6. Before having kids, I used to be active in endurance races (marathons, triathlons) and CrossFit. My husband is much more badass and has completed an IronMan. I’d like to get back into it all in a few years when I have a bit more “me” time.
7. While I love water and the ocean, I tend to freak myself out in the waves because of sharks, crabs, and any other marine life with sharp teeth/claws. Still, in Hawaii, my husband got me surfing. I surprisingly didn’t think about sharks once, until I was catching my breath, sitting on the board, feet dangling in the water. That was the end of my surfing career.
8. My hometown is surrounded by towns called Pottstown, Pottsgrove, etc. So in high school, when I picked my SAT location, I saw Pottsville and assumed it was close. On exam day, my dad drove me over 2 hours to get there.
9. Soccer was my childhood (my shins are still unable to tan), and I went to Villanova University via a soccer scholarship.
10. I have a typewritten 1934 manuscript from one of my ancestors, Williard Douglas Coxey, called A SON OF THE DEVIL: A Tale of Love and Witchcraft in Old Salem. While Williard has two previously published novels, he fell ill while writing this story and it was never published. He was also a press agent for the Ringling Brothers Circus, which he joined in 1891, and served as the managing editor of The Philadelphia Times. Along with Williard’s unpublished manuscript, I also have his diary, which he has titled “The Sketch of My Life Up Until My Seventeenth Birthday.” I don’t know how yet, but I’d love to include Williard in my future writing career.
