Five Things You Don’t Know About Me
Yep, I’m doing this thing.
Five Things You Don’t Know About Me
1. I used to love scary things – like movies and books, haunted houses. In the past few years, though, I find I get SO so disturbed by them it’s just not…good. I KNOW they’re not real. But that’s irrelevant. I remember when I first started watching The Walking Dead a few years ago because friends were raving about it – I barely made it past the first few episodes because it was just so disturbing to me to watch. And I can’t REALLY figure out why. It’s not like I was afraid they were REAL, or that this would really happen and they would come for me (ha). I mean, really, the show was pretty bad – the dialogue and acting were So Bad, so it’s not like I got tricked into the faux reality of it.
Just recently I read a book called The Dogs of Babel. It started out sweet, sad, quirky, lovely, all my favorite things. But just about halfway in, it got So Disturbing, I almost couldn’t continue. If it had been a movie I might have walked out. I mean, I know good stories are supposed to make you FEEL something, but I don’t want to feel like THAT. I did
finish it, the situation did resolve itself more or less and I recommend the book highly. The point is, a few years ago I feel like I would have thought “wow, that was a really good book, it really made me feel all those things.” Now, I maybe don’t WANT to “feel all those things,” as some of them are just too uncomfortable. Is this just a part of getting older? Or…?
2. If I had been born a boy, my parents were going to name me Rusty. Rusty Rainwater. Parents can be so cruel.
3. For the first 35ish years of my life I believed I was part (1/16, to be exact) Cherokee Indian. Because my Great Great Great Grandma Mudd (with her corncob pipe and two long braids) was a Cherokee Indian. At 58, I can’t exactly remember who shared this information with me – I’m assuming it was my mother. I FEEL like it was my mother. But All My Life I believed this to be true. With a name like Rainwater, people were always asking if I was part Indian, and I proudly told them “Yes. Yes, I am. I am 1/16th Cherokee Indian.” I assumed that’s where my love of horses came from. And my feeling of
being at my best when I was close to nature. I never thought TOO much about it. My mother (I think) had told me and I believed her. Just like a parent tells you about Santa Claus. Or that you’re Jewish. Or Swedish. Or whatever. You don’t QUESTION it. They tell you what you are and you accept it.
HOWEVER. Sigh. A few years after my mother died (she died when I was 30) and we were at my aunt’s (my mother’s remaining living sister) house, in conversation with my sister, something was mentioned about us being part Cherokee Indian. “WHAT?!?” And she proceeded to break my heart that day by telling me that we (and I) are NOT part Cherokee Indian, not even a little teeny tiny bit. Not even 1/32. She’d never even heard such a story. I felt like I’d just found out I was adopted. Because a part of me that I had believed to be a certain way All My Life…was not that way at all. I was not who I had always thought I was. And to this day, I have no way of knowing if my mother was just goofing on us and laughing at me for years and years when I believed the story…or if someone had told HER the story and she, also believing it to be true, passed it along to me and my sister. So NOW when someone hears that my last name is Rainwater and asks if I’m part Indian, I say “I used to be.” And still have a story to tell.
4. I don’t like when it stops raining…or if the sun comes out after it snows. I prefer the dark weathery days.
5. When I was nine I had a HUGE crush on Laurie Partridge of The Partridge Family. One of her many enviable talents was being able to raise one eyebrow in a charmingly quizzical fashion. So I sat at my vanity table every night teaching myself to be able to do the same. I’d hold my right eyebrow in place and raise just my left eyebrow. Time after after, night after night…until eventually I could do it as naturally as Laurie (we were on
a first name basis by that point). WELL, 49 years later, my left eye is actually LARGER than my right eye due to all those years of raising JUST that eyebrow. It’s weird looking and I hate it. CURSES, LAURIE PARTRIDGE! CURSES!!!
Now you know a little more about me. Why don’t you share something about you??
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Susan
Love this post. I identify with so much of what you said… hate scary books and movies, and love rainy weather. That was tough for the 35 years we lived in sunny sunny Florida. Still sometimes get annoyed with the weather people who talk about the weather “improving” because it is going to get hotter and drier. Laughed at your Laurie Partridge story, sympathized with your plight of not being Cherokee 😉 Thanks for sharing all!
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bettyewp
Yeah, I always think rainy Washington might be my dream state 🙂 Where did you leave FL for?
Susan
Me too! Now in north Georgia. Four seasons, not too cold in the winter, close to family. Better fit for us than Washington at this stage of our lives. BTW, I have been to Seattle 3 times, and it never rained when I was there. 😉
bettyewp
North Georgia, my sister is in south South Carolina, in Beaufort, right near the Georgia border. Too hot there for me!
No rain in Seattle?? So fickle, that pacific northweat!
Nancy
Whaaaaaa, that last story! Omg! Damn her! But why in heavens name do you like the darker weather! It’s nice to know more of you, you are a very amusing lady!
julia
So, something you don’t know about me… I grew up with 7 dogs all in the house and now I have 7 cats, so not as insane I think. And for the scary and sad and horror things — I feel ‘ya. I think it’s b/c we’re older and we just want everything to be happy and perfect. I see it in my mom to an even greater extent. Plus, I blame Trump for taking away the cushion we had to absorb bad things since he throws the bad stuff at us every day!
Happy Friday!
bettyewp
Ooh, 7 dogs in the house! My parents were not animal fans – well, my father liked animals well enough, he grew up on a farm, yadda yadda yadda, but when they finally let me have a dog when I turned 13, he had to live outside – which was not so fun for him or me. And my mother *really* didn’t like animals, but eventually, after my father passed away (when I was 22), I slipped one cat into the house, she dealt with it and I think kind of liked it…and later when I dognapped (that’s a story for another time) my then boyfriend-then husband-now ex-husband’s dog, she complained at first, but eventually I think she liked the security factor of having a big dog in the house. But SEVEN? That’s a whole lotta dogs.
Robin Walsh
Bettye… re: bullet 2. One of my acquaintances is named Rayne Waters
bettyewp
“re: bullet”?? Rayne Waters. Ha ha ha that’s hysterical. Yep, it’s way funnier when it happens to someone else 🙂
jodie filogomo
OMG….you crack me up Bettye.
So what nationality is Rainwater?? Inquiring minds want to know….
I’ve never like scary things. In fact, only about 5 years ago we were out in CA visiting and we went into the scary show (I figured I was an adult, I could handle it. Besides there was a 10 year old in line in front of me). When someone jumped out at me in line as part of the show…I screamed. Needless to say we left then and there….I hate that kind of thing. And I guess it’s not going to change!!
XOXO
Jodie
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bettyewp
Nationality of Rainwater is German/English. It meant “having lived near a pool of still water.” So the ancestors lived by a puddle. Fancy.
Pauline Starsmore
Yes I am with you on the scary stuff, I used to love to watch Most Haunted and read spooky books, but can’t now. Why don’t you take a DNA test to see if you have any Red Indian in you, I did last year and found I had a very small part Nigerian and a small part N African I suppose it must go a long long way back as I am very light skinned. I like the Rusty Rainwater bit. If I had been a boy I would have been Paul, very boring.
bettyewp
I’m pretty sure (now) I do NOT have any Indian blood in me. My sister just told me that a great great aunt did MARRY a Cherokee man, and maybe that’s how the rumor (?) got started in the first place, but I would not be a blood relative of that union. Re Rusty Rainwater, I do have two cousins – Sandy Shore and Coral Shore. At least those are pretty names.
Sarah
I love all things scary, too, especially haunted houses and the history behind them. I used to watch “Ghost Adventures” and had to shut it off after 3 minutes as it was too disturbing and creepy. Have you ever gone on any ghost investigations? It’s also interesting that you love dark weathery days–I think of those days as being in a minor key and sunny days as a major key with the minor key holding more mystery and intrigue. I was a fan of Laurie Partridge, too, and tried to wear my hair like hers. Anyway, I love your post and thank you for sharing these fun facts!
bettyewp
Ha, Laurie Partridge hair, me too! I would wash my hair at night and while it was still damp put a stretchy headband around my neck, pulling the hair close-in there, and letting it flip up at the ends. Needless to say, this ridiculous system never worked! But I did find two different tops she wore on the show, in local stores, and HAD to have them and thought I was SO SO cool when I wore them, too. She (Susan Dey) wrote a book called “For Girls Only” for teen girls “her personal views on boys, beauty and popularity.” I read it again and again. Oh yeah, it was a deep deep crush.
Susan Marinelli
I too thought Laurie Partridge was the most bestest. Now if you want the hair, you must take three or four orange juice cans (the small ones), tie your hair in a pony tail on top of your head and then roll the hair around the orange juice cans and clamp it with bobby pins. Viola! you wake up with Laurie Partridge hair, and it’s remarkably easy to sleep in, especially when you are twelve. I loved her hair. Unfortunately, I also loved June Lockhart’s hair (Mom from Lost in Space) so I alternated between Laurie hair, and June hair, which was large and bouffant to the max. I also loved Cher hair, and used to iron it in the seventies, once it was a bit longer. Of course, my run in with SunIn resulted in my having orange hair the entire junior year of high school. With thick black eyebrows.
Michelle
Hahah awh oh wow I can’t believe your parents didn’t want to tell you the truth about your heritage… but I’m sure it brought a lot of inspiration over the years to feel passionately about your roots too.