I like numbers a lot. They are such a superb way of organizing things. I love the logic of them and the clearness of what is right and what is wrong when you deal with them. I am very grateful to whoever came up with them (was it the Greeks?). Sometimes I like to look at non-math things in terms of numbers. Like my life. So here, my friends, is my partial autobiography in numbers:
33 – my current age
26 – the number of jobs I have had, not counting babysitting and math tutoring
63 – the number I probably think of when you ask me to think of a number
18 – the age I was when I first moved far from home
20 – the age I was when I first moved to another continent
22 – the age I was when I met my husband.
4 – the number of pets I have had in my life. (1 was a rabbit. 3 were fish) 4 is also the number of knocks I do when I knock on doors. 4 is also the number of countries I have lived in for over six months. This was also the age I calculated the sun to be in my final astronomy exam after a page of formulas. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t find where I’d messed it up. This was fourteen years ago and it still haunts me. I was also born on the 4th of the month of my birth. As were my husband and one of my best friends. Here’s what some people have to say about that.
3 – the number of things I most like to see together in a grouping. also what I consider to be the ideal weekend length
29 – the age I was when I got married
6 – the number of times I have read my favorite book. Also, the maximum number of people I am comfortable cooking dinner for. (Unless everyone is ok with having spaghetti. Then the sky is the limit.)
1 – number of bananas I eat each day. Also, the usual number of times I will allow myself to hit the snooze button on weekdays.
47 – the other number I might think of when you ask me to think of a number.
50 million – the jackpot amount at which I will consider buying a lottery ticket
Oct 16, 2058 – the day the death clock says I’m going to die
8 – the dollar amount at which some cheese I am considering buying starts to look too expensive. Also, the number of people that my brain perceives as a crowd when deciding whether to be nervous about speaking in front of a crowd.
40 seconds – the amount of time I can plank before I collapse (this is a vast improvement over the 5 seconds of 1 month ago)
3 minutes – the approximate amount of time that you can talk about one thing and have me still be listening.
5 – the number of airline points cards I have signed up for in my lifetime.
0 – the number of free or discounted flights I have had from said cards
My One Precious Life 
This is great! I love how random but very fun your facts are! 🙂
Why thank you.
This is cute! I hate numbers. I’ve always been a words girl. Numbers are too objective. 😉
But that’s the best part!
That’s the worst part! I can’t bullshit my way through numbers!
Sure you can. It’s called “statistics.”
1. I looked up the numerology of my birthday (the 12th) and it was freaky accurate. I always thought those things were designed to be somewhat vague so they’d apply to you no matter what, but the last part actually gave me chills — it says I need to learn to focus my creativity on a certain field, which is what I consistently find myself struggling with.
2. http://chrisguillebeau.com/3×5/frequent-flyer-challenge-follow-up/ <– I want to try this but I'm afraid I'm not organized enough.
3. 8 is my favorite number. I don't know why.
4. What is this death clock?? Wait. I don't want to know. Really. I certain palm reader implied that I was going to die at 33. Actually, she said I have 2 spirit guides but I'll only have them until I'm 33, which I figure can only mean one thing. At least I think that's what she said… I was fairly inebriated at the time, but I'm scared to get my palm read again, lest this age is confirmed. So yeah. Let's pretend you never mentioned this death clock.
I'm stopping at 4. I figure it will make you happy. 🙂
Yeah, I don’t really give much faith to numerology or zodiacs or anything like that, but I’m not ruling them out either. (Related note: they did a survey a few years ago, and that turned out to be the majority of Canadians’ religious beliefs about God and the afterlife: “I’m not ruling it out.” I kind of really love that.)
That frequent flyer thing looks a little mental – he’s signing up for loads of credit cards! His credit history must be a disaster!
You can google death clock. I think it’s put out by the heart and stroke foundation or something. They ask for your age, sex and BMI and then tell you when you’re going to die. Obviously doesn’t take into account things like freak train accidents or deadly spider bites.
I just checked your blog again today and realised I had been missing all your posts again. I had to click ‘follow’ again, this is weird. Anyway, great post! I don’t like numbers that much but it’s a good idea to take them as a basis for a fun post 🙂
I’ve noticed that’s been happening to my older followers. I have no idea why.
But yes, it is fun to sit down and think about how you can quantify life. I actually do it in my head quite a lot.