Wednesday, 21. September 2011 4:07
My good friend Flannery over at Living on the Spectrum: The Connor Chronicles, awarded me with a meme. I’ve never received one nor do I know what one is, but she compared it to a fungus and well, I’m honored to have her fungus. Apparently, said meme involves telling you seven things you don’t know about me, that may or may not be pivotal in your admission to ever knowing me at all.
1) I drove a fork lift for two summers to help with college expenses (i.e. quarter beers at the Gin Mill). Toward the end of summer number two, I was introduced to a fine young man whom I was to train for my position. While going through the safety points, he copped attitude. I apologized and asked him if he had already been trained to do this. He replied, “If you can do this, I’m pretty sure I’ve got it covered.”
I handed him the keys, and drove my little warehouse scooter back to my office. Fifteen minutes later there was loud crashing. I remained seated at my computer. My boss came in with a very bulbous vein protruding from his forehead. When I explained what happened, he promptly released fine young man (who was merely a temp) from his duties. Sweet justice.
2) I have a horrible fear of opening pressurized tube dough.
3) I grew up on a farm. I raised a lamb, neglected by its mother at birth (during a harsh winter) to adulthood. The lamb was really like a puppy and knew when he saw the school bus, I would be home to feed him. One morning he actually squeezed through the fence, followed me to the bus stop, and jumped on the bus. Guess what song I own the copyright to? “Jesse’s Girl”. I digress. When my lamb reached adulthood he became an ungrateful bastard, backed up ala Spanish bull style, charged me, bowled me over, knocked the wind out of me, and returned to his original position to trample me. I am now a city girl.
4) My secret fantasy career is to be a backup singer.
5) On Saturday nights, as a kid, I lived for “The Love Boat” and “Fantasy Island”. See, I grew up on a farm.
6) I won a perfect score at a state music competition for a solo I sang in grade school. I can no longer carry a tune in a bucket. No lie. I sing like Elaine Benes dances. It doesn’t stop me from doing it, but I suck.
7) I saved someone’s life once.
I’m glad there’s not an 8 because I would have to confess that I have yet to find a pair of underwear that doesn’t make it’s home in my crack. At least one cheek is always exposed beneath my clothing. This might be the main reason for my sometimes abrasive moods.
So’s not to break the award chain, I’d like to bestow this coveted prize to my friend Cari over at bubblegumonmyshoe.com. I love her.