7 wierd things

I've been Tagged, so that means I get to write seven weird things about myself. Eh hem. Here goes.


7) My dream career is to star in the role of Eponine in Les Miserables. Yes, I have a burning secret desire to die onstage and sing angry belty music.

6) I don't know how to use toilet bowl cleaner. I grew up using the good ol' kitchen knife. (pauses for collected groan of disgust). I put one of those tank tablets in the bowl by mistake, fastidiously following the directions to let it sink to the right hand side (it just went down into the deep hollow at the bottom, of course. I knew, logically, that this would happen, but because the directions told me to drop it in that way I thought that maybe they were special magic tablets that would somehow stick to the side of the bowl). And then I flushed, and my toilet overflowed randomly for two weeks. We had house guests.

5) I love, love love, the princess diaries. (the book, not the movie). And also, I love nancy drew and the sweet valley twins and the babysitter's club. I don't read them anymore out of shame, but I didn't stop until I was 21.

4) I don't shave my legs above the knee all winter. Usually. And sometimes not during the summer, either. Usually I'll do a marathon shave if I know I'm gonna have to appear somewhere in a bathing suit, but that's it. (Thank goodness i married a birkenstock-wearer.)

3) When I lived at home, I used to gross my sisters out by running after them with boogers streaming from my nostrils. (OK-- that was a major confession. You people who I tag better come up with some serious material.) Also I used to dive into our murky, green swimming pool in the middle of the winter with my sunday clothes on to make my sisters laugh.

This information is now deleted from all of your mental databanks.

2) I drive a bird-poop covered, 96 red intrepid. It's not just your average one or two embarrassing spots on the windshield or roof, we're talking more than a hundred white and brown splotches at any given time, all over the roof, the trunk, the windshield, and some on the doors and passenger windows. The reason: we park under a tree. It's the only spot to park on our lot. We live on a little bit of acreage in the middle of a suburban cement park, and so all the birds come live with us. (all the cats, too-- I've seen, like, five different ones just sauntering casually around our doorstep. Too bad we're vegetarians.) ANyway, no matter how we wash or clean our car, it's poop covered by noon the next day.

I try to avoid looking at people in the parking lot.

1) When I was 14 years old, I had a major crush on my bishop. And once I had a dream that I was his polygamous wife. An innocent dream-- nothing sensual or anything, I just wore this weird looking red jumper and cleaned his floors-- but it really shook me up and I got over the crush soon thereafter.


OK, now y'all know some incriminating things about me-- so I need to get some people back. Lucy, Noelle, Janelle, Sherpa, Jeremy, Garry, Maren-- you're up.