Apparently Bubba has tagged me. I think this officially makes me a blogger. The object of being tagged - I need to tell you 7 things about me that you didn't know. Hmmm, I share quite a bit with you so this is taking me a while to come up with. Well, here it comes ....
1. I'm adopted. I'm a twin and my sister and I were adopted at birth. The most annoying thing about being adopted is when people ask me, "So your brother, (who is 2 years older than me, and was also adopted at birth) is he really your brother or is he adopted too?" WHAT?! Of course he's my brother. What kind of question is that. I guess I understand why they ask but what they don't realize is my family is the only family I know. I don't go up to people asking them, "Hey, are you sure that's your brother cause he looks a lot like the milk man." Sorry, that's pretty crass. I do like to answer the question, "Did your mother know she was having twins?" Nope, she had no clue until after we were born and got the phone call from her lawyer. :)
2. My husband was only the second man I ever dated. Wow, that's pretty wild when I start thinking about it. We dated for 4 years and then got married. Will I be happy if my daughter only dates 2 men and then decides to marry one of them? Nope, but I'll have to trust that she knows herself well enough to take one of the biggest steps of her life.
And no, I didn't forget about my son. I see Zak getting married at 35. I imagine he'll be dating a lot between 16 and 34. :)
3. I can eat a container of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey in one sitting. And if the container was bigger I would probably keep going. I love ice cream. I get tired of chocolate, candy, popcorn and other snacks but for some reason I could just keep on eating and eating ice cream. Very scary. :0
4. I hate long car rides. HATE, HATE, HATE them!!! Driving up to Madison last year was torture for me. Thank God my family and tri-mates kept me occupied most of the time. Growing up we would drive to northern Wisconsin and it was never pleasant for me. My sister has these great memories of looking out the window and just spending time with the family. Not me. It's interesting how the same experience can affect everyone differently.
5. I was voted the shyest person in my high school graduating class. I remember this girl coming up to me and telling me I wasn't really the shyest person in our class. That it was really someone else and that I should tell all my friends to vote for her and not me. All I could say was "OK". There was no way I was going to tell anyone who they should vote for. I could barely say hi to most of the people at school. Like I was really going to tell people who to vote for, that's funny.
6. I was a licensed EMT from 1997 to 2001. I never worked as an EMT and didn't want to but when I was running on a path in Park Forest back in 1996 a man collapsed right at the trunk of my car. I had no idea what to do. Luckly it was a Sunday morning and there was a large group of people around. One of them being a doctor. Someone had a cell phone and called 911. Fortunely the young man was ok but it made me realize I didn't know CPR or much else for that matter if someone got hurt and there was no help around. So I took a 16 week class at Moraine Valley Community College. I had the best time taking that class. I was also training for the 1997 Disney Marathon at the time. It was nice finishing the class and taking the state exam and then going on a running vacation after it. Thankfully I have never had to use anything I learned from the class. Well, actually now that I'm writing this, there was the year at Danskin when a young girl was severely dehydrated and disoriented. Her friends were panicing and didn't know what to do. My sister went and got a police officer who was finishing up directing traffic and Keri and I got her to the curb and sat her down. She couldn't drink anything with out heaving. Luckly the ambulance arrived quickly. I hate Danskin. It's so over crowded and so hot. I feel like it's a disaster waiting to happen - Chicaog Marathon 2007.
7. I hit a tree head on while sledding as a child. I received 21 stitches in my forehead and had a scar that showed for many, many years after that. To this day I have extremely vivid dreams, especially nightmares. And I can't help but wonder if it's from getting knocked in the head so hard.
Well, that's it. Ok, who gets tagged. Well, hmmm ....... Bubba named a couple of people. I only have a couple of blogger friends so I tag
and I love reading
Iron mom Jenny
Marcy. Not sure if they will read this but, I'll put it out there anyway.
Thanks for listening. Boy, I feel better now. :)