Five things you REALLY wouldn't have known 'bout me...

After looking at what I posted for "Five Things You Might Not Know About Me", I was thinking, "Hmmm... that didn't really say much 'bout me." Here are some more personal tidbits about me:

1. (after reading Bossch's) After three months of stealing from various stores during my senior year in high school, I finally got caught at Rite Aid - stealing a radar detector. My life of crime started when a friend dared me to get something for him. It continued with me getting away with various items: CDs, food, clothes, shoes, and even a bike. And it was always for other people. I never kept any of the things I took. My parents grounded me for the remaining six months of senior year. Those "friends" who got me into it stopped hanging with me... which, in hindsight, was a blessing in disguise. Those guys got into tons of trouble...

2. Up until I was in kindergarten (or even first grade), I would pee in bed a lot. For fun. Okay, that's not true. There's nothing more irritating to the skin than dried urine. Looking back at that time, I must have had serious psychological issues. Because of my problem, my mom inserted a plastic covering under the regular sheets in my bed. I was SO embarrassed back then. But now? Yeah... still embarrassing.

3. The worst job I ever had was a telemarketing job in downtown Seattle. I used to make cold calls for the American Lung Society and, oddly enough, I was great at it. I used to rake in tons of donations, working along side the ex-psycho....errr... girlfriend. She used to get SO mad at me 'cause of my high numbers. I got promoted to informing Group Health customers about their insurance coverage in Eastern Washington. I left the job when the ex- was let go and didn't want me working there anymore 'cause of how they treated her. Yes, she had serious issues. But, hey, that's why she's the ex-.

4. I have aspirations of being a stand-up comedian. My realistic goal is to perform one time, just once, at an Amateur Night type show. I've been to one of those at Giggles - it looks REALLY tough. Personally, I'd consider myself to be only "somewhat" funny... and only in conversational situations... and only when I laugh in that way that forces others to laugh along... I'm not one of those people who thinks, "I could do that!" It's more like, "That looks like a lot of fun... I wish I could be funny like that." I'm going to make sure to invite all my friends to my amateur debut... (As a side note, I'd also love to be a professional dancer... hip-hop... but, I've let that dream go...)

5. At age thirteen, I was babysitting my little sister (who was four at the time) and I was bored out of mind. Seeing her LONG straight hair (to her back), I asked her, "Do you want me to curl your hair for you?" (uhhh...yeahhhh... please, don't ask) She said, "Sure..." so I took the curling iron (ol' school spikey kind) and practiced first without plugging it in. I quickly rolled a huge chunk of hair quickly from the bottom of her back up to her shoulder. I suddenly had problems unraveling it. Like, SERIOUS problems trying to remove the curling iron. OH SH*T! IT'S STUCK! I wanted to cry and was in full panic mode. My strict parents would be home any minute and their little darling daughter's beautiful locks were wrapped tightly around the curling iron. It was just dangling out of her head. Thankfully, my little sister, only four years old, felt my anguish and accepted my pleas for help. She ended up telling my parents that SHE (not ME) tried curling her hair and was unable to remove the tangled curling iron. They were so pissed but, feeling the loss of her hair was enough, never ended up punishing her. It took some time before her bob grew back out to its long length. My sister was SO loyal to me that she didn't end up telling my parents the truth until she was eighteen. I ended up being grounded for two weeks... at age twenty-seven. Sad... but true.