One of my friends on facebook tagged me with the “16 Things for 16 Friends” meme and I figured I would do it here and kill two birds with one stone! 🙂 I would love for you to play along but I refuse to tag anyone. Soooooooooo… if you do play along, let me know so I can stop by your posting to check it out.
The rules are: Once you’ve been tagged, you’re supposed to create a note about yourself with 16 random thoughts, facts, goals, interesting things about yourself and tag 16 of your friends (including the person who tagged you). If you’ve been tagged, it’s because someone wants to learn more about you!
Here we go… (see… told you I couldn’t stay away from blogging!)
One of my uncles works for the IRS. I dreamed the other night that he had been let go after working there for his entire life, just before he was ready to retire. He had been let go because they were closing shop.
The very first car I purchased was a stick-shift. I had no idea how to drive it. Therefore, my boyfriend at that time test drove it and I spent the next week killing it at every intersection then popping and jolting through when the light turned green.
I once had sex in a storage unit on the edge of an upright mattress that was wedged between a chest of drawers and a desk. We sprung the springs on that side of the mattress and it was never the same when it got moved out of storage.
When I was younger, I picked my nose and ate it. (Collective groan of disgust.) I broke the habit when I got caught doing it by my sister and her boyfriend when we were in our teens. (I know! Gross! Old enough to know better.) Interestingly enough, I mentioned this embarrassing moment to her just last weekend and she has no recollection of it. I was scarred for life, however.
I don’t go to horror movies. I have an overactive imagination that absorbs images that haunt me for years to come. Ya know in the preview for Dawn of the Dead that came out in 2004 where all the people were pressed against the glass, clawing to get out (or in)? Ye-eah. That image still haunts my nightmares at times. (Even now, when I researched it [yes, I am a glutton for punishment] to make sure I had the title correct, I watched the trailer in broad daylight and still have shivers and feel like someone is watching over my shoulder. shit.)
My very first job was at McDonald’s. That was back when they used real food and it was cooked as you were waiting for it, or just moments before, rather than hours ahead and held in a “holding bin.” I won first prize in a crew meeting because I knew all 10 ingredients that went into a Big Mac: “2 all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, onions, pickles on a sesame seed bun. Oh! And salt and pepper.” Interestingly enough, I worked counter at the time. No one in grill knew the answer. Apparently none of them watched as much television as I did! Also, while I worked there, they introduced the McDLT. It happened to be my favorite sandwich. Hot patty and cheese on one half. Cold, crisp lettuce and tomatoe on the other. They can’t serve it anymore, I guess, because they cannot figure out how to keep the hot side hot and the cold side cold without using a styrofoam container. Sad.
A few years ago, I was a part of a professional, touring belly dancing troupe for a year. Around this same time, I learned how to drum. My instrument of chose is a Djembe and I have a hand-made, master-crafted KazDrums Djembe to call my own.