I also had club feet-which means my feet were turned inwards.
When I was 2 days old, I was put into a cast from the waist down to help correct my legs/feet.
When the cast was removed the doctor and my mother discovered it had rubbed a huge raw spot on the top of my left ankle. I still have the scar.
I had to wear a special brace on my shoes until I was a year old. Because of this I didn’t walk until I was 13 months old.
When I was 18 months old I was dancing around our living room, fell and hit my upper lip on the corner of a table. Three stitches and the scar is still visible.
I am an only child.
My cousin Christie lived next door-we fought worse than sisters but today I am closer to her than anyone.
My first dog’s name was Tuffy. He was a German Shephard mix.
I loved to watch reruns of Gunsmoke, The Brady Bunch and Gilligan’s Island when I was little.
I used to threaten my mom of running away to live with the Brady’s if I didn’t get my way.
I would stand on the end table, pull the curtain around me, make my mom introduce me as “Ginger” and sing a song from a Disney album called “Little Goldie Goldfish.” I was all of 2.
I loved to dress up, go outside, roll in the dirt then walk in and tell my mom to wash my clothes with Tide.
If I saw a hairstyle on TV I liked, I made my mom fix my hair that way. I’m like this still.
I started taking ballet and tap when I was 3 1/2.
In my first and only ballet recitle I was a “Bat Mite.” I had to quit when I began Kindergarten.
When I started school I loved it until a girl in my class threw up. I would scream and cry to go home every day-even went as far as running down the street. The bus driver had to run after me.
I have always had a strange fear of people when they throw up. I have no idea why. I still have a bit of this fear.
I got over hating school and excelled.
I read 7 books in Kindergarten, which, in 1978, was a huge deal.
I used to run after a boy in my class named Adam trying to kiss him. We were boyfriend/girlfriend until 4th grade when we were ‘divorced.’
Adam is my best friend today. We can’t believe we have known each other for 27 years.
I had my tonsils removed when I was 6. First and only time I have had to stay in a hospital.
It was one of the worst experiences of my life.
When I was 8, Christie and I were playing on our patio and she pushed me out of a chair. When I fell my hand landed on a glas ash-tray. 9 stitches on my right hand-on the palm, just below my thumb-scar is still visible.
I’m beginning to sound accident prone.
Yet again, when I was 10, we were throwing crab apples at the boys next door. I hit my hand on a barrel used to burn trash. Needless to say it was rusty-4 stitches on my right hand, on the palm, just below my thumb-on both sides of the other stitches.
In the fourth grade we studied China because my teacher had an odd fascination about the country. She told me-because my feet are small-that they looked like the feet of a Chinese woman after she had bound them. So much for encouragement at a young age.
I absolutely loathed my 5th grade teacher. I could raise my hand to ask a question and she would write my name on the board and the number of minutes taken out of my breaktime. My mom had a conference with her and the principle after this continued. I ended up with straight A’s.
I was known to talk a lot in class. Imagine that.
In the 6th grade, for our class trip, we went to Williamsburg, Virginia. I had a good time until the last 2 days. I started my period the DAY we went to Busch Gardens. Needless to say I was miserable.
I loved junior high and made excellent grades. My favorite teacher of all time was Mrs. Guthrie, simply because she let me get away with anything I wanted. Yet, I learned a lot at the same time.
My dad died of a massive heart attack when I was 15. He was 47.
His brother was killed 2 days later, by a drunk driver, while on his way to the funeral.
I have a lot of painful memories of this time that I would give anything to forget.
I became rebellious in 11th grade. My grades slipped, I started smoking, I fought with my mom. Typical teenage angst.
I never drank nor took drugs.
I, again, could get away with quite a bit with the teachers. I have this charm about me. I could even get out of class just because. I still made good grades, though.
I went to high school with Jennifer Garner (Alias). She graduated the year before.
I remember when the Gulf War started.
We didn’t have to take an English mid-term because we were all glued to CNN.
I graduated in 1991.
My first car was a red Pontiac Sunbird with a sunroof. The best car ever.
My first semester of college I made straight A’s. I then became bored with college.
I can’t remember the number of times I have gone back for a semester and didn’t go back the next.
I collect quite a few things. Barbies, dolls, Hello Kitty and frogs.
I’ve been in love once in my life.
If you want to know how that worked out-I currently live on my own, in an apartment, with two rats-Ozzy and Templeton.
I have a photographic memory. When I took tests in school I could actually see the place in my notes an answer was-in my head.
I want to finish college and get SOME type of degree.
I love kids. If teachers were paid more, I would have become one.
I want to have at least 2 kids. Hopefully I find a man soon.
I have a wide range of music likes. Too many to list.
I like musicals.
I have 8 tattoos. None of which are visible unless I show.
Although I’m old enough to make decisions such as these, my mom hates when I get something new done.
I’m a hopeless romantic and believe in the idea that some day-I will kiss a frog and he’ll turn into my prince-hence the name of my domain.
Maybe I’ll finish this later-when I can think of more ‘interesting’ items to add.
I guess it’s later so I’ll add more crap. I believe it’s over a year later.
I have an obsession with cute things. Hello Kitty in particular. I’m planning a tattoo of her on my shoulder.
My rats are still my babies. I adore the little critters. Spoiled? Yes. Just like one would spoil a dog or cat. Ozzy pouts if I don’t talk to him. Like at this very moment.
I have a bad habit (another obsession?) with buying watches. I’m to the point that it takes me a few minutes to determine the watch for the day.
I believe this could be considered obsessive/compulsive disorder.
I don’t know why I bother typing all of this out-it isn’t like any of you give a rat’s ass.
But I do enjoy finding out how strange I am through my own typing.
I want to live in a cabin in the woods. Alone. However I’m still trying to figure out how to get electricity and DSL in the middle of nowhere.
I hate the time 10:13. I may have mentioned this before, but I’ll mention it again. If I look at a clock and the time is 10:13, I have to stare at it until it changes to 10:14.
Now that is obsessive/compulsive.
I wonder how long this list could go before a shrink contacted me?
