Tuesday, October 09, 2007

tag, I'm it

ptg, that most beautiful of new moms, tagged me. She tagged me last week. I'm just now getting around to it, sad. She hoped it would spur on some creative juices. I'm not sure it helped, but it did get me to post, so there you go.

1. Post these rules before you give you the facts.
2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.
3. At the end of your post, choose (tag) someone and list their name (linking to their page).
4. Leave them a comment on their blog letting them know they’ve been tagged

1) I hate parades. Regardless if there are 76 trombones, or not. I don't like to go to them. The last parade I did attend I was 19 and had just had all of my wisdom teeth pulled a few days before so I was kind of hallucinating during it. Still didn't make me enjoy the floats.

2) The fact that I don't like parades is funny because I am in charge of organizing this weekend's homecoming parade and not only that, but I will be walking in it as well. (Yippee!)

3) I also hate clowns. They scare me and sort of freak me out. But, when I was in my teens I dressed up as a clown for my cousin's birthday. (I think she was 3 at the time) and she knew it was me.

4) I've had over 20 jobs. These range from retail, to waitress, to working with disabled children, to bus driver, to day camp counselor, to supervisor on a large college campus.

Many times I've worked at least two jobs at the same time and sometimes three. This past summer I had six. The longest I've ever worked at one place continually was five years. This was at my last place of employment.

5) Since I was a bus driver, I have a CDL drivers license.

6) When the kids stood up on the bus when I was driving I would shout, "Seat to seat and floor to feet!"
I know, I'm cleaver.
The bus was very old and dark blue in color. I literally had to stand up on the brake to make it stop. Hmm, safe.

7) In college, the first time around, I changed my major many, many, many times. However, the one I finally settled on was English. I was going to get my PhD and teach.
I then had a lousy English teacher who gave me a C in her class and I was none to thrilled. I also thought this meant English wasn't for me.
Skip ahead ten or so years and I what was my undergrad in? English. So, there you go.

8) When I was in my teens I thought I was pretty smart.
In my 20's I thought I was wise.
In my 30's I am baffled and stupefied by what I learn, have learned, and will continue to learn on a daily basis. I truly believe I change in some way each and everyday by something that is said, something new I experience, or from a person I encounter. I can't imagine all of the life lessons I still have to discover and how much of life still lays ahead for me to explore. I realize I may know lots, but ultimately I don't know crap.

I'm not going to tag anyone, but feel free to tag yourself and let me know!


ptg said...

Parades are horrible. That being said, my in-laws *love* them and we're forced to go every year to the July 4th and Labor Day Parades. And now that babygirl is here?? Yea. She'll be in a red wagon flyer. With the grandparents. And the mother? Nowhere to be found, I bet. ;o)

I also was going to do English for my undergrad. I also got a C at midterm, dropped the class, and then retook it in summer school and Aced it without even trying.

And now that I'm 30, I realize how much I don't know and how much there is still to learn.

GirlGoyle said...

Parades suck. Seen one and seen them all. Clowns aren't funny either. There was a time I thought they were silly ( i was 5) but never funny. And there are days in which I feel like I was a passenger on that short and broken bus you drove. :P

Phollower said...

I'm so with you on the parades thing. The Spousal Unit just looooves to watch the big parades on TV; you know, Thanksgiving and Christmas and what have you. I love her enough to allow it. And because she pays the bills.

I'm fairly certain I would've purposely crashed the bus in the hopes of killing all the screaming kids or myself. About 5 minutes into the ride I wouldn't have cared which.