Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Tagged
So it's taken me a little while, but here are seven things you may or may not want to know about me.
1. In college I played three different intramural sports. I played softball, flag football, and basketball. Fact about each:
Softball-My team never scored a run the whole season, though the following year the team one the championship. I think I was bad luck
Basketball-We were pretty much Team Awesome and least two of the seasons and made it to the championship. We didn't win, but that's okay
Flag Football-I was going for a flag, and flew in the air to get it. I got the flag, but when I got up, I looked down at my finger that felt like it was jammed, and it was turned the wrong way. I included a photo of what it looked like. (Notice this guys appears to have 10 broken fingers. I only had one, but I kid you not, the index finger on his left hand, looked just like my left ring finger.) And after the doctor popped that bad boy back into place, I still played the rest of the
season. That's dedication.
2. I'm a strangely built person. And by this I mean, my appendages do not match with my body. I have small hand, and abnormally small feet. My toes and fingers are stubs, in fact on my little toys, there is very little toe nail there. When I'm measured from finger tip to finger tip (supposedly this is how tall you are, I should only come in at 5'3", which is not the case.) But wait...the freakishness not stop there. I was a good 3 inches taller than one of my roommates in college, but whenever we'd measure our torsos and legs to find out where the height came from, we were always perplexed. I have a short torso, and short legs. Then one day we figured it it. I have a long butt! Yes it's true. We're not talking width, we're talking length. This thought was confirmed when my uncle told my aunt that she had a long butt because she was American Indian, and they have long butts. So there you have it, I have an Indian butt!
3. I have a dream to learn to write music and one day right the scores to movies. Nothing makes me happier than listening to a good movie score, and when I'm done John Williams will have nothing on me!
4. One of my fears is riding in cars. Clearly I do it because of necessity, but I really get nervous. I feel a little better when I'm driving because I feel in control, but sometimes riding with others scares the dickens out of me.
5. One of my obsessions is with the African American culture. (Is this what they call it these days? I can't keep up with the political correctness of our time.) Anyway, I LOVE black people. (No I'm not a racist as some have labeled me.) I'm fascinated by them. I am fascinated by their culture and what it would be like to be black. If I had the guts I'd live in the ghetto for a few months and write a paper like that. I'm not sure why I'm so obsessed. I think it's mainly because here are a group of people that are American, just like me, yet we're so different, at least culturally, and I don't know that I could ever complete understand it, and so it fascinates me.
6. At one point in my life, I wanted to be the President of NBC. I'm not sure why, but I remember that's what I really wanted to do. I also wanted to learn to be a DJ and be the one that does all the mixing in the club.
7. This one's kind of strange, but so am I so whatever. So in college I thought it would be the coolest thing to have a pair of slippers that looked like the Sydney Opera house, and I really wanted a pair.
So there you have it. That's me in a nutshell. And no I'm not going to tag anyone because of all the blogs I read; all of those people have been tagged, so the Buck Stops Here!
1. In college I played three different intramural sports. I played softball, flag football, and basketball. Fact about each:
Softball-My team never scored a run the whole season, though the following year the team one the championship. I think I was bad luck
Basketball-We were pretty much Team Awesome and least two of the seasons and made it to the championship. We didn't win, but that's okay
Flag Football-I was going for a flag, and flew in the air to get it. I got the flag, but when I got up, I looked down at my finger that felt like it was jammed, and it was turned the wrong way. I included a photo of what it looked like. (Notice this guys appears to have 10 broken fingers. I only had one, but I kid you not, the index finger on his left hand, looked just like my left ring finger.) And after the doctor popped that bad boy back into place, I still played the rest of the
season. That's dedication. 2. I'm a strangely built person. And by this I mean, my appendages do not match with my body. I have small hand, and abnormally small feet. My toes and fingers are stubs, in fact on my little toys, there is very little toe nail there. When I'm measured from finger tip to finger tip (supposedly this is how tall you are, I should only come in at 5'3", which is not the case.) But wait...the freakishness not stop there. I was a good 3 inches taller than one of my roommates in college, but whenever we'd measure our torsos and legs to find out where the height came from, we were always perplexed. I have a short torso, and short legs. Then one day we figured it it. I have a long butt! Yes it's true. We're not talking width, we're talking length. This thought was confirmed when my uncle told my aunt that she had a long butt because she was American Indian, and they have long butts. So there you have it, I have an Indian butt!
3. I have a dream to learn to write music and one day right the scores to movies. Nothing makes me happier than listening to a good movie score, and when I'm done John Williams will have nothing on me!
4. One of my fears is riding in cars. Clearly I do it because of necessity, but I really get nervous. I feel a little better when I'm driving because I feel in control, but sometimes riding with others scares the dickens out of me.
5. One of my obsessions is with the African American culture. (Is this what they call it these days? I can't keep up with the political correctness of our time.) Anyway, I LOVE black people. (No I'm not a racist as some have labeled me.) I'm fascinated by them. I am fascinated by their culture and what it would be like to be black. If I had the guts I'd live in the ghetto for a few months and write a paper like that. I'm not sure why I'm so obsessed. I think it's mainly because here are a group of people that are American, just like me, yet we're so different, at least culturally, and I don't know that I could ever complete understand it, and so it fascinates me.
6. At one point in my life, I wanted to be the President of NBC. I'm not sure why, but I remember that's what I really wanted to do. I also wanted to learn to be a DJ and be the one that does all the mixing in the club.
7. This one's kind of strange, but so am I so whatever. So in college I thought it would be the coolest thing to have a pair of slippers that looked like the Sydney Opera house, and I really wanted a pair.
So there you have it. That's me in a nutshell. And no I'm not going to tag anyone because of all the blogs I read; all of those people have been tagged, so the Buck Stops Here!
And So It Continues
Conversation at work today:
Coworker: You know what my New Year's Resolution is going to be?
LC: What
Coworker: I'm going to pray that a guy will come into your life
LC:.....laughter
True Story
Coworker: You know what my New Year's Resolution is going to be?
LC: What
Coworker: I'm going to pray that a guy will come into your life
LC:.....laughter
True Story
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