Tuesday, April 29, 2008

2 minutes of your life you will never get back...

I am totally stealing this post idea from Mindi- so all of you that came over from her blog...It's her idea, but I am taking it and making it my own. She got me into this blog thing so she is also helping out in the idea area. I am going to post 5 things you might not know about me... Why am I doing this? Because it is my blog, and I really have some funny things about me that many of you might not know.

#1- My dad is a mortician... I would like to say this is me standing next to the family vacay wagon, but it isn't. My hair isn't red. The fact that my first home was a mortuary, I've ridden in cars with dead bodies, and the first thing my family checks in the newspaper is the obituaries will answer alot of questions about me. It isn't like My Girl or Six Feet Under... It was an normal abnormal part of my life. Someday I'll write a book... there is too much for one little paragraph!



#2- I am not a very good car traveler. I only have about a 6 hour radius of places I'll go in a car. I don't know if it is because I get car sick or just a little keyed up and antsy...Who knows. I was about divorced once over Thanksgiving in Reno. I am worse than most kids in the car and really don't like to take long distance trips in the automobile. When I moved 12 hours from home it widened a bit because I knew it was an awful means to an end.

#3- I taught High School for 10 years. I broke up fights, had drunk students, chaperoned the Jr. Prom...sometimes at the same time. When I started teaching I was only 5 years older than my aide...strange! I taught English and History to 9th and 10th graders. I loved it and sometimes miss is. Now I can't get anyone to listen to me talk about the Russsian Revolution or Shakespeare's sonnets... My students had to pretend to listen- I was giving the grades. I couldn't have taught Elementary School...snot and shoes? NO WAY! Maybe I never really left High School so I had to go back and live the dream some more. Yeah Right! Going back as a teacher is crazy... maybe all of my teachers knew more than I gave them credit for...YIKES!



#4- I love to pick things. When I grow up I want to be an aesthecian- get paid to pick people's zits. I will admit that I have even looked up zit picking on You Tube. My family thinks I am sick and wrong. I have told my middle school aged son that the only reason I had him was to pick his zits when he went through puberty. He still won't let me at them. I know there are some of you that think this is gross, and then there are some of you that are right in my boat- forever looking at people's zits and wondering how you could acidentally bump into their face so you could get the zit on their chin.


#5- I am an adrenaline junkie! I procrastinate and then scramble to get things done. For instance... I am hosting a bridal shower at my house in two days and haven't really thought about what I am doing. I have a few random thoughts and have made a few assignments to those that are helping me, but I will wait until Wednesday night to really think about it and then have to bust a move all day on Thursday to get everything done. I love that I am flaky...hopefully it will turn out and be a smashing success. It is a crap shoot every time- We'll see!

9 comments:

hannie said...

I love picking things too...ryan hates this about me and we have almost gotten divorced before we even got married a few times because of my need to pick. I tell him "i'm workin on it baby..i'll try to stop" but really, i don't think i will, i will just do it in private...or to him when he's asleep...

Andrea W. said...

I think I'm the same on the driving thing, I don't love it, never did and I don't think I ever will. Maybe when I don't have kids fighting and throwing up I'll like it more, but I'm not so sure.

I got your darling shower invite, so cute. I hope I can come as I'm sure it will be fabulous. I'm totally the same way with last minuteness.

Angie said...

Not sure if you remember, but I too had to join "pickers anonymous". Shawn and my kids think I am nuts. My pshyco face and vulnerability shows thru when they won't let me at 'em. Nothing, and I mean nothing, excites me more than an awesome zit. I have told each of my kids that if they ever want to make me happy, just let me pick a zit. Oh, Averee just reminded me that I have paid them $$$ many times for allowing me to pick. Poor kids, I remember my mom always digging. I'm sure some day we will have a spot on Oprah to discuss it! One more thing....have you ever left one on the mirror out of pure pride?

Tiburon said...

I love you. A deep burning love. A forbidden love. I am so with you on #4 and #5 that it isn't even funny.

Mindi said...

every time i get a really great blackhead off of katie's face, i think of you....
i will listen to you lecture about the russian civil war and the nazis anytime, baby. what ever happened to your little student who always had "mrs. robinson" playing on the speakers in the background......??????

simply kris said...

I too procrastinate as a professional and hate every minute of it. Zit pickin'? um no. I hated history but would love to know what I missed out on. Feel like tutoring? I can be in the car For-eh-veh. And as for death, the thought of it wiggles the bejeebers out of me.
I adore you Amy. Let's hang.

Holly said...

What a great post! I love to learn new things about my new blogging friends! You really do need to write a book! I can't believe you grew up seeing dead people! Fascinating! Oh and I love to pick zits too! It drives my husband crazy. Every time I an rubbing his back, I just can't help myself if I feel a bump...LOL!

Amy said...

THe funny thing about #1- the whole mortuary thing is that anyone that had anything to do with our family...friends, in-laws, husbands, etc. got a quick lesson in owning, running, living a mortuary life. All the friends have ridden along when I took a body to the medical examiner or someting... it was my main high school job. WEIRD, but normal.

Patron and Patrona said...

Amy, any time you want to talk history, you just a bad ring tone away. The older the history, the more lust, scandal and overall nastiness, there is. Henry VIII and all his head chopping and porn star sex? Hell yeah! Bust out the historical smut and i'm all over it! And as your fellow "yellow" in crime, I have no doubt your uber procastination will lead the the baby shower extravaganza of the year. It will be over the top, no doubt. I think you should change your motto to, "Go Big or Go Home." Or just move to Texas.