Eight is enough
OK, forever and a day ago, I got tagged by the lovely Angela to tell you eight things that you might not know about me. So here we go ...
* I'm a big believer. I would say that sums me up as well as anything. I believe in people, in their goodness, in their ability to make an impact. I believe in possibility. And I'm a HUGE believer in chasing dreams.
* I always loved to read, and the first books I really got into as a kid were Nancy Drew books. I used to pretend I was Nancy Drew and try to investigate "crimes." I distinctly remember being on a trip with my family and spending the entire time obsessively writing down the comings and goings of the people next to us (in addition to their license plate number and a description of their car) JUST IN CASE they committed a crime. The police would come to investigate, and I'd give them all my info, and they'd be profusely grateful, and ...
Yeah. I was a pretty imaginative kid. I also used to use flour and scotch tape to try to lift fingerprints off the coffee table, much to my parents' chagrin.
* I LOVE candles. I have them everywhere. From where I'm sitting, I can see ... let's see ... 11 candles. That sounds ridiculous, but it's all very tasteful, I promise! (Plus I can see into the kitchen, so that counts.)
* I taught myself how to knit using the Internet. I always have some little project going or some new thing I'm trying to learn. I'm sure the knitting thing happened because I read about Julia Roberts knitting in her trailer on a movie set or something and it sounded cute. Anyway, I went online and figured out how to do it, and then I made a scarf. I was so proud of this thing, you have no idea. I love this scarf.
I made probably a half-dozen scarves in all. I was all set to quit my job and start a super high-class Scarves to the Stars side business, but you know, when it comes down to it, you really can't put a price on this kind of hand-crafted greatness. Ha.
* I almost always stay and read the credits at the end of a movie.
* I love campfires. Fires in fireplaces, too. But I especially love being outside somewhere, and it's dark and you can feel the night air, and the fire's warm, and it makes a pretty glow everywhere ... yeah, I know that's random. I don't know why I thought of it, either, because I haven't done that in forever. But I do love them!
* My favorite flowers are lilies.
* I failed my first driving test. Have I told this story? I don't think so. It was SUCH a joke. So the guy gets in the car and I start going down the road. I'm totally keeping to the 10 mph speed limit--a feat in itself--and I pull up to the stop sign and make a right-hand turn. And the guy's like, "OK, go back to the beginning." And I'm like, uhhh ... OK. I actually thought maybe I was SO GOOD AT DRIVING that he was like, OK, she passed. I'm serious, I was that naive. Or arrogant, you pick. So I go back, and he rips a page off his notebook and is all, "You failed. Try again in 30 days."
OK. The entire test lasted LITERALLY no more than 60 seconds. Allegedly I ran the stop sign. ALLEGEDLY. I totally called the DMV and complained, oh, yes, I did. I still had to wait the 30 days, though.
So I go back and I get the mean lady. The mean lady was NOTORIOUS for failing people. She failed like everyone in my high school who ever got her. Here was the thing with the mean lady: You were supposed to tell the person to put their seatbelt on, but seatbelts in smaller cars didn't fit around this woman. And she didn't like to be reminded of it. So it was a crapshoot--either you ask her and risk pissing her off, or you don't ask her and risk failing because you didn't ask.
I didn't ask. And I stopped at the stop sign for like 10 minutes. And I passed! I was out of high school by then, though, can you believe that? That was the part I was most ticked about. You had to be 17 to get your license, and I didn't turn 17 until my senior year, so I was practically out of high school before I even got to go TAKE the test. The FIRST time.
You would think the whole sordid experience would have taught me to be extra-vigilant about never running on reds. Of course it didn't. Obviously. Hee.