Yawn... just a meme
1. I don't get drunk, or even tipsy anymore because the last time I was drunk, in 1980, I did something so freaking stupid it changed my life forever. Let's say that I 'forgot' where I parked my car after a long night on a booze cruise, so decided to run home, and during that run, let's say that I decided to do some fancy hurdles, and let's say that I hurdled myself over a garbage can into a pile of steaming dog surprise, and let's then say that I was so drunk I didn't feel the pain until the next morning when I woke up and my knee was so swollen it wouldn't even bend, and then let's say that I went to the ER where they told me that I needed surgery and then let's say that I had a complete knee replacement and I now have a teflon knee. Yeah, so the booze is out.
2. I worked for a summer on an archaeological dig where I cooked for the whole crew. We lived in tents outdoors and I cooked over an open fire or on camp stoves, 3 meals a day for 20 people every day for 6 weeks. We had no bathing facilities so had to bathe in a creek. It snowed in June. I love it and would have done it again, but the next year I was an archaeologist and it wasn't nearly as much fun.
3. My first attempt at graduate school I wanted to study ancient ceramics but the chemistry was a complete disaster so my plans were dashed and I had to find another career without any physical science.
4. As a kid I was so allergic to bug bites that I got sent home from sleep-away-camp every summer after being rushed to the ER with my face swollen so badly my eyes wouldn't open. But that didn't make my parents stop sending me... no, I just got to suffer again and again. Fun!
5. My senior year of high school I was so in love with this guy that my parents HATED. I don't know why, but they thought he was evil incarnate and did just about everything to break us up. My relationship was so bad with my parents that I moved in to his house and lived with his family for weeks before I agreed to come home. When I got home I had a bit of a breakdown and didn't go to school the last several weeks before graduation. I didn't see that guy again because I moved overseas and he went someplace else. I didn't hear anything about him for many years, when I ran into a guy that was in our graduating class, and he told me that my first love was now a Rabbi. Man, nothing but nothing made me happier to hear that and then report it to my mother. Heh. I could have been a rebbitzin if she had freaking kept out of my business.
I'm not about to tag anyone specific because we all know how tags are ignored, but I do want someone to pick up the ball and run with it. Ok? Stumble It! JBlog Me