I hate seeing two feasts back to back because it means that I haven’t been blogging. And I actually have a lot to throw in my blog, but I’ve been pretty busy and/or lazy every night of this week. I’ve also been sleeping (I know! I know!) so going to bed has been a priority over typing nonsense into the computer. I hope to get some blogging done over the next few weeks and catch up a bit.
Where on your body do you have a scar, and what caused it?
A scar?? One?? Who on Earth only has one freaking scar?? Okay, maybe I’m clumsy. I have a few scars, but I think that there are two good ones (good as in strange, not good as in large).
The first I got when I was 11 or 12. I was staying at my dad’s house for a couple of weeks in the summer. He lived out in the country on several acres of land. I was playing tag with my brother and two step-brothers. We had ran into the woods across the street. Where we entered the woods, there had been no fence. We ran further up the road and I tried to run back out of the woods. That’s where the fence was still standing. The barbed-wire fence. It was dusk. I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I never saw the fence and ran into it at full speed. I hit it hard enough that I remember being thrown back and hitting my head on the log I had jumped over. I didn’t even realize that the fence had cut me up pretty bad. But my head hurt so I headed home. Once I was inside, we realized that I was cut up all down the right side of my body on my chest, arm, and leg. None of the cuts were very bad (although the one on the middle my chest did leave a scar). However, I had also cut open right under my left eye and required stitches. It was deep enough that not only do I have a scar on my face, I have a scar on my eyeball. True story. I also remember that day because my dad was pretty worked up. He ran the one red light in town and then broke some of the doctor’s equipment trying to make me laugh. He was also worried about what moms would say when she got me back with a cut-up black eye and cuts all down my body. I would have been worried too!
The other scar is a small pressure-cut on my left hand that I got when I was installing a CD-burner into Holly & Pam’s parents’ computer. I call it my "Nerd Scar". Does anyone else have a scar from installing computer equipment? Holy macaroni, I’m a geek sometimes!
What is something that has happened to you that you would consider a miracle?
Einstein said that either everything is a miracle, or else nothing is. I believe that everything is.
Name a television personality who really gets on your nerves.
It would be faster to name TV personalities that DON’T get on my nerves. Because most of them do. Which would be why I don’t watch the damned thing. I actually finally unplugged it and threw it in the other room.
What was a funny word you said as a child (such as "pasketti" for "spaghetti")?
I said "nakin" instead of "napkin" and "acopolypse" instead of "apocolypse". I remember that my brother Brian was very young he used to say "hopistal" and eventually we would all be laughing and saying "hopistal" while we tried to get him to say it properly.
Fill in the blank: I have always thought ______ was ______.
I have always thought liver was actually bad for you.