As for me, I just got awarded 1st Rank in my Filipino Martail Arts class. I know how to kill ya with a knife really fast!
Although I haven’t gotten a real job in the industry yet, I have already had one advertisement I created and developed published while I was an intern two years ago.
My biggest accomplishment, personally, is that for three years, I was a member of the only nationally syndicated student produced show, The Campus Loop. It was sketch comedy, and we actually had some funny bits! We stopped when we graduated and the company paying us went bankrupt, but people in Pennsylvania loved us, and I’m sure someone in Compton wants us dead.
I have a friend who is a Nanny. She went to “Nanny School” in England and used to be a Nanny for some minor English Royalty, and now is a Nanny for a famous Hollywood couple.
I met Roy Rogers when I was about 5, and got my picture taken with him.
When I was student teaching, I did an internship at a school for special-needs children, and am in a documentary that was being filmed on a child there.
My husband and I are in the crowd scenes at the stadium of “Major League 2.”
I bet I’m the only female member of the Board who can drive a fire engine.
No, I’m another one. In fact, I taught fire engine driving for a few years, as part of my stint as a fire service instructor. I have a scar on my nose from a third-degree burn resulting from a small accident in a flashover trainer. My helmet and face-mask were all bubbly when the instructor-trainer let us out.
In Georgia in the early sixties, I drank from the “wrong” water fountain. I was too young to read the sign, and my mom wasn’t about to explain why different people had to use different fountains.
My great-grandfather wrote a dictionary of Chinook Jargon, now available online. According to his daughter (my great-aunt), he had the first houseboat on Lake Union.
I was one of 24 perfect scorers in the McGraw Hill-Omni Crossword Puzzle contest, back in 1988. It was billed as the worlds most difficult crossword or some such thing, but really it was only very technical.
I was born at midnight, straight up. My mom was given a choice of which day would be my birthday.
my mom witnessed the explosion of the Hindenburg.
she was 3. they left in such a hurry that they slammed her finger in the car door. Her fingernail has never grown right since.
And she will never, ever, ride on a blimp.
Once, a kid in my study hall asked me the capital of Columbia, I didn’t know, and felt embarrased, so I spent 4 month memorizing the capitol of every country in the world.
The kids in my class have started a website dedicated to our class mascot at www.geocities/muckerscluckers.
I can wiggle my right ear independently of my left.
I wrecked my best friend’s car into a lake, upside down and completely submerged, but still lived. I also fell through the ice on a lake once and was trapped underneath for almost 2 minutes.
Yes, yes, yes. And I hate going to malls for any reason. I don’t mind browsing in little shops with antique or unique items for a bit, as long as it’s at a decent pace and not too crowded.
I have sailed to Antarctica on board a Russian ice-breaker, and walked on the Ross ice shelf. (And drunk champagne on the Ross ice shelf, come to think of it, served from a bar made from blocks of ice cut from the shelf.)
I invented the lightning rod when I was six years old (and was very disappointed to learn that someone else had done it first).
One week in three (more or less), I am the solo production support for an entire country’s banking interchange.
My great-great-great-grandfather was shipwrecked off the coast of Ireland while sailing from Edinburgh to Australia. I have his diary, including an account of the event. Hard to read, but fascinating. (He actually used long 's’s in writing, for real. Wow!)
My great-aunt, Dorothy Sligo, lived on Sligo Terrace in Dunedin, New Zealand. The street was named after her family. She was the last Sligo to live there, though. She once visited Ireland so that she could mail a postcard to Mrs Sligo, Sligo Tce, from County Sligo. (Apparently the postmistress gave her a very odd look.)
It’s just clothes (and shoes), garius. If I go in a bookstore or antique store, all bets are off. You still want me?