Me.

So I figured I would write down some random facts about me since this is our new family journal and all. I know my kids like to hear stories from when I was little and funny things that have happened to me so, why not write them down? 

Let's see...

About 4 years ago I stopped traffic at a very busy major highway intersection to save a mama duck and her 7 ducklings from being reduced to feathers by speeding motorists. Then, after I had herded them to the side of the road, a baby rattlesnake kept trying to take a bite out of one of the babies (no I am NOT making this up!) so I had to use a large piece of stray cardboard to separate it from the duck family and herd them a little farther down until the animal control guy came (whom I had called from a cell phone borrowed from a motorist waiting to turn right) and I made sure he would NOT put them back in the pond they had come from on the other side of the highway.. Yep, The Hubster was beside himself when he found out that I could have been hit by a car all to save that feathered family!

I once made The Hubster stop the car so that I could pick up a cat that had just been hit by a car but was still moving (don't worry I used a towel from the trunk and there were no guts exposed) and we took it to the nearest animal shelter. Despite our heroic efforts the poor thing had too many internal injuries and it's nine lives had to be snuffed out by lethal injection. My kids still remember that day and often ask me to pull over and see if any road kill may still be living...and no, I haven't humored them since.

I have picked up numerous stray dogs off the road and/or wandering around the school/neighborhood and taken them home. I've also taken in numerous cats and kittens, including one that gave birth to kittens while chillin' at our place, (quit rolling your eyes Honey!) and found them good homes. 

**Are you sensing an I-really-love-animals theme here?**

I was once almost accosted in a parking lot by a homeless man. I TRULY believe that I was protected that day by Divine Intervention.

I was also almost abducted by an alien once--no really! Well, he claimed to be an alien anyway. I was working at Baskin Robbins as a teenager and a man sat and paced outside the store for a few minutes then came in. He told me that he was an alien from the planet Zoltar and wanted to know if he could see my palm to look for evidence that I might be an alien too. Oh yeah, I gave him my palm(STUPID!!!!), I was too flustered to think about the rapist/mass murderer he could be. He examined it, told me I was human, and left. Yes, I was working by myself that day and yes I realize how bad that situation could have turned out. Again, Divine Intervention.

One of my most embarrassing moments also happened as a Baskin Robbins employee . I was scooping a cone for a customer (a cute one I might add-I was 15 yrs. old!) and the guy I was working with spilled some water. Oh yeah, you see it coming don't you? I stepped back and the next thing I knew I was flat on my butt (which was much smaller then but anywhooo...) and he was looking over the counter asking if I was ok. I assured him I was and handed him his Orange Sherbet on a Waffle Cone. Yes, it had indeed survived the fall! Look at me and my mad skills!

I almost didn't graduate High School because I sluffed too much (I still have a recurring dream that I'm not going to graduate). Man I HATED Biology!!! Thanks to those who walked me to class to make sure I didn't leave...you know who you are.

I modeled for about 5 minutes when I was 15. Ok, I don't know that you could really consider it real modeling but the lady we worked with considered herself part of the industry. My sweet Dad knew my sister and I could use a boost to our self-esteems so he agreed to pay $900 (if I remember right...) for us to play "let's be models". Looking back I realize that our "careers" wouldn't have gone anywhere but it was fun to consider ourselves models for a little while. Well, it was fun when you weren't doing an outdoor photo shoot while strange men walked by ogling you....yuk. The most important thing I learned though was how much my Dad loved me and wanted me to feel good about myself.  Love you Dad!

(Wow! Digital photography sure has improved things over the years. Man, posting these pictures is even more embarrassing than I thought it would be!!!!)

I waited for a missionary...sort of...ok, not very well. No, it wasn't The Hubster.

I once went for a drive up a canyon with my High School boyfriend and we got bottomed out on a snow drift (it was April for crying out loud!) and thought for sure we would have to spend the night there. After we had settled into the back of my oh-so-stylish station wagon (my first car--named Prudence), wrapped in my faux sheepskin seat covers (separate covers...what kind of girl do you think I was?!) because we were that resourceful, a big old truck came around the corner and pulled us off of the drift. We were actually a bit disappointed seeing as we had missed our 15 minutes of fame that would surely have come when the news vans arrived the next morning after we had been reported missing and then found! Not to mention, when I finally arrived home my mother was angry that I was so late. If only she would have known how close she came to losing her beloved daughter to hypothermia that night...*dramatic sigh*

When I was around 11 my dad accidentally ran over my foot with the car. The thing that stands out most in my mind about that night his seeing him throw his orange/vanilla twist cone (Remember those? At McDonalds?) in the trash because he couldn't eat anymore because he felt so bad. No broken bones, a good scrub and nurses picking gravel out of it in the ER for awhile then sending me home wrapped in gauze. After that we always made sure that everybody's feet were safely in the car before backing out... 

I once saved my sister from drowning (not funny--but still a life story). She was about 5 yrs. so I was around 8 yrs. and we were swimming at a neighbor's house in their above ground pool (Ummm...No parents around? I'm just sayin'...). I still remember turning around and seeing her floaty ring floating there on top of the water and she wasn't in it. I looked down in the water and there she was. I don't know how my scrawny 8 yr. old self picked her up and carried her up the ladder, across the backyard to her towel and laid her down, but that's what I did (more Divine Intervention? I think so!). She must not have been under long because she coughed a bit and then was fine. We were both pretty shaken up though and I remember we ran home to warm up in showers. Honestly, had I lost her that day, my life would be infinitely different since she is my bestest friend now!

 Just so you know...we are definitely just as immature and strange much more dignified and refined now than we were in this picture!

When I was around 5 or 6 yrs. old I had a, um, "accident" in my Aunt's bean bag chair and didn't tell her. Wonder where they thought the water came from? Yeah, I know. Too much information...

I've ripped the driver side mirror off of our car while backing out of the garage and backed into my babysitter's Dad's car (again---SO SORRY!). Moral of the story: NEVER PARK BEHIND ME!

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Well, that's probably enough personal humiliation for today. Thanks for laughing at me with me over my blunders. What's your most embarrassing moment?