Seven Unknown Things About Me

First of all, thanks to all of you who sent along support after my last post. It was a hard week.... but your thoughts helped lift me up. Now to lighten the mood around here I decided to do a simple, silly little tag. No more emotional crap today. LOL!

Fellow Ohioan and June '06 DTC-er, Robin, tagged me about a week and a half ago. I just hadn't had time to do it but I'll give it a go now so I can procrastinate mowing the grass for a bit longer. I'm supposed to list 7 things about me that you guys don't know. Hmmmm... this was harder than I thought. Some people may know some of these but it was the best I could do.

1. I graduated from the police academy at the top of my class academically. I have a plaque to prove it.

2. I have completely flat feet. There are no arches. When I make a wet footprint on the ground, it looks like a duck foot. (Don't get any ideas, Tracy!) Not sexy at all. And it makes running that much more difficult. Not like I do that anymore but I have dreams of trying again someday......

3. I went on a cruise for my honeymoon. Then a year and a half later asked my husband for a divorce on another cruise. Kinda unintentionally full circle. I didn't plan it that way. It just happened. He had been unfaithful, we'd separated, then were back together and trying to fix it. I realized it just wasn't working for me anymore. An Elvis impersonator helped me make the decision. I guess that deserves an explanation. The week before our cruise we stayed at his mom's time share in Florida. One night we walked down on the boardwalk and found a free outdoor concert with this Elvis guy. Most of the audience were older people. They were enjoying themselves and so was I. The ex was complaining. I knew we were very different. Me... fun loving, optimistic, spontaneous, outgoing, and he was ...well, not. But when I married him I didn't think it mattered that much. I was wrong. During a love song, a bunch of the old folks got up and slow danced. It was very romantic. Slow dancing to Elvis songs under the stars on the beach. He didn't ask me to. So I asked him. He complained. He thought it was stupid and didn't want to. At that moment, I realized I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with someone who not only didn't want to slow dance with me but complained about it when I asked him to and then still refused. Not to mention all the other things we'd already been through at a time in our marriage when we were supposed to be happy, in-love newlyweds. My decision to divorce him was made in that instant. Best decision I've ever made.

4. When I eat eggs that are cooked sunny side up, I like the yolks to be runny. Then I eat all the white part carefully without busting the yolk. And stuff the whole yolk in my mouth and squish it. Gross... I know but I love it.

5. I have a scar on my right hand because my bratty little sister locked me out of the house when we were kids. Then stood with her face pressed up against the glass taunting me because I couldn't get in. So I punched her in the face. Through the glass. I didn't need stitches though. And I'm much better at my anger issues now that I'm a little more mature. LOL!

6. I've been robbed at gunpoint. Twice. The first time I was 16 and worked at a fast food place. The second time, I was already a cop. I was off-duty, unarmed and was standing out in a parking lot at 3am after having been out partying with friends. I was alone except for one of the bar bouncers that I was uhhh... talking to. We were distracted and didn't see the car pull up or the guy get out and approach us. When he pointed the gun at us and demanded our money, I instinctively stepped between he and the bouncer guy. Yeah... the big, 6 foot brawny bouncer man. I stepped in front of him to protect him. Funny, huh? We gave him our money but then the robber wanted our wallets. Well, I didn't want to give him mine because it had my badge and my driver's license in it. I didn't want him to know I was a cop and where I lived. So I sweet talked him out of taking it while he was waving that gun in my face. Stupid, well maybe. But I was more afraid of what could happen if he knew I was a cop. And of what might happen later if he knew where I lived. He didn't get my wallet.... and was caught a short time later.

7. I'm a huge Billy Joel fan. I have many of his albums and have seen him in concert twice. Don't ask me why. (Oh that was funny... completely unintentional, too. But for those who aren't fans...that's the name of one of his songs.) I think my mom listened to him a lot maybe when I was a kid and it just stuck with me. I loves the Piano Man.

Anybody who hasn't done this already, feel free to participate. Time for me to go do yard work. I think I've dragged it out long enough.