I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see Friday! This week has been IN.SANE.
Missing out on the Friday Five with my favoritest DC Ladies (Mar, Cynthia, and Courtney!!) last week left me with some sad feelings. They quickly went away when I got to hang out with Cynthia and Courtney at Fit Foodie though! This week I’m ready to jump right back in and wouldn’t you know it…I get to talk about my favorite thing ever!
(Just kidding. Kind of. If I didn’t love talking about myself this blog would not exist.)
As I started this post, I had some writer’s block. I felt like I had already told you guys all the more interesting things about myself. What else could I possibly have to say?
So here are five bizarre/obscure/possibly downright weird facts about me.
I hope you still want to be my friend after reading this.
1. I got stuck in a bike rack.
And I have photo evidence of this thanks to my friend, Kelly.
This was one of those things that seemed like a really good idea at the time. Downtown for drinks and OH HEY! I bet I could climb through that bike rack! Guess what? No I couldn’t. I got stuck and another friend had to drag me out by the back of my pants, but not before this excellent photo op. I may look happy and carefree, but in reality it was pretty painful and definitely entertaining for everyone who walked by.
2. I am deathly afraid of sparklers.
Happy 4th of July! Not if you are going to get within a 5 foot radius of me with one of those things! To me, sparklers are like a flaming panic attack on a stick. I have vivid memories of freaking out as a child as the little sparks would hit my hand. I hope Betty wants nothing to do with them.
3. P Diddy likes my work.
It was an indirect compliment, but still. I used to work for a well known entertainment magazine in LA and we ran a special section on P Diddy. I designed much of it and in an interview right after the issue came out he mentioned that he thought it was great. Thanks, Diddy! I wonder if he still has a copy of it.
4. I fell off a cliff.
A small cliff. Or a tall embankment. Whatever. I was night hiking and lost my footing, fell and hit my head on a rock, knocking myself unconscious. Then like a total jackass, I just continued on with my camping weekend thinking that a trip to the ER would be unnecessary.
DO NOT RECOMMEND.
It wasn’t until I was at work that following Monday that I made the decision to see a doctor which was prompted by the partial vision loss I had in my right eye and not being able to remember the 25 mile drive in to the office at all. I was diagnosed with a grade 3 concussion and a possible detached retina that thankfully ended up not being detached after further examination, and I had to get an MRI to make sure my brain wasn’t swelling (it wasn’t). I experienced a lot of short term memory issues for awhile after that – and I still don’t remember what I was doing for a little while before or after the accident – but eventually I was back to normal. Or as close to normal as I was ever going to get. I still have a little dent in my skull from where it hit the rock.
5. I held a severed head.
Actually it was half of one. I don’t know if that’s better or worse than holding the whole thing.
If you have a weak stomach, you may want to stop reading here.
It was in anatomy and physiology class senior year of high school. We were visited by another student’s dad who had some kind of job that granted him access to human body parts. Coroner? Serial killer? Something like that.
Anyway he had all sorts of things with him – lungs, brains, hands, feet – but the pièce de résistance was a guy’s head, cut in half down the middle. I guess this person had donated his body to science and now here was half his head being presented to a bunch of high school students. It was preserved so everything was still perfectly intact (just in half). Serial Dad asked us if anyone would like to handle it and the whole class gave a collective NO THANKS. Except for me because I find the creepiest things to be fascinating.
So I got to hold half a head. It was surprisingly heavy! Don’t worry…I was wearing gloves.
Have you ever gotten stuck in an odd place or taken a bad spill? Do you like sparklers? And the BIG question…would you have held the head?? 🙂
Happy weekend, everyone!