I realized the other day after I left a comment on another bloggers post that you all have no idea how truly bizarre I am. She mentioned having a Criminal Minds marathon and I shared that I started watching that show on Netflix last summer and became so obsessed I enrolled to get a second Masters degree in Criminal Justice. I took 2 graduate courses that Fall (in addition to working 30 hours in advising, teaching 2 classes and working as a TA). Needless to say I never completed that degree when I realized I needed to pay off one before getting another.
Who starts a graduate program based on a fictional television show?
I sometimes feel that I don’t share as much about my life and personality as other bloggers do. So, without further adieu, and in absolutely no rational order, here are some other random facts about me which may give you insight into the wonderfully quirky person you see today.
I almost died once. I developed Epiglottitis when I was 4 and had to be put into an induced coma for over a week. I actually turned 5 while I was in the coma – bummer birthday. For whatever reason my epiglottis started to swell up and they had to put a tube down my throat to keep me from suffocating. It’s a ridiculously rare disease and the cause of George Washington’s death. I remember being in the coma, trying desperately to move my fintertips and feeling the tears falling down my face. After I came to I stayed in the hospital for a few more days. I remember wetting the bed while I was sleeping and a nice nurse took care of it and gave me ice cream. I was so out of it I didn’t find out until a few years ago that the nice ‘nurse’ was Mom!
My hair has been every color under the sun. Jet black when I worked at the tanning salon and people always asked me if I was Native American. Bleach blonde once I started dating the hair stylist. Pink, black and blonde when I evidently wanted to look like a stripper. My hair is naturally curly like in the bottom photo but the Florida humidity forces me to keep it straight most often. I used to volunteer at an elementary school and the kids called me Rapunzel.
I almost died, again. In 5th grade my Mother, brother and I flew out to California to visit family. My father stayed behind to work and on our trip home we boarded one of those ‘puddle jumper’ planes that was supposed to take us from Texas to Florida. The weather was so bad in Texas every flight had been canceled but ours. Once in the air the plane was tossing and turning so much the attendant trying to serve drinks to keep everyone calm was literally bouncing off either side of the cabin. At one point I went to the bathroom and was flung from the seat into the sink when we hit turbulence. It was also then that I realized I had my first period. I came out and told my Mom that I thought ‘it’ started and she looked at me (ghostly white in the face from thinking we were all going to die) and said “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
The airport we were supposed to land at wouldn’t let us since we were a ‘liability’ and we started circling around waiting for clearance when the plane started running low on fuel. Eventually, we ended up hundreds of miles north of where we were supposed to land and my Mom vividly remembers seeing the pilot get out of the plane and kiss the ground. The airline gave us a free limo ride the next day.
We split the limo with two older ladies who were on our flight. One was a teacher and asked me what I liked to doodle in class since she predicted she could tell my personality based on my answer. When I told her ‘stars’ she said it meant I was ambitious, a dreamer. When I was 19 I got my one and only tattoo on a first date with some military guy. A tiny star on my foot.
I have many other incredible stories to share, but I’ll save those for Volume 2!
Has anyone else had a near death experience? Females feel free to share your ‘first’ story so I don’t look like a total lunatic for putting mine online!