the “eight things you dont know about me tag.”
ive been tagged many times in september and august and normally i dont do tags (no offense to those of you that do!) i have this unrelenting side of me that refuses to do anything even remotely similar to a chain letter. on principle. for the good of humanity. and no, it has absolutely nothing to do with the underwear chain letter of 1994…
but this tag thing has been unrelentless too. so we talked over coffee and decided that just this once, it wouldnt hurt anybody. no matter that i dont think there are eight things you dont already know about me (that i would write about HERE anyway)
but here goes:
1. i used to want to be a model. i was tall, and thin back in the day. which meant basketball player (uh, no) or model. (okay now we are talking) i took a runway class in eighth grade. (i wore polka dots to the finale-on.the.runway.) i went to john robert powers (or maybe it was that other one-the one that starts with a c. casanova? casablanca?) with my parents around the same time. but my big break came when i was in high school and the local newspaper photographer came to shoot a photo of the winning mock trial team. he pulled my mom aside after and told her i should model. that was such a huge boost to my self esteem back then. it felt good you know? nothing ever came of it-the only thing remotely close was during dress up and pose photo shoots with my best friend jalayne in high school. i should scan some of those puppies. also, unrelated but kind of related to my image on film – during a photography class in college, “self portrait” was the theme of our final. i took a photo of myself and then cut it into a ton of different pieces, pasting it together, overlapping and making my face abstract. i have to admit, it was a pretty picture of me. even abstract. the professor asked “who is that-thats not YOU.” “no, no-thats really me.” “THATS YOU?” in front of the whole class. thanks professor, so im photogenic but extremely disappointing in real life. lovely. (that is a really long number one)
2. one of my first homes was a trailer. im not embarassed. its funny now, that trailer park and white trash are such common slurs. but yep, that was me. age 3. age 5. i remember every detail of that home. it was 70’s hippy love and i was in the middle of it all. my best friend was a boy next door named taco. there was a lady up the hill that had a pet tiger. we had a dough boy. my dogs name was poopy.
3. i was bald until i was almost four. i used to wear hoodies on my head and not my body, and pretend to brush my hair. my cousin jennifer had long gorgeous brown hair. so i called it my jennifer hair. they called me bubble head. (and then, that stuck even after the hair grew in, for reasons unknown to me. could be related to the nickname my boss gave me at the preschool i worked at in college. thanksgiving week, we all had our own indian chief names. this was before PC was even coined a term. mine was chief walks with head in clouds. i dunno. not sure what they are trying to say.)
4. i went to eight different elementary schools. i was always the new kid. not fun. but it made me very open minded and adaptable.
5. i hate organized sports.
6. i believe in a spiritual world.
7. in third grade, i began voraciously reading all of vc andrews books. i will never like the color combination purple and red because of this. if you understand why, i think i love you. i had always loved to read but this is when it really took off, and never let up. i can read a book in a day, or less. and i would, everyday, if i could.
8. my closet is organized by color. i never really think about it, until someone new sees it and says shockingly “your clothes are organized by COLOR?!” i just think its pretty.
this is me, tonight, before putting the kids to bed-dancing in the bathroom door for anna. and that is her forehead.
