Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Giveaway! We're Friends. Let's get to know each other!

First, a little about me you may not know. 

I pierced my own ears.

I learned to drive when I was 15 in a 12-passenger
 El Dorado van because my mom was pregnant and couldn’t get out of bed to go to the store.

At the age of 6, I lost the ability to walk for several weeks due to a rare undiagnosed illness that later, I miraculously recovered from.

I wanted my first son child to have the name Neptune.

When I was 18 and running home from the park, I was shot in a drive by shooting.

The next month, I was running home from the same park when someone drove by and hit me with a grapefruit.

I refuse to run home from any park anywhere ever.

As a child, I was in speech therapy because I was unable to pronounce “r” and “s”.  To this day, I still have to consciously think about the correct pronunciation of words before saying them out loud.

Because of pregnancy morning sickness (more like all day sickness), I still can’t eat strawberries.

I meet Michael Jordon and Charles Barkley in a parking lot on the same night.

I can modestly do a back flip in a dress on the trampoline.

The first time the counselor told me he loved me, I literally felt like I was floating. Really!

I’ve been bucked off a horse.

I’ve had 10 teeth pulled.

I never watch rated R movies.

I hated watermelon as a child.

While on a mission in Idaho and voluntarily helping an older woman in her garden, I accidentally pulled her entire patch of rhubarb because I thought they were weeds. She made me a rhubarb pie and to this day, when I see rhubarb, I think of her.

I’ve never purchased a refrigerator because someone has always given one to me.

I’ve witnessed two motorcycle accidents and both times was the first one on the scene to help.

I work really well under pressure.

I procrastinate more then I mean too.

I chased a barefoot homeless man down an alley to give him a pair of shoes (the counselor still gives me a hard time about this one).

Enough about me, I want to hear about you.

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12 comments:

  1. Those were really good things! I didn't know any of that about you! And I *love* getting to know people better like this.

    Let's see...I went to my senior prom (with my now-husband) dressed as a Renaissance maiden and gentleman! He wore tights and a feathered hat and everything, bless his heart.

    (I also pierced my own ears! High five!)

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  2. wow You have lived an interesting life (being shot how crazy is that)

    when I was little, I swallowed a lighbulb eraser because I did not want my sister to have it. When it passed I didnt want it either (gross I know)

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  3. Something interesting...Hmmmm
    I am from Paris. I love to cook and make crafts...
    This shirt is so cool!!!
    isafrenchy@gmail.com

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  4. Love it. Didn't know any of this about you. You're so interesting, Laura! Sorry about the drive by shooting. You're brave!

    Embarrassing stuff: When I was 7, I sat on a cactus by mistake at a state park. My Mom picked out the spines while I stood on the top of the mountain without shorts on. My sisters have never let me live it down.

    I love the movie Overboard with Goldie Hawn and will watch it again whenever it comes on basic cable if I can. Same with Working Girl and Steel Magnolias!

    Peace,
    Edie

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  5. hmmm, when I was younger than 5, I would go outside every day at shift change of our local factory. I would pull down my pants, squat in our driveway, and pee. Okay, so maybe it wasn't every day, but it was at least once because my mother was horrified and still reminded me of it when I had children.

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  6. On our first day at a new ward after moving to mesa (as a teen) my mom wanted to make a good impression. When they asked us to stand up as new members we happened to be sitting on the FRONT row center and little did I know when I stood up the zipper on the back of my skirt was broken! I was wearing the "fashionable" underwear at the time which allowed me to moon the entire congregation for a good, SOLID 10 seconds! (My family still hasn't let me get over that one!)

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  7. Oh my word!! I feel soooooo bad for you ms. hamburg! how horrifing! Laura you are an amazing woman! Thanks for sharing things about you. I can't believe you pierced your own ears! Were you rebelling? And you were shot!!? How horrible! I'm realy sorry to hear that. That's a super sweet story about rubar pie. :)

    I guess I will share.. when I was about 13 I tried shaving my eyebrows instead of plucking them and accidently shaved the whole thing off. Lucky it was summer time!

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  8. Oh my goodness, this was great...and really I had no idea about ...well about hardly any of this...but the ear piercing, a girlfriend of my did ours after work one day....(inside a bank if you can believe that.....) thanks for giving us the inside track to your exciting and amazing life!

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  9. Hmm nothing very interesting about me. I can't ride a bike. My brothers always promised to teach me and never did. Can't swim. I can't eat two same colored M&Ms in a row (don't know why). Same with Mothers circus cookies that are pink and white. When I was 4 I fell off the monkey bars and broke my arm and I was so afraid to tell my aunt who was watching me that I waited 3 hours for my mom to pick me up before I told anyone. Ouch!

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  10. I love hearing all this stuff about you. You could also say,"I have jumped off 50 foot cliffs."

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  11. This was a Fabulous way to learn more about you...

    The Rhubarb pie was really Funny!

    Thanks for this Fact-Filled link to the letter "F"!

    Fond wishes For a Fantastic 2012!

    A+

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