My first memory:
Packing a garbage sac full of clothes and announcing to my mother I was running away--I was four. I went into the woods and stayed there for what seemed like days. My mother later told me it was about a half-hour.
My favourite thing in the world besides my children:
My Mac. I bought it for a thirty dollar writing program that wouldn't play on my Toshiba laptop.
My guilty pleasure:
I LOVE giving needles. Love it. Blame it on my inner sadist.
What I hate:
Politics. Unless I'm trying to fall asleep. It's better than a bottle of Nyquil.
My favourite Book:
Pride & Prejudice.
My first kiss:
I don't remember his name--yes, it was that wonderful. We were at a dance and he kissed me at the end of our slow dance. I don't remember the song playing, but I do remember he was wearing overalls and his breath was pretty rank. I was fifteen? Sixteen?
My first breakup:
This is also related to kissing. I was twelve when I had my first boyfriend, and by boyfriend I mean that we talked on the phone and he put his arm around me when we watched movies together. A friend of mine told me that if I didn't kiss him he would break up with me; so I broke up with him. In retrospect, I don't think he would have broke up with me--not right away, anyway. We had already been dating for a few months and he didn't seem to mind that we didn't kiss. I think my friend just wanted him for herself.
My worst characteristic:
I am socially awkward. I am blunt and say odd things. I have a talent for offending people and never realizing I've done it.
My five year plan:
Graduate nursing, finish my obligatory service in the military, finish a book I know is good enough to be published.
There you have it. Some facts about me.