So I'm at my grandparents house and I figured it'd be fun to do another round of my secrets. Why now? Well, read on, my friend.
1. When I was younger (as in 5-6) and spent the night with my grandparents, I had a reoccurring dream that at night their house was surrounded by ninjas in white ninja uniforms. I would peak out the window at them, and one of them would walk toward me, so I'd run back inside. Admittedly, this dream has haunted me my whole life, and still haunts me to this day...at 25--which is probably why it's 1:00am and I'm blogging. You just never know with ninjas....
2. When I get bored in class, or if I want to make sure my hair looks acceptable at 6:30pm, I take pictures of myself...
And who am I kidding, I do it at work too...
I like to pretend that I'm 'above' taking the proverbial Myspace picture of myself, but I'm just your typical self absorbed girl. Ok, I'm not really self absorbed, I just get bored really easily and have to result to taking pictures of myself and then deleting them so no one looks at the pictures on my phone and sees 253 pics of my mug.
If ever I post a mirror pic, we'll know it's gone too far.
3. I secretly want to throw caution to the wind, quit my MBA and be a truck driver.
I mean, honestly, what better way to get paid to travel? I could even bring Thadpole along and we could tag team as we drove. Granted, we'd probably kill each other before we exited Florida, but a girl can dream!
4. I'm not really scared of anything (unless I'm at my grandparents house, then I have a slight ninja paranoia--see #1), but I freak the hay out whenever any sharp object is pointing at my face. This is mainly referring to knives, scissors and pens or pencils. I don't know why, but I get this dreaded feeling like the pointed object in question will go through my eyeball. I am wigging out just typing this. It's so bad that I've even had to leave an aisle in a store (think office supply aisle) because all of the hooks that the items hang on start to freak me out. I just feel like the whole shelving unit is going to fall over and all of the hooks are going to stab me in the eye. Nevermind the fact that the weight of the shelves would probably injure me. Just as long as those pointy hooks don't poke my eyes out, I'm golden. And don't get me started on eye surgeries. Whenever someone talks about any kind of eye surgery, I plug my ears or else I'll get really antsy and my blood pressure raises. One of my "best" friends, Kristina, knows this about me, and will point pens or pencils at my face whenever I annoy her. She knows I'll cover my face, look away and stop talking immediately--that is if I don't scream at her for having such a cold hearted soul.
5. When I was younger...
Ok, timeout. I think I like to include all these "when I was younger..." stories because they remind of Chunk's confession to the Fratellis on The Goonies:
Best. movie. of. all. time. My childhood wouldn't have been as fun without this movie. For what it's worth, my baby brother does a mean truffle shuffle.
What was I blogging out?
Who am I?
I'm a Goonie. Just take Andy's name out and replace it with Shannon:
Ok, I'll put all this Goonie talk to death. But, Goonies never say die!
Seriously, where was I?
Ah yes, secrets of little Shannon. So when I was like 4 (maybe 5 or 6...could be the same time as the whole ninja debacle), I used to see commercials for Carnation milk. I don't really remember that much about the commercials other than the 1-800 phone number that would come on the screen so you could call and order some milk to quench your thirst. As a 4 year old potential customer of Carnation, I would sneak into my parents room, call the 800 number and attempt to order some milk. I remember the sales reps replies to my purchase orders quite cleary. They told me to speak with my parents and have them call to place an order. Since speaking to my parents would thwart my plan of ordering the milk on my own, I decided to mail a letter to Carnation. However, this proved unsuccessful as well when the post man wouldn't take my notebook paper envelope with a hand drawn stamp. Oh, well...
Come to think of it, after all these years I've never tried Carnation. I'll put that on my to do list and blog about it. It is a food product, afterall.
4 comments:
Daddy and I read your blog. What else did you do at 4 years old that we don't know about? We will protect you from all Ninjas:)
Oh my word, I'm dying over here! It's good to be known for something :) And I think Ethan's truffle shuffle rivals Chunk's. Just seem like he has more control over all the movement, you know? And the ninjas... Just wow. And when I read stories of "When I was a kid" I can only think about the stories my kids are going to be telling one day. So in light of your Carnation debacle, I'm ridding our house of phones within kids' reach. :)
bahahaha, parentals: I had to do something to entertain myself until Ethan was old enough for me to abuse! ;)
Britt, as smart as Charlotte is, I'd say it's a good idea to move the phones out of her reach, lol.
thats hilarious! LOVE it! very entertaining to read!
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