myblog: Everything You Never Wanted To Know About Me

I usually keep the focus on Rob, because I'm really not a very interesting person, but tonight I thought I'd tell you a little about myself.

I have a brother 4 years younger than me and a sister 9 years older.

I once snuck out my window to spend the night with the preacher's son. *sigh* It was heaven.

My brother once dated a girl we dubbed, "psychobitch". She showed up at his house and punched him in the face, which he probably deserved. Then, called the cops and had him arrested for hitting her. While he's in jail, she flattens his tires and busts the windshield on his car. And then shows up the next morning to bail him out, like nothing happened. She was fun.

Seven people were arrested for being drunk and disorderly at my dads funeral. My uncle actually said to the police officer that no one had told him he couldn't drink in the church. Sheesh!

My sister and I didn't speak for 5 years after an argument that neither of us can now remember.

My first boyfriend looked like Tom Petty, but thought he was Joe Elliot (Def Leppard). I still remember him fondly.

I devised an elaborate plan to meet up with my boyfriend. 1. Get up Sunday morning, dress for church, but with your pants rolled up under your skirt. 2. Ride church bus, but when you get there sneak into bathroom. 3. When music starts, sneak out back door with pants unrolled and skirt tucked into purse. 4. Run to bf's house 7 houses down. 5. Before church is over, sneak back into bathroom and fix skirt. When music starts to signal the end, slip out of bathroom and back onto bus. *wicked grin*

I won a car at Project Graduation. For those of you who don't know, Project Graduation is a lock-in for graduates with a bunch of food and games and prizes sponsored bythe school and local businesses to keep kids from drinking and driving on graduation night. Anyway, the car broke down on the way home and never run again. I suppose maybe that was another tactic to discourage drinking and driving.

I pierced my brother's ear nearly 15 years ago and he still wears the same earring on occasion. He didn't even flinch, but I puked. All of these things can be explained with one word--Tequilla.

I sing my ass off in the shower and in the car.

I'm scared of the dark, spiders, and politicians.

When I found out the man I was living with was cheating on me, I packed up everything in the house while he was at work. I mean everything, I even took the lightbulbs. Then I had all the utilities disconnected. I would have loved to been a fly on the wall when he came in from work. *snickers*

I don't watch the news...ever. If I watched that shit every day, I would be on 9 kinds of antidepressants.

Happiness, to me, is a hot bath, chocolate, a lazy Sunday, and Robporn. Not necessarily in that order.

I have had one dream about Rob. Maybe one of you guys can tell me what it means. It was one of those dreams where I could feel my own emotions, but I could also see myself and everything that was happening. A bunch of people, including me, were walking across a stage. People were handing him papers to sign and I was so nervous I couldn't even look at him. About half way across the stage, I finally lift my head and when I see him, I'm filled with this overwhelming love for him. When it's my turn, he holds out his hand for my paper, but I don't have one. I put my hand in his and step closer. I put my other hand over his heart and slowly moved it up his neck. He seems amused? I lean in and kiss his jaw and whisper, "I love you" in his ear, squeeze his hand and then walk away feeling very powerful.

I once had a nightmare in which John Stamos raped me. Explain that one!

When I was in kindergarten the D.A.R.E. (drug awareness) program was doing all those commercials. In class when asked to stand and tell what I wanted to be when I grew up, I proudly stood and said I wanted to be a junkie when I grew up because "no one wants to be a junkie when they grow up" and that made me sad even though I had no clue what it meant.