curses! carpetblogger tagged me with a meme to tell seven silly stories that people don't know about me. first of all, i'm such a model of perfection, i just don't know how i could possibly have silly stories about me.
but if i did have any such stories, everyone who knows me has probably already heard them. however, as carpetblogger pointed out, most people reading this probably haven't heard them.
that being said, i suppose i have a story or two. most revolve around how extremely gullible i was as a child.
1) when i was about 3, my dad told me he had flushed my mom down the toilet. i so totally bought it. never mind that i didn't check the bathroom to see if she might still be in there, i did what any self-respecting kid would do - i went running outside to rescue her from beneath the house. fortunately, my mom stopped me before i could be carried away by the dozens of hairy, million-leg monster spiders i was sure lived underneath the house.
2) i believed in the easter bunny for a very long time. i distinctly remember telling my friends, "well, i KNOW about santa but the easter bunny... i think he might be real." (in my defense, the easter bunny did write me some loooong letters!)
3) one year i asked my dad to take me to see santa. he handed me the keys and said, "you know where the mall is." i responded in my uber no-nonsense way - "but i'm too small to see over the steering wheel!"
4) i believed my mom and her youngest sister were witches. i believed my aunt could fly. i believed they taught me the first steps in learning how to fly. i believed one day i would be able to fly too. (this backfired because we lived in "the south" aka biblethumper land at the time. the baptists didn't get it and the neighborhood kids were afraid to come to our house for a long time after that episode.)
5) i sincerely and truly believed that if i swallowed cherry pits, a tree would grow out of my belly button.
6) i sincerely believed that if you poked my belly button just right, i would go flying around the room like a balloon when you let the air out of it.
and finally, not a childhood story (carpetblogger reminded me of this) -
7) i have always been confused by math. i'm much better at hungarian than i am at math. i think people who get it are probably aliens from some crazy planet where people do math for fun (gasp!). hence, it should come as no surprise i failed university algebra for idiots. twice. the silly part - i never told my parents. NEVER. (unless i get lucky and they aren't reading my blog.). the first time, i figured i'd just been lazy. the second time... i realized i just didn't get it. my parents very kindly paid my tuition so after the second complete failure, i paid out of my own pocket to take a night class at the community college so i could pass my school's math requirement.
there you go.
i'd tag helen in beirut but since she hasn't actually started writing in the blog she says she set up, i'm only going to tag alison (whose name i spelled correctly this time!).
