Once, Twice, Three times a Tagy!

Okay, I have been tagged 3 times now (Dana - a long time ago, Jessica, and Emma). I guess that means I should probably comply. I did this a while back and you all learned some not so pleasant things about me. This time, I think I will tell ya'lls about me as a little kid (from what I can remember).

1. I am a shoplifter. And what's worse? A repeat offender. When I was probably about 5 or 6 I was shopping with my mom at Target. I asked my mom if I could get some sunglasses. She said no and kept walking. I sneakily snuck them into my coat pocket without her noticing. Phew. Well, a little while later (same shopping trip) I asked my mom for a pack of gum. Same thing, said no and kept walking. My logic? Well, it sure was easy slipping those sunglasses into my pocket, why not the gum too? So I did. I didn't even get caught until about a week later my mom discovered them both in my coat pocket. Of course, by then, most of the gum was gone. I distinctly remember NOT feeling guilty about it either!

To teach me a lesson, my mom took me to talk to the store manager. I told him I was sorry, blah, blah, blah, and that was that. Well, my mom had a few things to grab. So off to shopping we went. When we were in the line to checkout (same day as talking to the store manager) I decided I wanted more gum. So, I grabbed it and slipped it into my pocket. An old man said to me, "I don't think that gum is yours!" and I was BUSTED! My mom was sooooooo mad!

She got me in the car and drove me to the police station. She wanted me to talk to an officer that she knew but he wasn't there. So, she drove me over to have a little "chat" with the bishop. I haven't shoplifted since.

2. I have always loved the smell of skunks, gasoline, magic markers, and rubber cement (ya know, that snot like consistency glue that elementary teachers use).

3. My whole life, I have always been "pleasantly plump". When I was little, I always wanted to open a can of frosting and eat it with a spoon. My mom wouldn't ever let me and I SWORE that when I was a mom and I would eat a can of frosting with a spoon AND let my kids do the same. SICK!

4. I NEVER thought boys were gross or had cooties! Most girls go through this stage, but not me. I have always been boy crazy. I even remember having crushes on boys in preschool and kindergarten. I remember one year on Valentines day when I was probably about 9, I showered, put on my favorite PJ's and brushed my hair "just so". I thought that this boy named Reed, who lived close by, would come and knock on my window that night and ask me to be his girlfriend. So, there you go, I was a fat, delusional, boy crazy girl!

5. As I have mentioned, I have always had extra padding. Well, it doesn't help that I have inherited this lovely feature where my face turns REALLY red when I work out. I am usually not even tired or out of breath, but my cheeks are the color or Marie Osmonds when she did that crazy doll dance on Dancing with the Stars (you other TV addicted people know what I'm talking about, right?). Well, I always dreaded the day in gym that we had to run the mile. First of all, I was always one of the slowest, and then to top it all off, my face would stay red for half the day. I always tried to be "sick" on those days. Well, in 7th grade, I forgot that it was "run the mile day" in gym and went to school like normal. When I realized it, I began to freak out. The best solution I could come up with was breaking my leg. So, I stuck my leg in my locker and tried to jam the door shut. Over and over and over again. Of course it didn't work, and people started asking me what I was doing. I had to admit to them the reason I was doing it AND run the mile. What a terrible day!

6. Okay, so this is the most embarrassing one. When I was in the 5th grade I stated to "develop". Nobody else in my class was except for this, fatter than me, girl named Kim. She started to wear a bra and EVERYONE made fun of her. Well, I wasn't about to be another fat girl that needed a bra. So, I started to wear this white tank top under my shirts. It wasn't a tight-fitting, wife-beater like you may be picturing. It had some sort of decorative sewn-in embellishments (thankfully also white) on it. Somehow, in my mind, this made it less obvious that I was budding. I wore it EVERY DAY! I'm not sure how often it got washed but I know that after a while it wasn't white anymore, but a grayish-brownish color. I'm sure that all the other kids noticed it and made fun of me behind my back. My mom started to call it "Old Faithful" but didn't do anything about it. Seriously Mom, you don't let your daughter do that!


Okay, so if you are reading this and you haven't been tagged yet, then . . . Tag, You're it! Here are the rules: A: Each player list 6 facts/habits about themselves.B: At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and post their names, then go to their blogs and leave them a comment letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.