January 26, 2006

Tell Me Something...

So, I've got 200 pages worth of documents to review by 9:00, a two-hour conference call and an afternoon of meetings. You'll excuse me if I'm not overly verbose today. So...

Tell me something interesting, preferably about yourselves. I'll need it if I'm going to sit here and listen to people talk for two hours. The person who posts the most interesting, jaw-dropping thing by midnight wins a prize.

Posted by Chris at January 26, 2006 07:01 AM

Well I am about to pop out a human in 13 days...and my doctor tried to kill me yesterday by prescribing the wrong medication!!!

Is that interesting enough? How about a smoothie tip? If you blend soymilk, banana and strawberries...it makes a good drink!

Posted by: mrsmogul at January 26, 2006 07:15 AM

I do not own white socks. Every pair of socks has some sort of design or pattern.

An In-Depth Look:
My athletic socks are those short ankle socks, but all have a ring of color around the hole where I insert my foot.

My favorite pair of spring socks is the pair from Old Navy that has flower pots on them, but unfortunately, the elastic is stretching too far and they're going to be canned soon.

I have more Christmas socks than anything, and I think this is due to the fact that I rarely wear socks during the spring and summer months.

My favorite winter socks are red with penguins on them.

The socks that draw the most attention are the OppoSocks -- two socks which have the same colors but different designs. The left sock is light blue with lime, orange and pink stripes. The right sock is light blue with the same colors of fish.

Posted by: Emily at January 26, 2006 07:18 AM

I don't work well under pressure. You can't just tell me to come up with something jaw dropping! I promise I'll come up with something amazing by like, Tuesday.

Posted by: ~L. at January 26, 2006 07:23 AM

Well, I home-dyed my hair last night a rather bright shade of red....(BIG mistake...as if that's a surprise) and missed a small yet HIGHLY visible spot right above my left eye-brow.

Now I must master the all so difficult....side hair part...because otherwise I just look like a jackass.

And, I got a new job and will be leaving the practice of law in less than a month...been a pretty big couple of days!


Posted by: wn at January 26, 2006 07:54 AM

This one time, at band camp...

Posted by: mooalex at January 26, 2006 08:04 AM

I have to eat things a certain way, here are some examples:

m&m's-must be seperated by color, and the m design must be facing up, then I have to eat the colors in a certain order (my brain thinks they taste different)

peeps-my favorite treat at Easter, when I eat the bunnies, must eat the ears off first, one at a time, then eat the head, then the body, never in a different order

waffles-I cut these in strips, put butter on them, and dip them in syrup, I cannot cut them up and put syrup on them and eat them like a normal person

ketchup-hate this on anything, always have, if I order a burger and they put ketchup on it, I must use a french fry to scrape off as much ketchup as I can possibly get, then throw that french fry away

There are plenty more examples, but these are most common......

Posted by: Dana at January 26, 2006 08:06 AM

I went out on my second date since my separation on Tuesday. When the guy walked me to my car after the movie, we started discussing nail biting. I told him that I bite both my nails and fingers.

and to my horror (and his as well), I couldn't shut up.

"I have an oral fixation... I just gotta have things in my mouth."

*insert akward pause here*

Nice one, Mel. Nice one.

Posted by: Mel at January 26, 2006 08:07 AM

Hmmm... Let's see... I'm double-jointed in all of my joints. To the point that when I was learning to Tango, my instructor got to the point that he refused to touch my hips, because they kept on popping in and out of joint and he said that it felt horrible.

Posted by: amber at January 26, 2006 08:20 AM

Hmm. Well, I couldn't ride a bike till about age 10. I would pedal my big wheel backwards. That's pretty weird, if you ask me!

Posted by: Daria at January 26, 2006 08:21 AM

Wow, seven comments, and I already know I don't have anything even remotely interesting to write about. Guess I'll just read about everybody else on this one. :(

Posted by: Dawn at January 26, 2006 08:23 AM

I live in a building that is over 300 years old and is painted yellow. It used to be a grain store.

Wish I could think of something more amusing...

Posted by: Katherine at January 26, 2006 08:28 AM

I'm 30 and I don't have a drivers license. I'm actually very embarassed by this. I DID have one at one time (long story).

Posted by: Jessica at January 26, 2006 08:37 AM

Hahaha No WAY mister!!! You're not gonna trick me out of my deepest and darkest secrets by dangling a sparkly prize in front of me! (Is it a good prize??)

Posted by: Deepblue at January 26, 2006 08:44 AM

I let my wife confuse me into letting her buy a floor lamp when I clearly wanted a desk lamp. She used email trickery.

Posted by: Bill at January 26, 2006 08:50 AM

I am in the midst of a mid-life crisis.

Posted by: Allan at January 26, 2006 09:02 AM

My biological father was Larry Flynt's nurse when he was in the hospital after he got shot. Mostly because none of the female nurses wanted to be his nurse. And he got to help kick Larry out of the hospital when they found out he was staying to keep gettin drugs and was addicted to pain killers (which, um, wouldn't you just move him to a different ward? But it was the 70s, so, yeah).

I have also seen Larry Flynt's old house (just the outside) which is across the street from a large all-girls school in Columbus, OH.

Posted by: Jessie at January 26, 2006 09:19 AM

Jaw dropping huh? Well, this did it for me.

Back in June, my 31 year old brother-in-law was in an accident. We believe he had a seizure while driving. The accident was small, no one was injured. He was on his way home from work. The witnesses said that he was babbling and hitting his head (which he did when having a seizure), and he wandered across the street and ended up in a drainage ditch. 911 was called. The police and Fire and Rescue showed up, and for TWENTY minutes they let Mark lay there face down in a pool of water, in obvious distress, thrashing around. When the gal in charge of the Fire and Rescue crew went to go get him, the cop in charge ordered her not to. He argued with this woman that Mark could have a weapon. The woman disagreed, stating that it had been a few minutes since Mark had actually made any movement.

Twenty minutes, and then they turned on a fire hose to 'flush him out' ...

They eventually pulled him out, he had no pulse. They resuscitated him on scene, and he died two days later when my Father-in-law made the decision to take him off of life support since he was showing no brain activity. Cause of death? He drowned.

An investigation ensued, and this man (who has had EIGHT other people die under his watch) got a written reprimand on his file. That is it.

Even after the 'committee' was told by the Fire and Rescue woman that he made the comment "His life is more expendable than ours..." to her, when she was arguing with him that they needed to get in there to help Mark.

A written reprimand. While we, his family, deal with this bright, young, successful, kind and loving member of our family who is now gone, forever.

How is that for jaw dropping?

Posted by: jen at January 26, 2006 09:22 AM

In my private Catholic high school our class went away for a retreat to cabins in the woods. We girls told ghost stories (I tell a mean story) and went to sleep.
The next day the most popular girl in our class told our teacher that I had kept the girls up all night terrorizing them with stories of my witchcraft practises and stories of those I had killed.
All the other girls except my best friend backed her up in the individual interviews then conducted by the headmistress.
I was brought before a tribunal which accused me of practising witchcraft and began an investigation which would lead to ex-communication if I were found guilty.
During the 3 week investigation into my life, friends, parents, etc., every room and hallway would fall silent wherever I walked. People I had known my whole life refused to talk to me. Or look at me.
Luckily, popular girl made the mistake of bragging about her lies to her boyfriend, who was horrifed, told on her, and demanded they stop the tribunal.
Hows that for freaky?

Posted by: That Girl at January 26, 2006 09:34 AM

I am a beauty queen.

Posted by: Heather at January 26, 2006 09:48 AM

Well lets see where to start...

My sister is my mother, my brother is my uncle, etc., etc.,. Yes I have a very strange family tree.

My husband as well as 2 of my 4 children has ADHD, and one of these children also has O.D.D.. One of my other children was born with a metabolic disorder called PKU and has to have special diet and formula for the rest of his life.

My cockatiel thinks he's a bat, he hangs upside down in his cage. My golden retriever is gay, Seriously...and me, my sanity is hanging on by a thread! My son's doctor actually asked me if I didn't want some kind of medication or couseling to help deal with all this. LOL

Oh and did I mention that my sister thinks she is a dragon? (just kidding dragonlady474)

Posted by: MrsJoseGoldbloom at January 26, 2006 09:55 AM

I hate odd numbers. If I take some candy, it must be an even number of pieces (2 Reeses cups, 2 pieces of peanut brittle, 20 Skittles, etc.) Ditto cookies. 2 egg omelets. 2 or 4 pieces of bacon. In my jewelry making most of the beads end up in even numbered rows.

I didn't have a driver's license until I was 26. (even number there, imagine that)

Posted by: Amy at January 26, 2006 10:04 AM

My husband is a dead ringer for Kenny Chesney. Last year at Mardi Gras people kept coming up to him asking for his autograph. When we went to the Orpheuscapade ball, people were cheering as he walked by and asking for pictures with him. It was really funny but got to be annoying after awhile. We couldnt walk down the street without people staring and stopping him.

Now that Kenny and Renee are divorced he's looking forward to this years MG to see how many times he gets asked for pictures/autographs.

Posted by: Lisa at January 26, 2006 10:04 AM

How about I spent ANOTHER HOT! HOT! HOT! night with "Mr. Gym Guy."

Will that win?

Posted by: me at January 26, 2006 10:14 AM

I have an exam (neuropsychology) next wednesday. The joy.

Posted by: Hanicka at January 26, 2006 10:24 AM

Sometimes I watch my wife's Tivo'd Dr. Phils when she's not here.

Wow, that was pretty heavy. Maybe I should have saved it for Post Secret.

Posted by: dad on a wire at January 26, 2006 10:28 AM

I had dill pickles for breakfast today. YUMMM!

Posted by: Amanda at January 26, 2006 10:33 AM

lets see...

i've been a bookstore clerk, salesperson at HMV, clothing salesperson, opera singer, stage manager, backstage grunt worker, volunteer museum registrar (which meant i catalogued and numbered artifacts), newspaper reporter and photographer for four local newspapers, editor of my college newspaper, college orientation organizer, student handbook advertising sales rep, unsuccessful student council president candidate, lingerie salesperson, director of children's summer theatre daycamp, government communications officer, student of theater, music, museum technology, journalism and finally psychology, and member of my university's GLBT allies peer support network. not necessarily in that order. and all before i was 30.

oh, and i have an obessessive love of things to do with vampires. which is a propos of nothing at all...

Posted by: suze at January 26, 2006 10:34 AM

This one definetly falls under the category of TMI, but here goes....

I found out on a bet that I can lick my own nipple. But only one. And it's not all that it seems like it would be...

Posted by: Brooke at January 26, 2006 10:36 AM

i'm turning 38 in March and I have never driven a car in my life.

i don't have anything jawdropping but...

when i was about 4 or 5 my sister let me eat dog pee covered snow. i thought it was maple syrup.

Posted by: Pinky at January 26, 2006 10:48 AM

I can make my boobs bounce on their own. One better than the other, but if I concentrate hard enough, they'll both do it. Cool, huh?

Posted by: donna at January 26, 2006 10:49 AM

I don't think any of my secrets are jaw dropping.
My family's screwed up...who's isn't.
My kids are quirky, everyone's are.
My husband's the king of the rednecks...oh well.

How about this: Just this week I had discussion of anal sex--likes, dislikes, ways and way too much TMI with one of my daughter's 17 year old friends. She has decided after doing it with her boyfriend for a couple of months, that she doesn't want to do it anymore... but she doesn't want to break up with him or quit having sex in general...you know the 'normal' way.
I guess I'm the cool mom, the one they feel safe talking to ... and who will talk to them instead of shout at them... but geeeeeeeez.
Even I'm dropping my jaw at what kids do these days.

I hope the prize is one of Mia's toes...they're just so cute I could eat them up, if Beth didn't have them in her mouth all the time.....

Posted by: the speckledpup at January 26, 2006 10:58 AM

I just heard a huge crash in my clildren's room.

I went in to see what happened. The window shade was in my son's crib and the pole to the shade was in my daughter's crib, and she wasn't wearing any pants.

Posted by: Sarah at January 26, 2006 11:00 AM

Interesting, embarassing, or just funny? You decide...

Took the family to dinner at O'Charleys Sunday night. The youngest is currently potty training, so I took him into the bathroom. He did his business, and as I was preparing to do mine, his little voice piped up "poke it down, Mom! be sure to poke it down!".

Of course, the bathroom was full and everyone began to giggle...

Posted by: Alissa at January 26, 2006 11:04 AM

When I was in grade school, a friend of mine playfully took my pencil and teased me with it, waving it back and forth.
I reached out and tried to snatch it out of his hand and ended up catching and breaking off the (recently sharpened) graphite tip in my middle finger, close to the second knuckle. For some reason it did not bleed. My friend's eyes almost popped out of his head.
I took out the 2 millimeter chunk out of my finger and thought I'd solved the problem, but to this day when I turn my left palm to my face I can see a large, dark blue, blobby, freckle.
I used to think it would poison me, but it's fine there, seventeen years later.

Posted by: Tessa at January 26, 2006 11:23 AM

I will cut and paste my post from last night. Not all that thought provoking but entertaining.... At least to me.........

Most little boys LOVE Thomas the Tank Engine. Our dear friends Amy and Nelson have an adoreable little boy named Fletcher who is no exception.

Apparently Fletcher also really loves Percy. But being the typical 2 year-old, he has a difficult time pronouncing "Percy." Instead, it comes out sounding like "Pussy." This makes his daddy laugh hysterically. According to Amy, Fletcher doesn't have the Percy engine, but talks about getting Percy all the time.

He says, "Look Daddy! It's pussy! Daddy, I want pussy." Daddy I want the pussy train."

To which Nelson responds, "I know buddy, so do I."

Posted by: Lisa B at January 26, 2006 11:24 AM

I am a doula and I assist women throughout their pregnancy and labor. There is nothing I would rather be doing that helping to bring a new life into the world. HOWEVER...I am stuck sitting in a cubicle in an office working for a boss I hate so I can help my husband make ends meet. This job is sucking my soul out of me.

I also want to go to midwifery school. Am still trying to figure out a way to go to school full time AND work full time (classes are not offered at night.) Once I get that figured out, we're good to go, oh, besides that pesky matter of $32,000 worth of tuition.

Posted by: Doula Amy at January 26, 2006 11:28 AM

Women hate me when they hear the birth stories of my children.
Even though my first weighed over 9 lbs he was born after only 6 hours (that's from 1st contraction felt to birth, mind you).
The second was just shy of 9 lbs and was born in 51 minutes. (ditto)
If I have a third, I may just go to the hospital a week before I'm due.

Posted by: fauve at January 26, 2006 11:31 AM

All of the good answers are already taken, so I'm going to admit that there is nothing really interesting about me, and think I should win simply out of pity and sympathy. :-)

Posted by: Lisa at January 26, 2006 12:14 PM

I have been a severe asthmatic for most of my life. When I was about 13, I coughed so hard, I broke all the blood vessels in my eyes. Talk about kids not messing with me anymore. I WAS THE DEVIL.

While living in London in 1998, I ran into Michael Caine in a pub.

On a tour of the Queen's Box at the Covent Garden Theatre, London, England, I managed to fart on the Queen's chair. That's what she gets for making it seem like such a big deal for letting us sit there.

The last time I was in traffic court, I sat next to Michael Sweet, lead singer of the 80's christian hair metal band Stryper. He got off...I didn't

I've eaten haggis and lived to tell the tale.


I've never, ever had a boner in math class.


Posted by: JackassJimmy at January 26, 2006 12:32 PM

Hardly jaw-dropping, but perhaps quirky enough to play with the cool kids:

I cannot sleep if there are any open drawers or closet doors in my room. My husband has been known to open items discretely just to toy with me. I have always noticed.

Posted by: Julie at January 26, 2006 12:47 PM

I've been on a beach during a hurricane....ok it was a Cat. 1, but that sand really stung!

When I was a kid- I performed with my church choir on Jim and Tammy Faye Baker's show. (ACK!!!)

Posted by: Sue at January 26, 2006 12:51 PM

i'm naked.

actually, i'm not. did that at least make your jaw drop?

Posted by: kara at January 26, 2006 12:52 PM

Last night I sat in a room with about 20 other people and drew a naked guy.

Posted by: wendy at January 26, 2006 01:07 PM

I was working in The White House during the 9/11 attacks. When I ran outside, I saw and heard Secret Service men yelling into their radios to "take it down" and"shoot it down" because a plane was flying directly over our heads in restricted air space. I ran so fast because I thought that plane was gonna blow. I ran all the way to the Potamac River. The Pentagon had already been hit, this plane was trying to turn around to go back to the Dulles airport.

Posted by: Nik at January 26, 2006 01:15 PM

apparently i have the mindwarping power to influence peoples sexual preferences simply by living with them. i have only ever lived with straight women, but within the last 5 years, 5 of the 6 roommates i have had have suddenly decided they were bisexual after living with me for at least 6 months. im still holding out hope for the 6th...

Posted by: steph at January 26, 2006 01:21 PM

I had a breast reduction and they took out 12 pounds of boob.

5 years later

It grew back.

Posted by: suz at January 26, 2006 01:22 PM

I guess it's not jaw dropping but...

I'm so afraid of sharks that I will never go swimming by myself. Even in a pool. In fact, if I can't see the bottom, I may not go in AT ALL. Even the thought of it gives me the heebies.

Posted by: heels at January 26, 2006 01:25 PM

I give love a bad name. (and you know what I am talking about there! hee!)

Posted by: amy at January 26, 2006 01:32 PM

I've never in my life watched "Lost" or "24," but I nod like I know what people are talking about when we're talking about the shows around the water cooler.

Posted by: Mark at January 26, 2006 01:36 PM

I've fed a dolphin by holding a dead fish between my teeth and having it come up and "kiss" me.

I've also done similar with a giraffe. I held a giraffe treat in my mouth and had the giraffe take it out. Did you know they have REALLY long tongues? Yeah, I didn't until then either.

My oldest daughter fed a chunk of meat to a tiger with nothing but a chain link fence between the two of them.

Yet still on the animal subject, my oldest had an "animal encounters" assembly at school the other day. She came home and told me she couldn't use the bathroom after lunch because she wasn't allowed in. I asked her why, she said "Because there was a baby ostrich in there". And there really was. Apparently she also pet a python and a crocodile and got to see the spitting prowess of a bushbaby.

Posted by: Amy at January 26, 2006 01:46 PM

My Mom didn't know she was pregnant with me when I was born.(Her PCP had her on a dieting program, and she only gained 5lbs. from her pregnancy.) My Mom said she became very sick one day. She called up her PCP and said that she was having horrible stomach pains. She went down to the office and they gave her medication and told her it was probably a bowel obstruction. A couple hours later she was still in agonizing pain, called the PCP again and told her to go to the ER. At the ER they took x-rays, the nurse came over and told my Mom she was pregnant. My grandmother was with her and the first thing she told her was "How do you feel about being a grandmother on your birthday?" (Our birthdays are July 29th) My father was at work, so my grandmom had to call him to tell him that my Mom was going into labor. (He tried to say he knew the whole time she was pregnant.) I was told that my Dad almost plowed over a lady leaving the building. When I was born at 9:49pm, my Dad starting calling all our relatives saying "Pat just had a baby girl!". Everyone thought he was drunk b/c no one knew she was pregnant. Other than that I started to turn blue b/c one of my airways didn't open all the way after I was born, so I was about to get on an ambulance to go to CHOP, when I turned normal color again. I went down there anyway and my Mom was left without a baby. She still tells me she thought she was dreaming. But the cool part is when she got home, everything was there - a crib, clothes, diapers, formula, all the baby stuff they needed, their friends from work and our family had ready for us! So here I am, 23 years later, the "bowel obstruction".

Posted by: Michelle at January 26, 2006 01:51 PM

Sorry, that was somewhat of a novel I just noticed! But a good story I think! :)

Posted by: Michelle at January 26, 2006 01:52 PM

I once went sledding and hit a cement embankment at the bottom because I swerved to avoid taking out a kid. Lost my left kidney, spleen, part of my stomach and part of my small intestine...BUT...I did not break ANY bones. I did however end up in ICU for 3 weeks, out of work for 3 months, then part time for another 2 months. Kicker is...I called in sick to work that day...they read about me in the newspaper...I still work for that company.

Posted by: jennifer at January 26, 2006 02:24 PM

I once went to an *NSYNC charity basketball game all decked out as a glittering pink cowgirl. This was at the age of 24.

Posted by: laura at January 26, 2006 02:37 PM

I have a genetic hearing loss... and sometimes have to resort to reading lips (even though my loss isn't that bad). And I cannot STAND mumblers... because of said reason. I also can't stand people who ask me why I wear hearing aids. "Because I'm blind, ya big freak, why else do people wear hearing aids?"

Oh, and another interesting factoid... I spent a week in the bush of Africa (no electricity, no running water, etc) and ate goat intestine and windpipe for dinner, slept on a dirt floor, and used the bathroom in a "long-drop"... an open-roofed straw hut with a hole in the ground the size of a softball. I got more about that trip if ya wanna know... :)

Posted by: Corinne at January 26, 2006 02:53 PM

One time... my friend, Beth, posted about her fabulous lesbian experience. She deleted it before her husband could read it.

Posted by: Steph at January 26, 2006 02:55 PM

This blog was shared with me by a coworker, Michelle. She has a wonderful story about a man, Steve, who called her house in error, in the wee hours of the morning. I wish she would've shared it with you. I enjoyed the rudecactus.com site, and plan on visiting tomorrow ... when i have nothing to do ... here at work.

Posted by: Melanie at January 26, 2006 03:09 PM

The day after getting my brand new minivan I backed it into my boss's BMW. There was no damage to either vehicle...and I've never told my boss OR my husband.

Posted by: Vicky (Desperate to be a Housewife) at January 26, 2006 03:38 PM

I'm a preschool teacher. Today I had red paint on my forehead from charlie, had to hold olivia in a squat position to help her pass hard stools and am potty training a two year old that forgot to "tuck it in" and peed on me, but he peed on my pants so it looks like I PEED ON ME!

Posted by: incredimom at January 26, 2006 04:05 PM

nothing jaw dropping here, but i wanted to say that i've been quietly keeping up with mia's growth and it is a lovely progression to watch.

hope the conference wasn't too painful.

(tomorrow is friday!)

Posted by: jaymarie at January 26, 2006 04:29 PM

Every time I comment on here I have to look up my website address to copy and paste it because I can't remember what it is.

I can hold a toothpick with my tongue. It has a strange slit in the end of it. Thatís the only use Iíve found for it so far.

I have no sense of smell. I lost it ten years ago when I got hit by a car. Iíve never smelled my husbandís cologne, or the top of my babyís head.

Ruffles have ridges. I couldnít think of anything else.

Posted by: MelissaS at January 26, 2006 04:57 PM

my friend, who is in high school, just broke up with his girlfriend and is dating someone new. the old one is so upset she wants the teacher to stop them from being "so close" to eachother. the teacher doesn't do anything so her father goes up to the head of the office and wants her to do something. of course they say no.

it isn't about me, because i'm not weird, but really, that just makes you wonder what happened to that gene pool.

Posted by: ash at January 26, 2006 05:09 PM

My first child weighed 10lbs, 1 oz, he was 4 days late...my second child weighed 10 lbs, 11 oz and she was 10 days early...and I did not have C-sections.

Posted by: Laura at January 26, 2006 05:55 PM

I'll email it to you. You CANNOT publish it.

I will win.

Posted by: Stacy at January 26, 2006 06:47 PM

I stole notepads from the office. Not just ANY office, but the WHITE HOUSE Office of Management and Operations.

I interned in the Bush White House, but I did NOT vote for him before or after my tenure.

Posted by: Janet at January 26, 2006 08:21 PM

Stacy took my idea. If I do not chicken out in the next ten minutes, I will mail you my story. If I do (mail it), sorry Stacy; I will win.

Posted by: JuJu's Mom at January 26, 2006 08:28 PM

I'm currently suffering from a severe case of liquid ass pee. And consequently, ring sting.

Posted by: statia at January 26, 2006 08:42 PM

I wasted 10 minutes at work today by sharpening pencils. Don't tell me I'm not on the fast track for a promotion.

*shrug* It's the best I can do.

Posted by: Stephanie at January 26, 2006 08:55 PM

I was my senior prom queen.

Trust me, if you knew me (IRL) this would be completely shocking!

Posted by: Beth in StL at January 26, 2006 09:08 PM

last october when i was walking home from class a woman in a volvo failed to yield and ran directly into me, shattering my fibia and throwing me face first into a busy street in the middle of rush-hour traffic.

despite the gross noise my leg made and the fourteen weeks of not walking and having to give up my floor tickets to u2 and missing more than half my semester and not being able to walk at my father's funeral- i wouldn't trade the experience in for anything. ever.

Posted by: meg at January 26, 2006 11:30 PM

It is not midnight my time, but it might be there, and if so, I will cry. But something interesting about me (there are SO many options) is that:

I once had a job working in a "scale shack" as the "scale master." This consisted of pushing a button inside of a tiny little building anytime a truck drove onto the scales outside. The button would then print out a weight ticket that I would write a few numbers on and give to the driver.

Very boring job, because I mostly just sat and waited for trucks to come. But probably none of the rest of you have ever had that job!

Posted by: DeAnn at January 27, 2006 01:27 AM

The place I use to live in Scotland was sort of like a Castle (no really) and it had a river running through the property. There was a lovely old road running along the outskirts of the grounds with a stone 'road bridge' going over the river. This bridge could be seen from the front windows of the house. One morning, we saw dead body in the river below the bridge. Police, flashing lights, questions and hours later it was determined it was a suicide rather than a murder... he had left a note at home for his family.

Posted by: Amber at January 27, 2006 02:34 AM

i know i'm probably too late, but it's midnight somewhere, and you didn't designate which midnight, so i'll just tell you anyway, just to get this off my chest: i really, really, really don't like American Idol, and i've only ever watched one segment, and it happened to be when "she bangs, she bangs" was on for the very first time. ugh; what a boring show.

Posted by: RazDreams at January 27, 2006 08:03 AM

Our family has 7 bloggers, and about 25 lurkers

Posted by: cas at January 27, 2006 08:15 AM

It's too late, but here's my factoid:

I'm sort of a TV snob. I do not get into popular network programming. I'm not interested in Desperate Housewives, Sex in the City, 24 (sorry Chris), My name is Earl (boy is that ever stupid), or a host of others. The only time I turn on any of the major networks is for the local news and weather (the weather is usually off by at least 5 degrees for my area -why do I bother; I could just look out the window?)

Posted by: HR mommy at January 27, 2006 10:04 AM

Or American Idol. Or Dancing with the Stars. Or...

Posted by: HR mommy at January 27, 2006 10:04 AM

I have never ever seen a single star wars movie.

Posted by: meghan at January 27, 2006 01:01 PM

I vote for Statia. Anyone who can use the phrase "liquid ass pee" and "ring sting" together totally wins.

Posted by: Pammer at January 27, 2006 01:46 PM

Oh, I missed the deadline, but I'll leave something about myself anyway. In 2003, my blog caused me to go from a single mother with full custody to a single mother with joint custody. The blog entries caused more of a stir than the other parent who had a criminal record and had missed the first 5 years of his son's life. Judges don't like satire and sarcastic humor.

Posted by: t at January 27, 2006 04:04 PM