Well, since Chris decided to tag me, I suppose that I'll particpate. Five unknown/little known facts about myself? Hmmmmmmm?
1) While I've had 10 surgeries, broken nearly all of the fingers in my hands, a clavicle, cheek bone, and toe I have NEVER had a cast in my life. I was supposed to return to the hospital to get one once after breaking my radius in a soccer game, but the radiologists at Holland Community Hospital miss read the initial x-rays and sent me home. They called me later on that week to try and get me to come back, but I dealt with a loose splint and healed up fine.
2)I have, what I like to call a "King-duper" bed in my room right now which literally takes up more than half of my bedroom. Ryan and I purchased a king size bed for our upcoming marriage, and the only place to put it was in my room. However, there is no place for my twin sized bide to go, so I have Wall-to-wall bed in my room until further notice. :)
3) I once lied about stealing peaches from the lunch line in elementary school. I didn't actually steal them, but I thought that I'd impress my older sister Missy with my great love for peaches by lying to her about stealing some from the lunch line. She was older than me, and sprinted home to tell my parents. I then had to convince them that I was lying about stealing...who knows if they believed me.
4) My first kiss was in pre-school to Michael Riermersma. We were best friends and played with eachother nearly every day. One day while we were lining up to go outside and play, he was in the front of the boys line and I was in front of the girls line and he kissed me on the cheek. I think that my next kiss was nearly 14 years later!
5) I got kicked out of gym class for nearly the entirity of my eighth grade year, because my gym teacher didn't like me. I had to do "enrichment gym" with Mr. Worth which consisted of me spending my gym period running laps upstairs, or learning how to fish in a radioactive pond with a fishing pole I made out of a stick, some twine, carpentor staples and electric tape. My gym teachers comments to me regarding why I couldn't participate in the class was, "you can either help me teach this unit or do enrichment gym with Mr. Worth". Apparently my parents didn't find out about until well after the school year had ended. Perhaps things would have been different.
Okay, so there's my getting tagged portion of the blog...Dad, Ryan, Ceci and Dave I tag you next. Tell us five little known facts about yourselves.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
It's pretty much my favorite animal
It's a LIGER, a combination of a lion father and a tiger mother. The growth stopping hormone in both the male lion and female tiger supresses the stoppage of growth in their combined offspring creating a Liger which can grow to be over twelve feet tall on their hind-legs and weigh nearly 950 lbs!!!! I didn't think they really existed, but apparently they're the largest cats in the animal kingdom. Uhh, wow.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
BA BOOOOOOOM!
Today is one of those days that makes you take a look at your life and realize how thankful you are for what you have and for still having air in your lungs. It was a regular morning this morning, I headed to work like usual, headed to our satellite campus for the first time where I worked a regular day just like normal. It wasn't until 9 o'clock that I realized how different the city was. My supervisor showed up to work to ask if I had heard "the blast". I asked what she was talking about and she proceeded to tell me that the Falk building had exploded and that the concussion from the explosion (roughly a mile from her house) was great enough to shake pictures off her wall and shock her husband into thinking that their boiler may have exploded or that a truck had crashed into their house. Turns out that the concussion was so great that the blast was heard and felt ten-fifteen miles from the blast site. My fiance was working about fifteen miles away at his job where his co-workers felt the blast. There were three confirmed people that lost their lives today, and others in serious and critical condition, but it was more my fiance and my roommate that got me thinking. Both of them called me and left messages on my voicemail checking on me and to see how things were going at the clinic. I didn't get their messages until well after five, but I they made me think. In the midst of a crazy day I realized that I had people who cared about me and that they were concerned for me and praying for my well-being. They knew that I worked close to the explosion and they were checking to make sure that everything was alright. It took one phone call, but it made a difference. It made me think of how many times I have not called someone when I was thinking about them, and I wonder how much it would have meant to have just called them to let them know that I was checking on them. It's good to call the ones you care about. It's good to let them know that you care.
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