My friend Carissa always has the best Tell the Truth Tuesdays. Today, I thought it would be fun to copy her a little...
Here are some MarytheKay truths--free of charge!
Skunks?? Why skunks? Wait for it....
1. I am such a nightowl, and have been since I was little. I can remember being 10 or 11 and staying up extra late on Friday or Saturday nights--later than everyone in my family--reading a Nancy Drew mystery in my bed. I remember always being creeped out when I got to the scary/suspenseful parts, and realizing I was the only one awake in the house...the creaky old house with about 115 hiding places!
2. Speaking of hiding places...Well, it's NO WONDER that I was creeped out by the creaky noises late at night--I had a family who just LOVED hiding out and scaring each other. (Okay, myself included) Yeah, my family just loves telling the story of how I had "drop seizures" when they used to jump out and scare me. What's a drop seizure, you ask? Well, when they would scare me (sometimes wearing a gorilla mask, might I add!), I basically just slumped to the floor. Fully conscious--just scared, I guess. Wouldn't YOU drop to the floor if a gorilla human was sitting on the floor of your closet when you reached in???
3. I am training for a 5K, using the C25K program. I am on Week 5, Day 2...However...I have now done Week 5, Day 2 three times now! I am just too scared to jump from an 8-minute run to a 20-minute run. That's a pretty BIG jump. Has anyone out there done this program? Can anyone offer me encouragement? The one person I asked just told me she got STUCK on the same week/day.
4. I fell in love with my husband...while skunk hunting. (Oh, the picture!) Have you ever heard anything MORE REDNECK? I promise it wasn't as redneck as it sounds, said the redneck gal from Arkansas! I'll tell the story here sometime. Maybe this summer--in honor of our 20th wedding anniversary!! That could be fun!
5. I NEVER know the lyrics to any songs on the radio. It's really pitiful. Also, I hardly ever know who is singing the song. I CAN, however, tell you if the song is in tune, or if it sounds good! To me, a song is all about the music, not the words. I do like when songs tell a story...I just usually miss out on the story--until my husband or daughters tell me about it. I'm really NO FUN at parties when people start quoting lyrics or trying to think of what group used to play that song playing... And my friends will be happy to confirm this statement, I am sure.
6. Speaking of music...I play the flute and the piano. I took piano for a lot of years--maybe 10?--but I didn't practice at all like I should have, and don't play AT ALL like a 10-year pianist. (I promise I'm not just being modest!) I took from a wonderful, very serious classical teacher. In my last couple of years with him, my lesson was in-between my teacher's 2 very best students--a child prodigy pianist (truly), and a serious pianist my age--who now plays professionally. There I was in the middle. I called myself the comic relief! I still can play the songs I memorized those last years--and one in particular drives my sister crazy. Guess what I do every single time she visits? Oh, you betcha--I play her my song!!! It's a Chopin waltz, I believe. It goes like this: Duh duh, duh duh duh duh duh duhhhh, duh duhhhhh, duh duhhh duh duh duh duh duh duhhh, duh duhhh. You know the one?
7. Okay, just so I don't leave you thinking I am a total music flunkie...I was much better at the flute than piano. You know why, kids? Because I PRACTICED. I worked really hard at it. Plus, maybe it was easier. *grin*
8. Annnnd, so that you can picture me as the total band nerd that I was: I also twirled the flag. Oh yeah--flag corps, baby! And, thankfully I never had to wear the spandex body suits you sometimes see those girls wear (and boys, *shiver*). We wore skirts and white boots with tassels.
Okay, let's stop there. 8 is enough, right? (I am TICKLING myself right there! Those of you old enough, will know exactly why!) I don't want to bore you to death with more trivia and truth. I already see one head in the back yawning and nodding off.
As my Gram used to say, "Good night, good people!"