Oooooo, my first, and perhaps my last, meme. For your reading pleasure, here they are: Five Things Most People Don’t Know About Me.
1. When I was [redacted] years old, I used to sing less-than-tuneful songs to the squirrels in my backyard, whom I named Buffy and Muffet. My repertoire included show tunes, patriotic anthems, jazz standards. It didn’t matter. Judging by the performances currently taking place at our house during “potty hour,” I can see that this gene has been propagated in all its glory.
2. I was in the pep squad in high school, also known as cheerleading-for-smart-girls. Apparently, this is not as much fun to watch.
3. I once ate three boxes of Samoas in one sitting. Then again, who hasn’t?
(By the way, I’m talking about Samoas, not Caramel “deLites.” The former were much, much better. Must have been that sprinkling of delicious racism. Plus the fact that groove is in the heart, not a box of cookies. Stupid Girl Scouts.)
4. I went through most of college thinking I was a biology major. This made no sense whatsoever.
5. In addition to wearing braces, I also wore a retainer, a headgear, and a god-awful invention called “The Bionator.” Contrary to the name, it didn’t make me bionically strong (unless emotional resilience is a muscle that can be flexed). Instead, this hellish contraption clamped your front teeth and bottom teeth together over a series of tortuous months, thereby bringing your lower jaw forward (while simultaneously setting all social progress backwards).
Now, my jaw makes a horrendous popping/crackling/ exploding noise whenever I chew. I have the following conversation almost everyday:
Stranger: What’s that sound?
Me: What sound?
Stranger: Like a jackhammer, but coming from your mouth.
Me: Oh, it’s probably my TMJ.
Stranger: Oh, okay. I thought there were chunks of cement in your yogurt.
Sometimes, my jaw unexpectedly locks up in a most painful fashion. Unable to call for help, I’m forced to fling myself against the wall over and over with great force until it unlocks. And then comfort my crying children.
And, I think that’s all of the embarrassing facts for today. Thanks a lot, CookieCrumb. Let the humiliation continue with Ed and, oh, I don’t know, Julie?
Well, I'll share some long-repressed shame of my own ... note I am posting here rather than on my own blog (Rich can confirm most of these):
*Fat church organist, 1985-1988 (sophomore-senior years in high school, amazingly the girls didn't dig the combination of being portly and uber-religious); luckily, Crohn's Disease made me an emaciated church organist from 1988-1989
*Once owned a Members' Only knockoff jacket with the word "Wolfman" where it should have said "Members' Only"; tried to mark out the "Wolfman" part in black ink (1984)
*Christmas Ball date told me she was sick, went with someone else (1986)
*Memorized the license plates of everyone on my block (1976)
That's it for now.
Posted by: Years of Therapy and Paxil | January 17, 2007 at 03:05 PM
Dude, I just finished off my third box of Samoas like an hour ago... now I'm on to the thin mints even though I think they suck.
Posted by: Samoan - Hawaiian... same thing... | January 17, 2007 at 04:13 PM
Aw, dang. I didn't get chosen for the pep squad. Does that mean I was dumb enough but too flat-chested to be a cheerleader?
Posted by: cookiecrumb | January 17, 2007 at 07:33 PM
CC - A twenty went a long way towards overlooking dumbness back then (a better bargain than the $100 required to overlook flat-chestedness).
Samoan/Hawaiian - Sometimes it's not about deliciousness, but rather what happens to be around. I'll scarf thin mints in a pinch. Cold.
Therapy/Paxil - that license plate thing explains a lot.
Also, Dancing Deer would like to point out that their cookies contain 100% pure groove. My mistake.
Posted by: Tammy | January 18, 2007 at 11:01 AM
At least you can stand when your mouth clicks out! I have a knee that does the same, renders me motionless flat on my back until SOMEONE ELSE snaps it back. Try getting a 3 year old to do that! :)
Posted by: Meredith | January 19, 2007 at 01:25 AM
I've never known anyone else to wear The Bionator. I suddenly feel far less freakish - thank you!
Posted by: xsquared | January 24, 2007 at 10:01 AM
So glad I could help, xsquared.
Posted by: Tammy | January 24, 2007 at 09:36 PM