Here goes:
~I once worked for the FBI.
~My first teaching job was with high-school dropouts who wanted to get their HS Diploma. They were mostly teenage mothers and gang members (or both). Good times. I was cursed out more times than I care to count.
~My mother was my labor coach when The Boy was born. DH (now "ex-DH") waited in the hall with my father. Wimp. (the ex, not my dad)
~My former MIL was the one who got me back into knitting by giving me some old needles, a book, and yarn that we found while I was helping her clean out the attic.
~I was born in Germany.
~I had a serious issue with feet (mine or anyone else's) until about 10 years ago. I wouldn't even wear sandals before then! I've since gotten over this, and now sport a script letter "Z" tattoo (for The Boy) on my left foot, which I think is very cute.
~I got that tattoo in Miami, from a man reading the Spanish version of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. It was fate. I also almost passed out. Seriously. Don't try tattooing your foot unless you really, really, REALLY have a high tolerance for pain.
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Wow on the tattoo - no way am I signing up for that one - I am a huge wimp about pain!
ReplyDeletefeet have a lot of bones and not a lot of cushioning! Your truly are a gryffindor. the bravest of the brave! Dont forget to post your quidditch quiz today!!
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