Simply Charmed

So here is the place where I let you in on dirty little secrets, fun tidbits and just random stuff I didn’t know where else to put. Hopefully I’ll make you laugh, and give you some fun things to read.

The oven scares me.
Ever since I was little I steered clear of the kitchen. I’ve always had this innate fear of ovens. I’m always afraid that I’m going to burn myself when I put something in. The stove top doesn’t bother me at all, and I can cook on that just fine. If I want to eat something that requires going in the oven I’ll prepare it, and then have Jimbo put it in and take it out for me.

I have eight parents.
Funny hahah… no really I do. I have four moms, and four dads. They are as follows. My adopted parents that raised me, My biological parents that put me up for adoption. I also have a step mom; my adopted parents divorced and my dad remarried. I also have one mother in law, and two father in laws, one of which is deceased.

I’m always losing things.
I’m not an absentminded person, I just can’t keep track of quite a bit of things. If it’s something I need to use on a regular basis I’m constantly misplacing it. I don’t wear jewelry because that’s just too expensive to replace all the time. It’s why I don’t carry a purse, if I did I’d lose everything all at once. It’s also why my husband keeps track of things for me.

At sixteen I started college.
I HATED high school. It was probably the worst time in my life. In three years I attended four different high schools in three different states. I just wanted to get out, and I didn’t really care how. My dad agreed to let me test out of high school at sixteen under the agreement I would take at least online college classes. So that’s what I did. I took the CHSPE, and passed my first time. Just before my seventeenth birthday I started taking online classes.

My first job was working at Disney.
My dad got me my first job at sixteen when I graduated high school. We both worked on the construction site for Disney’s California Adventures. I didn’t actually build any of it, but I did work as an administrative assistant for four bosses. I worked for Rock & Waterscape. I only worked there for a few months, but it was exciting as I worked on the actual construction site. I met a lot of interesting people, and now have an interesting blurb to tell about it.

I was a middle child put up for adoption.
How crazy is that shit. Do you ever hear of that… I must have been one bad baby. Actually the decision to put me up was made over 5 years before my other sister would have been born. So I really wasn’t a middle child when I was born, only five years later did that happen. I have no anger towards my mom for putting me up for adoption, and keeping my other sisters. I have a wonderful life, and now I get to have two families.

It took me three tries to pass my driver’s test.
Laugh all you want :). I hardly ever got to practice driving, I took my test in a city I didn’t live in, and it was in freaking California. Did I mention I was almost eighteen by the time I got around to getting my license. Go ahead… you can laugh again. I know some people my age (25) that still don’t have it. At least I passed the written on the first try.

I hold a 2nd degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do.
By the time I was thirteen years old I held a 2nd degree black belt. My parents enrolled me in martial arts when I was eight years old. For the next five years I learned how to defend myself, thankfully though I’ve never had to use it. I could break wood by nine, fight by ten, and assist in teaching by thirteen. I went to several tournaments; participated in two demos at our local mall, and two schools. We also had a board-breaking demo in the Wal-Mart parking lot. As a black belt I also sat on the judges panel during testing if I wasn’t testing for another belt.

The only accident I’ve been in was with a police officer.
When I was nineteen I got into a head on collision with a local police officer. I’m not going to sit here whining, “Oh it wasn’t my fault!”. It makes little difference who was at fault, of course they were going to favor him. The city I live in ended up suing me for 25,000 dollars for repairs to the police cruiser. In the end I didn’t fight the lawsuit because my insurance covered it, and dropped me shortly after. Didn’t matter much, my car was totaled anyways. They actually had to cut me out; my seat belt was on an automatic track, and became stuck on impact. Thankfully, neither one of us were seriously hurt, bumps and bruises mostly.