Worst Jobs Ever:
- Light bulb changer at Brigham Young University. I was the fastest light bulb changer in the West.
- Sweat sweeper upper at the basketball games at Southern Utah University. I wore a red vest and ran onto the court in front of thousands of people during time-outs to sweep up the sweat that had dripped off the basketball player's smelly bodies. I won two weeks of college campus notoriety during one game. I was in la-la-land, heard the time-out buzzer sound and headed onto the court with my freakishly large dust mop. Unfortunately, I failed to notice the cheerleader running past me rushing to perform a routine. I ran my broom right into the back of her stick-thin leg and knocked her flat on her chest in front of a sell-out crowd.
- I'm cheating a little on this one, because it wasn't a actual job I was paid for. But it was a job I was assigned to and graded on, so it's close enough to count. In junior high, our shop class collaborated to make these wonderful little hot dog sticks we were going to sell at the end of the year. After several minor mishaps (blast my debilitating klutziness) my shop teacher took me aside and said, "I think we better find a special job just for you." He then assigned me to be the safety inspector. Trust me, the name is misleading in its importance. My sole job was to install carboard over the stick's prongs so that no one would poke out an eye. My parents were so proud.
Jess and Rory
Jim and Pam
Anne and Gilbert Blythe
4 Fave TV Shows:
The Office
Ugly Betty (Lovin' it lately)
Heroes
King of Queens (No more new ones...too bad).
Most Embarrasing Moment
Back in 7th grade, when I was a band nerd, I was sitting in class right next to a boy I had had a fat crush on for approximately two years. Unfortunately, back in seventh grade I also had fat warts all over my hands. I had had them frozen with some sort of liquid junk, and as a result they were larger than normal and filled with pus. Anyway, on this particular day, I just could not resist squeezing one of them. My boy crush must have been leaning over towards me, perhaps to get a closer look at the disgustingness. All of the sudden, one of those warts popped, shooting a stream of liquid straight up into the air. The boy then jumped up and ran out of the room, screaming at the top of his lungs, "My eye! My eye! She got wart juice in my eye!"
Oddly enough, he never did seem to reciprocate my feelings of affection after the aforementioned incident.
Past Dreams, Present Dreams
When most kids are little, they want to be something grand when they grow up, like the President of the United States, a movie star, or a professional athlete. Me, on the other hand, when I was a little girl, I used to dream I would grow up and work in a shoe store. Not really sure why....I just loved the smell of new leather and neatly stacked boxes. And yes, I was a boring child, in case you're wondering.
Now that I'm older and the shore-store career route didn't work out, I would love to write a book. I wouldn't even care if it was never published, although it would be a nice bonus to make millions and be interviewed by Oprah. The major thing currently blocking my career path to literary stardom is the fact that I can't come up with any sort of decent plot. Maybe I should write about a girl who works in a shoe store.
Oh, and i'm not going to tag anyone, but if any of you want to answer any of these, please do.
11 comments:
You are so cute. I love reading your blog!
Hmm..shoe store eh? Did it have anything to do with that book we used to have..don't remember the name but a little girl and her mom go shopping and she gets a new pair of shoes? I Liked that book..this is a boring comment....live with it.
It probably had everything to do with that book, come to think of it. It's called "All Around the Town," I think. Man, I loved that book.
Lacey I love you. This is fabulous. Please tag yourself weekly from now on.
Thank you.
Also, I totally want to write a book too, and I totally never can come up with a plot. Why do books need plots, anyway?
Also . . . wart juice. Brilliant.
Also! We need to have a Scarlet Pimpernel party immediately. Do you have it? I only have VHS and I left it in Utah anyway.
PS I HIGHLY doubt you were a boring child. What with the juicy warts and weird dreams and stuff.
PS. I want to be invited to your SP party.
p.p.s. Wart juice IS really embarrassing. Who was the boy? He probably didn't deserve you.
p.p.p.s. My cousin Sara is writing a book, with a super captivating plot, and she said that she was stumped for a long time until she prayed about it, and BAM. It came to her. So...take it to the mattress.
Miriam is invited to the party. Anyone else who appreciates the red pimp is invited.
I really wanted to quote some hilarious line from the movie right here, and I really can't think of ANY. Dang it.
Also, I went to SP the play in Orem and it was cool. I wonder if it's still there sometimes?
Dustin and I just recently rented the SP from netflix. Good times! Dustin actually liked it..and I pretended NOT to totally want to make out with the hottie, hot, hot, MR. PIMPERNELL himself. Can't think of his name on the movie now for some reason. AH..it came to me it is PERCY!Oh Percy I want you!
Miriam, it is only fitting you are invited to the party as you are the one who introduced me to the great SP. Let's start looking for some great deals on airline tickets.
The wart juice boy-was Jared Campbell(not really sure why I had a crush on him). Do you remember him? He had bright red hair and moved away after the ninth grade or so.
Christy--I don't have the movie but will order it off of Net flix ASAP! Yay for movie parties.
Lacey you've got to be kidding about the wart juice!! lol I've totally had warts before and frozen off before...nasty stuff!!! That is hilarious and sitcom worthy. And your comment- I love "All Around the Town" too! Good book.
I was wondering if you guys would be coming here for the holidays. I would love to get together! Just let me know when is good for you since you will be the out of towners. :)
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