I was recently tagged that by Spirit Mama in a blog game! I’m supposed to reveal 6 secrets about myself and then tag six others so…here goes! And sorry, not all of these are really secrets…
1. I can’t keep my hands still. I mean, not like they shake (well except for when I’m all drugged up for asthma), but I always have to be doing something with them! All the time! If I don’t have anything to play with, I go for my rings, earrings, necklace, bracelet…
2. I once had an ER Tech offer to go through the drive-through at the place I worked so I wouldn’t have to bother with calling in.
3. I deal with severe chronic depression and I was suicidal when I was younger. No, you don’t have to worry about me killing myself now, and all my etsy friends go a long ways as a natural therapy for depression! Thanks everyone!
4. I’ve danced on tv, twice. I’ve also been known to dance in the middle of store isles, on random stages not currently in use, on the side of the freeway, and even in a War Memorial that looks like Stonehenge.
5. I own over 400 books – ok, not a secret, but a fun fact 
6. I’ve been known to do whatever I can to freak out telemarketers. When I was unmarried my phone was listed with just my first initial and my last name. So when people called asking for Mr. or Mrs. Andersen I’d freak out, “would you people quit calling me? He’s dead ok! Let me mourn in peace!” Or I’d ask when I’d married my brother… Yes, I know, I’m mean, but I honestly didn’t do that more than maybe, 10 times?
Ok now it’s your turn! I’m too tired to think of who I want to nominate that I don’t already know has been nominated…so I’m just going to challenge YOU to reveal all!
6 responses so far ↓
agoodwitchtoo // September 27, 2008 at 6:42 pm
I like to dance in random places as well! Or burst spontaneously into song
Carapace // September 27, 2008 at 6:59 pm
Here’s a scandaous secret- I was a telemarketer for all of a week. It is seriously one of the most soul killing jobs ever. I’d almost rather waitress, and I’d rather be a drug mule than waitress again. For real.
The only thing that made it at all interesting was the occasional wacky call.
…wouldn’t it have made more sense for the ER tech to *call* in for you?
Also: I like your leetle icons! What are they?
Jimena // September 27, 2008 at 11:20 pm
hahahaha poor telemarketers!!!
I have worked on phones (no telemarketing though) and it was not as bad.. but I never had someone saying something like that at me…. I would have cracked up…
although i once called a woman who talked real soft… it was as if she was telling you a secret…
and once someone yelled at me and hung up… i hated that damn woman…
jedimarri // September 28, 2008 at 4:29 am
Cara – if your not a member of WordPress I’ve got it set so that it automatically generates a random alien icon for you
Lily // September 28, 2008 at 5:11 am
Ruthie dear…I was a telemarketer for many a year from my first job, and the some later becoming the manager of the telemarketing crew! I made ton’s of money, for my age.
Now I have a whistle and have a tendency to blow it into the phone or scream bloody murder. I am on the do-not-call list. What does one expect?
I love the song by Faith Hill “I Hope You Dance”… don’t ever stop. Its a natural high for your spirit and soul.
Hugs ya,
~Lily
omshantihandcrafts // October 2, 2008 at 6:10 pm
Depression is teh SUCK. I’ve been fighting it for far, far too long.
But dancing? Dancing helps.