It’s official. I'm very uninteresting. Have you all seen this Versatile Blogger Award spreading like that nasty oil spill? Well, no one tagged me personally. Not one of you (unless I missed it, in that case I apologize). Finally, Anne Marie at Goals for the Week took pity on me. So, here are four random things about me. I only have four because on my 43rd birthday I listed 43 other random things, so I am running out. Maybe that’s why I didn’t get tagged. You are sick of my randomness.
1. I got my period when I was sixteen and I’m still waiting to go through the rest of puberty
2. I almost got crushed to death by one of these when I was ten years old outside of a nursing home:
3. A friend painted a picture on my pregnant belly at my baby shower. Obviously we had already named the little guy. Funny thing is, he kind of came out looking like the picture:
4. I fell out of a car when I was two. It was the days before seatbelts and car seats. My dad went around a corner, the door flew open and I flew out. My brother tapped my dad on the shoulder and said, “Beth’s gone.” They found me crying on the side of the road. I still think my brother pushed me. I lived. Guess it wasn’t my time.
That’s all I got.
Wish me luck on my triathlon tomorrow. Or at least wish me not to be DFL. I don’t start until 8:20, so by the time I run it’s going to be toasty.