Required "Meme" which is a ridiculous term, I think

You've already read how this works, but for fear of the grand blog council...

The rules:
1. Post these rules before you give your facts
2. List 8 random facts about yourself
3. At the end of your post, choose (tag) 8 people and list their names, linking to them
4. Leave a comment on their blog, letting them know they’ve been tagged.
(I'm not tagging anyone, as anyone I would've tagged has already been tagged and I'm not going to torture any of the others)

8 things on top of the already 5 things that I used before…

8. I’ve had about a grillion jobs in my life. I know that sounds ridiculous but seriously…I’ve been a: Training Specialist, Extension Educator, Clinical Dietitian, Graduate Assistant, Dental Hygienist, Bartender, Mary Kay Salesperson (I know it’s shockiing), Front Desk Manager at Comfort Inn, KFC worker, Server, Grocery Stock Person, Mowed Yards, Agricultural Field Anaylst, Accounting assistant, Gas Station Attendant, Worked on a Draft Horse Farm, Baled Hay…and I’m sure I’ve forgotten some.

7. I got John Denver’s autograph in the Pizza Hut in my home town when I was 5 or 6, b/c my mom was scared to death and sent me over instead (I was cute then.) I have no idea where it is.

6. When I was 20 I purchased my first “cool car,” it was a 1995 Monte Carlo, what?…of course it was red! Anyway, it was a vehicle that was often “tested to the limit,” we’ll say. On one such occasion, when track conditions were less then optimal, I nailed the Hardee’s mailbox after hoping a curb. The mailbox (set in concrete) didn’t really feel like going anywhere. It smashed the windshield and the remaining post scratched all down the side of my car. The curb did a nice number on two of my custom rims. I cried first b/c it scared the stuffing out of me; I cried second because my car looked like it had been to war.

5. I skipped school ONCE during my senior year as means of finally “doing something I shouldn’t.” I somehow convinced my brother to lie for me. He told the school secretary that mom told him to tell her I was sick. We were both the straight laced never do anything wrong kids, so she believed it. (I seriously don’t understand how I achieved that to this day, Bob’s a pretty hard nut to crack.) After my first year of college, I kinda opted out of the “straight laced never do anything wrong crowd.”

4. During the summer of 1998, I spent one “awakening” night in what I’ll call “an abandoned and then confiscated migrant worker hut” in Greeley, Colorado. It was the summer post graduation from Hygiene school and I was supposed to spend it employed by the Colorado State Public Health Dept. I had agreed to room with a girl “site unseen” as I was living in Illinois and didn’t even consider the fact that I might want to check it out a little better…I just knew I was going to live in Colorado, so I didn’t care…I thought. The entire place was about as big as my living room, it had those steel bars like you see bracing the ceiling in old basements, that were acting to hold the walls apart across the ceiling, bare wiring and holes in the floor big enough you had to get a running start to jump over them. In addition my "bedroom" that was more like a medium sized closet had a window in it...that was cracked from top to bottom. It had been "repaired" with duct tape and the broken pieces swayed as the wind blew. I decided that it would be my first and only night when, in the early morning hours, a mouse decided to crawl across my abdomen from a hole in the wall during my night of wakefulness. It might have been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, waking up that morning knowing that I had to to tell that poor women that I couldn’t live there for an entire summer. I’m certainly abundantly blessed.

3. When I was like 12 or something I convinced my then gullable brother (gullible he is NO LONGER!) to eat a hot banana pepper out of our garden, because “it’s sweet like a banana, why else would it be called that?” I felt a little bad for laughing so hard as he sucked water from the garden hose like a fire engine.

2. I’ve been baptized twice, because the first time didn’t stick. Just kidding…I grew up in a church where the act of baptism was considered your welcome to “the family of Christ.” So, while I wasn’t required to do it again by the church I was actually saved in, I opted for a “re-do” knowing I was instructed to do so by God’s Word, as a physical symbol of what had acutally finally taken place in my heart.

1. I once paid 150 bucks to get on an earlier flight, so that I could get home to see my boyfriend 12 hours earlier. While it was probably kinda goofy, on top of it being a gross misappropriation of funds, in the world of Melissa; I’d do it again.