A Game of Tag.

Melissa tagged me, so you better run...I'm IT!

I'm to tell five interesting things about me. This was hard. I'm not interesting, I'm boring.

1. Speaking of boring. My nickname in college was Boring Carolyn. I like to think it wasn't in literal terms so much as it was because I would always choose going to bed rather than staying up to play or go out. I still am this way but even more so now that I'm a mother. I love to sleep and need a lot of it. Maybe I like to sleep so much because it means I get to dream...

2...I day dream a lot. I find myself making up conversations in my head or visualizing myself in some made up scene. And so when I lie down to finally go to sleep, I don't count sheep... I make up a new story in my mind. Ah, relaxing.

3. My babysitter growing up was the community pool. I was a fish, if I remember correctly. My sisters were lifeguards and so, back then when things didn't matter so much, my mother would drop off my little sister and me in the mornings and pick us up hours later. I loved it! I did go for the swim team in high school, but as soon as I realized it would interfere with cheerleading I chose the latter. I guess swinging pom-poms was more glamorous. I don't regret it, but eventually during my senior year I became certified to lifeguard.

4. My lifeguard instructor was a couple (few) years older than me, he had long hair, he was tan, he had muscles, and he was an inspiring actor...therefore, I thought he was so cool! After being certified I had a question and needed to call him up for the answer (I don't even remember this guy's name! Actually, wait, it was Mike). I was on cloud nine when he ended up asking me out. Ooooh, I thought I was pretty cool that day.

5. But after only two years of lifeguarding, I was tired of it. I didn't want to do it anymore!... nonetheless I did lifeguard one more year. It was at a Canyon Gate Country Club in Vegas. This club also had a summer kids camp. This kids camp had counselors. One of those counselors ended up being my husband!

(Let's just do a couple more for the heck of it)

6. I learned first hand it is true when they say... "No more monkey's jumping on the bed!" I have a scar running up the whole back of my right calf to prove it. I broke a spring of the bed from jumping and it had popped out. I didn't notice and when I slid off the bed, I sliced my leg.

7. Seven years ago my husband and I moved to San Diego for the summer. I didn't know anyone there, so I thought it would be a perfect time to do something to myself that I had always wanted to try...That was fun!

The end.