TAGGED ...

Yeah ! I finally got tagged by my friend, Mel - so I thought I had better do it before I forgot too, so .....

The rules, each person starts with 7 random facts and/or habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own Blog about the 7 things, as well as the rules. You need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your Blog. Also each fact or habit HAS to be new and not been talked about before on your blogs.

1) As a child, my parents were highly religious, I was in a group called "Awana's" at church and memorized the Bible ... the WHOLE Bible. I won awards and was asked to recite verses in front of tons of people. I was the youngest in our region to have done that, so for a short time, I was pretty well liked.

2) Okay, this one is probably going to take a while, however it is what NO ONE (here) knows about me the most I would say. I also did not want to do a "define me" blog, because I know that this is a big part of who I am.

In school, (as I've mentioned before that I hated my school years) I WAS "THE" kid to get picked on. That is not a joke ... I am sure that every school had one of em' and I was "it" in mine. Have you ever seen "Never Been Kissed" ...well, I was Josie Gellar. Most of the younger years were ok, no problems and I liked school alot, but as I got older and my parents refused to buy the Guess Jeans, Nike shoes and I.O.U. sweatshirts that were popular, as well as thier refusal to pay for anything for me even joining sports, or letting me curl my hair - I became THE kid in class to be picked on MOST. I am going to share with you some times I had as examples, but also as a way to get to know who I am and just why I have people issues still to this day. I am also hoping that talking about it will help me too.

I cannot remember ONE day of my going to JR high (6-8 gr.) that I was NOT beat up in some form. I also had eggs thrown at me, spitwads, and basically anything that was not tied down to something. I am sure that you can use imagination to fill in some things, because they were thrown at me too. I could not use the bathroom or go to gym without being teased. I cried E.V.E.R.Y.D.A.Y. .... I hated school, I begged not to go, but no one cared. NO ONE. I remember going to the only school dance that I EVER went to - my mom let me wear one of her only pair of cool stretch pants that she had, and I was tripped just as Bon Jovi's song came on, "I'll be there for you" thus for ripping the pants and being extremely embarrassed in front of everyone. My mother still never let me forget that I ripped her pants, and after that she never let me wear anything of hers again. In gym class, someone put ink all over my uniform, which I got into trouble for - I was tripped several times because I couldn't run the mile. (I have asthma) There were times that sitting in front of some of the kids, they would take thier scissors to my hair and cut it off in places, or cut the back of my shirt. I was teased because I wasn't allowed to shave my legs for the longest time, my parents were highly religious and didn't think I was old enough for it. I was teased when I even attempted to change or try. I was teased for my sensitive skin and "scab" was my "nickname". I had tons of things stolen from me, folders homework, books, glasses, ok - anything that I had. I had my 8th grade math teacher (Mrs "E". as I will always remember her) tell me that I was never going to finish school and that I should just go ahead and kill myself because I was never going to be good at anything or of use to anyone. She was the cheerleading coach, so figure that one out, it was all about popularity at my school. I had several other teachers (Mr. I., Ms. R. and Mr L.) WATCH me get beat up on several occasions and DO nothing ! I remember the one with Mr. L. the most, I had been punched in the stomach by a girl who did not like me and he just stood there and looked at me.

In HS ... some of the teasing stopped, but other kids started and it was worse. Not yet a day of not being beat up or having something thrown at me. I however started to get annoyed and argue back - which of course got me alot of detentions and never got the "cool" kids in trouble. I had my spanish teacher (Ms. C) once again tell me that I was useless, and that I should go kill myself. This time, I was a little smarter and I got her into BIG trouble for that. The last straw was just before I met Adam. I was waiting in line for the bus one day and a girl named Dawn, came up behind me with some others and poured something slimey onto my head. I did not know what it was, so I didn't want to touch it. I got on the bus and rode the few blocks home with everyone laughing thier asses of at me ! When I did get home , I ran immediately to my room, wiping the stuff off my head with a towel. In the towel also came my hair .... not all of it, just clumps from all over and it burned. I didn't know at that time, but it was Nair. I had never used it, so I didn't know. (Thus fore creating the STILL now famous "NAIR INCIDENT" in my hometown.) Needless to say, I shaved my head and tried to make the most of it. (That was WHY I had short hair, because it WAS long.) After that, I will admit to you that I did try to kill myself, several times, all to which obviously, didn't work. I brought a knife to school and in Home -EC class told everyone I would do it right there. right now - so they'd all be happy. Well, that got me suspended for 6 months, but hell, I was happy about that ! That was when I met Adam, and he became my savior as well as my first and only boyfriend. Story after that has already been told ... But that is why I am the way I am sometimes around people, I get anxiety attacks and fear others sometimes, even though I KNOW it is not them or that I really have no reason to mistrust them. I just do.

3) I have one sister; named Dawn, who is EXACTLY to the day; 10 years older than I am. She was born in November 1964 and I in 1974. She has a different father than I do and is alot prettier than I ever was. She was reallly popular in school, joined everything and had tons of friends - not at all like me. MY father treated her differently tho, because she was not his, so her and I don't talk because of that reason, (atleast I think) we've never got along well and I really don't know alot about her. I have tried several times to "be friends", but she is just not at all interested. I always wished that we could tho. I also have one brother,named Jimmy; but my mom gave him up for adoption when thier father died and I have never met him. (The picture is of my parents, my dog and my sister and brother.)

The pic below is of me with my sister, my sister - her ex-husband and thier girls - then Jordan and I.

4) After I met Adam we moved to NJ, where as fate would have it I met my BF Tammy. She was awesome to hang out with however after her divorce she went from a size 20 to a size 2 ... and became involved with her boyfriend who is into swingers clubs. Yes, that is what I said. I will admit that she did talk Adam and I into going to a couple times, times in which we realized that - that lifestyle was NOT for us ! The clubs are definitly for people that are a bit more secure with thier looks, which I am NOT ... plus it helps to be alot more open to things and receptive ...which is something I really have troubles with. (Along with being jealous of other girls even glancing at Adam) I had thought about doing a blog on this as many of you seem curious, but I haven't decided on that yet.

5) I have seven tattoos and once had 13 peircings. I have drawn all my own tatoos and pierced alot of my own piercings. I have alot of friends that do tats, so it once was a thought for me to do some as well, but alas my kids come first and I really didn't like some of the ppl that would hang out there or the music they listened to. I was thinking about doing a blog on this too.

6) I cannot handle mortality very well. I can handle my own, and it really don't worry me at all, but other peoples will tear me up for months. If the person had such a good life or direction in life with plans, kids or how they helped things, I will just cry about it forever. I still don't know that I ever really got over the space shuttle thing when I was in 5th grade. :O) wow !

7) The only thing I will not talk about freely. I went to visit my friends Danielle and Heather in the NYC / NJ area in September of 2001. I met these good friends when were lived in Jersey so thought it was time for a visit. This is NOT something that I like to talk about, it was a horrible time and do not like to re-live it.

Well, that is all that I have ...hope that you liked it.

OH FORGOT TO TAG .... UM, lets see, WINDI, SUNSHINE, TERRI, ANGEL, TAMMY, CG and 24.

HAVE A GOOD DAY ALL ! :o)

TAMMIE