Honest Scrap~ Part 2

Now for Part 2 of Honest Scrap. If you missed Part 1 of this post, you can click *here* to see it.

6. I use the Proactiv System to help with my facial break outs.



I love it.

Before I started using Proactiv, I really struggled with embarrassing break outs. But after only a few weeks of using this system, my skin improved so much.

I personally think that my skin has never looked better. What do you think? ;)



7. I used to have a big mole on my face.



I always hated it. But I lived with it, until I was in the eleventh grade that is.

A jerk guy in my art class at the time drew a caricature portrait of me. It was very good, admittedly, but he made the mole in my portrait ginormous! I was so humidified mortified. I went home crying and begged my mom to take me to the doctor to have it removed. Which she did. Thank you, Mom!

Not long after I had that big thing whacked off of my face, a new girl was making a name for herself in the modeling scene. You may remember her....Cindy Crawford anyone?



And much to my chagrin, she was made famous because of the "beauty mark" on her face.

Sigh.

I was so far ahead of my time.

8. Once I tried to be helpful to a stranger, but it did not work out at all like I had planned.

See, my mom and I were driving by this house in Crazyville, and there were a lot of cows all on the property. And to me, it looked as if one of the cows was on the grass, way too close to the road. I didn't like the thought of someone crashing their car into that BIG animal, so I pulled over and got out of the car. I saw the farmer out near the house, and I went to tell him that one of his cows was loose.

It went something like this....



Me: (As I was walking closer and closer to the man) Excuse me sir, one of your cows is llllll...oooooo.....sssssss...eeeeee.

Farmer: (Said as he chuckled to himself) No it's not! I've got an electric fence all the way around the property.

Me: (Dizzy and numb from having just been shocked as I walked right into the electric fence) Just ignore me....I'm sorry that I bothered you.

*Sigh*

Needless to say, if I say a loose cow now, I just keep on driving.

And please, whatever you do, do not mention that I told you this story to Shannon. He falls over in a heap of laughter every time anyone mentions getting "shocked" or "cows on the loose" around him.

You know the old saying....."No good deed goes unpunished."

And just between you and me, till this very day, every time I see a cow, I swear my leg goes numb. ;)

9. After living in the boonies of Crazyville for almost twenty years, I now talk like a hick. I sometimes feel like a full blown hillbilly if you want to know the truth.

I catch myself saying words like a hillbilly all the time.

For example I will ask Shannon sometimes, "What did ya do that fer?"

Fer? You would think I was raised in a barn.

That being said though, one of my all time favorite movies is Coal Miner's Daughter. I love how Loretta and Doolittle Lynn talk. And much to my family's dismay, I imitate them both. A lot. And if that movie is on, I have to watch it. I cannot help myself.



Here are a couple of my favorite quotes from the movie:

{the Webb children all receive new shoes, Loretta also receives a dress}
Webb child: Hey, how come she gets somethin' extry?
Ted Webb: Cause, your sister's become a young woman.
Webb child: Aww, she ain't no woman, she ain't nothin' but a dadburn kid.

{Loretta is seeing the doctor to see if she is pregnant}
Doctor: How you like married life, Loretta?
Loretta: Fine, 'cept me and Do is separated.

I could keep going, but I don't want the tens of you reading this blog to fall asleep before the end of this post. Just let me say, if you haven't seen this movie yet, run, do not walk, to your nearest Blockbuster store and rent it.

I'm just saying is all.

10. When I was about two years old, the lady that babysat me at the time, one day informed my parents that she believed I was retarded.



She thought I was retarded, because I could not do or say the same things that her kids could do or say. (Obviously, she was a little slow herself, because she didn't take into account that her kids were a couple of years older than me. But I digress.)

I'll give you an example.

My parents and I referred to my "private part" as my Beep-Beep. Well, the baby-sitter thought that was just ridiculous. She believed that all children should use "proper" terminology when referring to anything having to do with the body.

So, she insisted that I refer to my Beep-Beep as a vagina. Which, seeing as how I was apparently retarded, I could not pronounce correctly. So, instead of saying vagina, I would say "cagina."

And as if that wasn't bad enough, if I said that I had to go "Doo-Doo," she would have a fit. She insisted that I say that I needed to make a "Bowel Movement." Which, needless at this point to say, I also, could not pronounce. Instead, I would say, "I need to make a 'Bow Ma Mook.'"

Hence, why she thought I was retarded. Anyway, also needless to say, that was the last day that she ever baby sat me.;)

Well, if you made it all the way to the end of this long post, I applaud you and thank you!
And I would love all of you to take this Honest Scrap prize for your own blog and do a post of 10 honest things about yourself. No pressure though.;)

But, if you do this tag, please let me know, so that I can come to your blog and get my nosy fix on. ;)