10 honest and interesting things about me...

Here are the rules: List 10 honest things about yourself--and make it interesting--even if you have to dig deep. Then pass this tag onto 7 other bloggers. Thanks Lacey :)

1) I have an irrational fear of spiders. I've had to overcome some of it, for example: I used to not be able to kill them. I couldn't even step on them with my shoe, or use a shoe on my hand to kill them, because it required me to get close to them. And if I happened to miss, they would usually take off like a bat out Hell and then I would have a seizure trying to get out of their way, and they would usually end up getting away, only mad now that I've tried to kill them, AND they would see my face. So whenever one gets away, I know there's always 4 more to come back because they tell all their friends and big brothers. But, since living here in my basement apartment where there's a Wolf-spider breeding fest going on in my crawl-space, I've learned to kill them, because it's come down to kill or be killed. Buck isn't always here, so I've learned ways to defend myself. Usually consisting of hairspray and a lighter, torches them nicely and I don't even have to get that close. I don't really fear any other little creature, insect, rodent, or snake, but I HATE spiders. I have those little glue trap things that you can put on the floor to catch insects and just in the month of march there are a total of 14 spiders on those glue traps. That's nothing, because it's still cold outside.

2) I HATE to get my hands wet, if I don't have to. Now I have to word this one carefully, because yes I shower, yes I do dishes, yes I wash my hands, (I work at a hospital, I wash them all day long) but every time I have to get them wet, I cringe. It's not exactly that it's a fear of water, it's a fear of being dry. Everytime they do get wet, I have to promptly put lotion on them. I can't do anything, think, touch anything, move them, nothing, until I get lotion on them. And it can't be any kind of lotion. Like the nice smelly stuff from Bath and Body Works, I can only use that after I've used a lotion like Jergens, or Vaseline Intesive Care stuff. (That's my favorite) I ALWAYS have some with me and if I don't, I can't get my hands wet. I cover them whenever I go out into the rain, and if I don't have lotion and I'm in a public place and have to pee, I won't go. I will hold it until I have access to lotion because I know I wouldn't wash my hands. I always have lotion at work.

3) I've seen just about as many babies being born as I have deaths. I've worked in a hospital since 2004 and for the first two years, I worked in Labor and Delivery plus Mother-baby. Down in Sanpete Valley Hospital, and I saw over 100 births. Then I moved up here, transferring to Utah Valley in the ER and since being there and working as a paramedic I've seen about that many deaths.

4) I love to read. I could waste aways days, just reading books. I don't read as much as I'd like to but whenever i'm in the middle of a book, I can't get anything done because all I want to do is read. So whenever I get a new book, I will put it way until I don't have school or something going on because I know it wont get done. Even sleeping, if I start reading at night, I will stay up till 4 or 5 in the morning reading, so I don't read at night, especially if I have to work the next day.

5) I have this secret dream of being an actress. Ha ha, I know the big stuff will never happen, but I've been taking acting classes along with my nursing classes at UVU and I LOVE it. My goal is to audition for one of UVU's plays and get one of the main parts. I don't know if this will happen for sure but I'm gonna give it a try. I love my acting classes.

6) I sucked my thumb until I was 9 years old. Yes, nine. That's like, third grade ish, is probably what you're thinking and yes, I was still sucking my left thumb and forefinger together in third grade. Pathetic, I know. But it wasn't like I would really suck it at school or in public, (mostly) but I usually just sucked on it to go to sleep and throughout the night. It was like my security and I couldn't go to sleep unless I had my thumb and finger in my mouth. Lindsay, you should remember this well :) Anyways, it took forever to ween myself. I used socks to do it. (Clean ones of course) Ha ha, and I did it all my myself but every day for just over a freaking YEAR, I slept with a sock over my left hand to keep myself from sucking my thumb at night. It worked but talk about many sleepless nights. Man. Life was rough then. :)

7) I cheated on a huge test my Sr. Year of Highschool. It was the last semester right before graduation and I was so sick of school, (Senioritis I believe we called it). I was in Mr. Ellefson's English 1010 class (it was a college class credited by Snow College) and I hadn't studied for hardly any of his last 4 tests. I knew my grade was in jepordy, but I didn't really care to actually study. So my strategy had been to use a pencil to circle the answer, (it was multiple choice) and he usually corrected them in class. He would give you back your own test and you would correct it as he read the right answers. So I had planned on just circling whatever answer without even reading the questions and then just erasing my answers when he gave me my test back and then cirlce the right answer as he read it off. I had done this on the two previous tests and had gotten 95% both times. (Horrible, I know. And I had never been a cheater like that prior to that class) So I circled random answers without even caring, and turned it in. 2 days later he said he was just going to correct them himself instead of having us do it. Panic set in, and I totally acted without even thinking. Mr. Ellefson was also the Choir teacher, so one period out of the day he left his classroom to go to the choir room, and usually left his classroom unlocked. So the next day, I waited until his Choir period, snuck out of the class I was in, snuck into his office, found the file of tests, pulled out mine and a girl's test who usually got good scores, and changed my answers to match hers for the most part, and then put the file back and snuck out. 3 days later he called me into his office after class to "talk" and totally busted me. He showed me my test and I still remember exactly what he said to this day: "A few days ago, I corrected your test and your answers were quite wrong. Now looking at your test, your answers are quite right." I didn't say anything, but the look of shame on my face said it all. He said, "I have no choice but to fail you." Anyways this is super long, sorry...but he came to me in the library a week later and offered me a proposition. He said that if I would actually start coming to his class (I hardly ever showed) and if I would stay awake and participate in class, he would give me a B on the test I cheated on. I was shocked and asked him why he would do that, because I didn't deserve it, and he said, "Because I know you have potential." That was probably one of the best lessons I ever learned, and have never forgot it. I kept my end of the deal for the next 2 months and passed that class with a B+. I've not cheated, or considered cheating since.

8) I've been attacked by an 86 year old woman. She came into the ER and was angry and confused. I was putting a catheter into her bladder and she blindsided me with her hand, totally stunning me. She continued to try and hit me everytime I got close to her and tried to help her. I couldn't do anything except tell her not to hit and move out of her reach. She ended up digging her fingernails into my arm pretty successfully.

9) I have never once in my life been skinny-dipping. Not even with my hubby. Hmmm, maybe I should work on this one.

10) I call my husband "dad" when I'm asleep. Creepy right? No, i've never knowingly done this, but Buck will tell me the next morning that I've done it. For example, he told me one morning he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and I was like, "Dad, where are you going? Dad?" but I had no recollection of this. I didn't even recall having a dream about my dad. Other times have consisted of Buck telling me that when he climbed into bed and I was already asleep I've said, "Hi dad." or "Night dad." or just simply called out, "Dad?". No clue why. It kinda creeps him out, which I don't blame him, I'm just glad that I've never called him dad while I've been awake or conscious.

Phew, this was bloody hard. Sorry it's sooo long. I now tag Heather, Allie, Nyree, Sara, Trina and whoever else hasn't done this yet