Emily tagged me. Which means I'm supposed to tell 6 interesting things about myself on my blog. I considered pretending I didn't see the comment she made informing of me of the tag, because I can never think of anything interesting. But here we go anyway:
1. I am Co-President of the Karen Carpenter Awareness Club (K.C.A.C.). This organization was founded in 1997 by die-hard Karen fans. Our members can be found all over the world, and our numbers are approaching the double digits. We even have a website. Contact me if you are interested in joining.
2. When I was little I spent most of my free time playing in the abundant dirt behind our house. My friend, Rachel, and I would pretend we were orphans (with British accents) seeking shelter from a twister. My name was always Kaley and Rachel's was Saline. On days that we found shelter in time, we would open up an emergency veterinary clinic to treat the various animals ravaged by the tornado. I think we finally stopped playing this when we turned 17.
3. I've been told I do a pretty good impression of Elmo.
4. I like to hand quilt. Well, obviously I don't like it
enough, or I would have finished my quilt by now. It's been a work in progress since 2000, when hand quilting went through our apartment building like wildfire and we spent far too many hours quilting and watching Pride and Prejudice (the long version). I originally wanted it to be a queen size quilt, but have now decided that I want to do matching twin bed spreads for my girls.
5. Senator Larry Craig took me out to lunch once. One of his people asked me "what is
the one question you've always wanted to ask Senator Craig?" Being a stupid 17-year-old, I said, "Boxers or briefs?" Yup, one of those moments you really wish you could do over. But now after all the bathroom scandal it seems especially weird.
6. I have a prosthetic torso. I was in an off-road unicycle race back in '96. A young man and I rounded a corner at the same time. He was on the inside and slipped on some sand right into me. We
both collapsed in a tangle, and it ended up that my torso was caught in his spokes. I was rushed to the hospital, and unfortunately, I had to have my torso amputated. My first prostheses was Native American, because it was closest to my skin tone, but I later received a Scottish one from my parents as a birthday gift. I especially liked the new one because it could lengthen or shorten as the circumstance required.
