This is a cross post from one of my other blogs Enlighten Up. I took out the part about tagging the other folks since that is already in the other post.
I’ve been tagged by Luis Sandoval at Daily Slackr to participate and share Seven Things You Don’t Know About Me writing project. So here goes:
1. I sleep hooked up to a machine
I have sleep apnea which means I stop breathing when I sleep. Consequently, I wear a mask at night that’s connected to a machine called a CPAP, that ensures I keep breathing during the night.
2. I always wanted to be a rock star
I started playing drums at an early age and sucked. I took up the guitar and, for a long time, sucked. But I eventually developed a little bit of ability with it. I’ve played in bands since high school and have actually been in some mildly successful ones. I’ve played country, blues, jazz, metal, folk…you name it, I have probably played it. There was even a time when I contemplated taking a couple of years off work and attending the Guitar Institute of Technology in LA and make a go as a professional musician, but, it wasn’t to be.
3. I’ve jammed with a number of members of the Rockabilly Hall Of Fame and one member of the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame
These include Skeet Seaton, Jimmy Evans, C.W. Gatlin and (although he probably doesn’t remember it) Levon Helm. Admittedly, most of these are because I was either friends or in bands with their kids, but hec, it still happenned numerous times!
4. I write poetry
Yup, that’s right. Snicker all you want but I enjoy it. I started in high school and continue to this day. Some of it turns into songs and some is just meant as spoken word. I also have an ever growing collection of Haiku that I have written over the last 10 years.
5. I had my hair cut by Elvis Presley’s hair stylist in his living room
The man’s name was Homer Gilliland and cut my hair in his kitchen using nothing but a straight razor. It was one of the best haircuts I ever had. He cut Elvis’ hair from the late 60′s to the mid 70′s and had numerous memorobelia in his house. (not to mention the large, white car with EP on it that sat in the driveway.
6. I have been the maid of honor at a wedding
Ok, let me tell you the story, then you can point and giggle. I lived in Vegas for a couple of years and my friends Dave and Sally Schwartz were living in Southern California and decided to come to Vegas to renew their wedding vows. They brought their two kids Landon and Jeff(affectionately referred to as ‘The Flying Schwartz Brothers”) The best man and maid of honor were going to fly in later and meet them for the ceremony at The Little White Wedding Chapel on the strip. Well, for some reason (if I recall, the flight was cancelled) the best man and maid of honor couldn’t make the ceremony. So there we stand: Bride, Groom, two pre teen boys and me. The first thing decided was that Landon, the oldest, should be the best man. So this left the maid of honor slot, me and a ten year old. Since Dave and Sally have a great sense of humor, and there was no way of convincing a 10 year old that he should be the maid of honor at his parents wedding, I stepped up and filled the role. It was a blast, and I love telling this story to people when it comes up.
7. My elementary teacher once broke my collar bone
I was in second grade and we were out at recess. I happened to accidentally walk through the middle of a football game that some kids were playing and ended up in part of a dog pile tackle. (It was a different time then. Kids could play rough at recess and it was no big deal.) As one of the final people jumped on, I felt a pain in my right shoulder and heard a snap. I had a fairly high pain threshold as a kid so rather than screaming and crying, I just sat quietly. I am told a few tears came down my face, but I just sat on the steps quietly holding my arm.
The bell rang and I went in for afternoon classes. In the afternoon I had English, writing, reading and spelling. Since I am right handed, I was trying to write with my left hand. My teacher came up and asked why I was doing that. I told her my arm hurt. Since I wasn’t crying or anything, she didn’t think much of it and told me to write with my right hand. I raised it to the desk and tried, but the pain was too great and there were a couple of tears. I put my right hand back in my lap and started to write with my left again.
After a few minutes, the teacher snapped at me “I TOLD you to write with your right hand!” She grabbed my right hand, yanked it over my head and slammed it on the table in front of me and told me to get to writing. This time, I felt a double pop, and the tears started streaming but I didn’t make any noise.
One of my mothers students (she taught in the same building at the other end of the hall) was walking by and saw me with the tears holding my shoulder. When he got back to her class, he asked her what was wrong with me. She came and took me too the hospital where they x-rayed my shoulder and discovered it was broken in three places. It was bad enough that I had to lay flat on my back on the floor for three weeks before they could put it in a brace.
When she raised the issue with the school, she was told that if she valued her job, she wouldn’t raise a fuss about it. It was an accident and I was ok, so everything was fine. I was young enough that I didn’t know any better.
So that’s it. Hopefully this sheds a little light into who I am, and perhaps will get some conversation going next time I see anyone in my network.
- Link your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post.
- Share seven facts about yourself in the post.
- Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
- Let them know they’ve been tagged
(Hat tip to Beth Harte for the rules.)