In the blogosphere, bloggers started to write their own Five Things and somehow, by the grace of God, a finger was pointed my way. So thank you, Jessie, for tagging me. She certainly set the standard high with her Fives but I will attempt to wrangle up five fun facts anyway. Let's start with an obligatory selfie in my new glasses:
|No, Reader, I'm not going to backhand you.|
1) I'm pretty tall. The average height of the U.S. male is 5'10", so if I was a male, I'd be right on target... but I'm a woman. I reached my final height in 7th grade and (unfortunately in some ways) haven't physically changed much since.
|A khaki polo shirted army of seventh graders.|
Growing up tall, I always wished I was short. Until high school, there was rarely anyone in my class taller than me. On my first day of sixth grade, at my first year of public school, a boy in my class asked me if I was a teacher.
When I was 16-year-old cashier at Grocery Outlet, many classy patrons commented on my height. In fact, several people looked over the counter at me to check if I was "standing on a box." A BOX. Apparently they assumed I had the body of a chimpanzee; a person who was too short to reach the counter but somehow had a 6" wing span.
In tenth grade, a boy said: "There's no way you're 5'10"! I'm 5'10"*. You've got to be at least 6'5"." Six Five! ... He thought I was the same height as John Coffey the big, black miracle working prisoner in the Green Mile. So we got out the measuring tape and everyone was stunned that I was not lying and was not at least 6'5".
2) I enjoy singing, but I have a strong fear of doing it in front of other people. I can sing in my car like no one's business, but in front of anyone I balk. I can count the number of people I have knowingly sang in front of on one hand. First, was my cousin. We sang to each other over the phone - her idea - when we were around 10-years-old and it ruined me because she didn't seem to think I was very good. I realize now she just wanted an excuse to show me how good her voice was. Second was trying out for choir in sixth grade. I choked. Third, is my husband. Our best hits are Falling Slowly and You're Beautiful.
Oh, wait... I just remembered that I had a solo at Kindergarten graduation. It should be noted that I did not get this solo because of my talent but because I was the tallest in the class (all the shorties had duets). There is VHS evidence of the performance but since I don't have access to it right now I will just type my solo to you:
No, you can't get to Heaven.
Kindergarten Chorus: No, you can't get to Heaven.
In an elevator.
Chorus: In an elevator.
Cuz the number there.
Chorus: Cuz the number there.
Is a whole lot greater!
Chorus: Is a whole lot greater!
|This was my entire Kindergarten class.|
3) Boring fun fact - my favorite flower is a tulip. Coincidentally, my sweet step-dad has the same penchant for tulips, except he loves red ones and I favor yellow. Last year we went to the tulip festival and we are eagerly looking forward for Spring so we can go to this year's festivities.
4) I LOVE dogs. The only problem with my love for dogs is that it's so deep, not many people can understand it. (Mackenzie, if you're reading this, I know you can relate.) I love dogs so much, it sometimes makes me want to cry. I can't go to a shelter without leaving in tears because I just love them ALL SO MUCH and I wish I could take care of them. I just want them to be HAPPY.
Don't even talk to me about this dog with arthritis or any hero dogs. I just can't take it.
|I can't tell if my dog Belle is enjoying herself. She's always hiding her emotions.|
5) In eleventh grade I briefly impersonated a friend of mine who had already graduated. It was photo retake day and I had a magical plan. My friend Heather Henson was visiting my drama class and I asked to borrow her glasses. I ran to the auditorium, filled out the form, and smiled for the camera. Then a few weeks later I went to get my new student ID. This is what I received:
My favorite part is the incomplete bar code and the "???" where my ID number should be.
I was very happy with my successful ID, so imagine my delight at the end of the year when I received my yearbook:
Yes, that's Heather Henson in the upper left and Chalayn in the row below Heather.
And now you know a little bit more about me... and Heather Henson.