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I have been tagged (thanks John), which means, I came to find out, that I need to write up 5 little known facts about myself and in turn, tag 5 other people. Here goes:

I have witnessed a person get eaten by an 18 foot great white shark in Australia. Grisly accident involving newlyweds on honeymoon. I have witnessed a person fall down and die in a cave in Vietnam. Also in Vietnam the axle and back tires flew off the van I was riding in with 10 other people as we were careening down a mountain pass. Also in Vietnam we were airlifted out of major floods in Danang while hundred of other people died in the storms. I was stuck in an elevator in the Congo and the elevator fell 4 floors to crash into the basement (owie!). I was deported at 5 am from Cuba. Was washed out to sea in Costa Rica and nearly drowned while my friend on the beach thought I was just playing in the waves. I was in a multi-car accident where my car flipped as did 2 others. My brother died in our back yard while playing on a tree that had been felled by lightning when I was 6. My “kinda” boyfriend in college fell down and hit his head on a rock during a hike and died as a result. A neighborhood kid drowned in our pool when I was 5. In high school there was the normal drunk-driving and suicide mishaps of friends. I could go on in this vein for some time. I have been around many freak accidents that should have or did result in death and mayhem.

After college while living in New Orleans I held the following jobs: Elevator repairman dispatcher for Dover elevator, bartender, waitress at the Hard Rock Cafe (average tip: 11 cents), Vaqueros (average tip: 20 bucks) and a 3 hour stint as a waitress at a strip club on Bourbon Street (where no one tips you if you aren’t on stage. I went to the nearby riverboat casino and gambled away my 9 dollars in earnings)

I think the Hoover Dam is beautiful.

I love celebrity gossip and hate that I do. I also love donuts and probably should wish that I didn’t. I love to read, and that is OK I guess. Though as a child it was an affliction as I HAD to have something to read at ALL times and would sometimes have to resort to reading packaging material (like cereal boxes) over and over if nothing was on hand.

I actually worked really hard to get rid of my accent, but can do a good southern, Cajun or New Orleans version if given enough alcohol. But now I speak in a weird mix of nondescript accents that may even sound worse than if I still sounded like the kid from the Shake-n-Bake commercial.