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July 27, 2005

The Interview

1) Have you ever borrowed anything and not returned it? If so, what was it?
A Prom Dress. The guy I went to my senior prom in Houston with was a junior.
He moved with his family the week after I graduated to a small town up near
Dallas. I went to Baylor the following year. He called in April and asked me
to go with him to his senior prom. I couldn't possibly go to two proms with
the same guy wearing the same dress, even though I had the absolutely most
gorgeous prom dress I have ever seen my senior year. One of my best friends
from high school, HMMC, was going to college not far from Baylor and the next
time she went home to Houston she picked up her prom dress from our junior
year and brought it to me. I wore it to the prom and had it cleaned and hung
it up in my closet. That dress has been moved to probably 10 different closets
since then, but it's still in the dry cleaner plastic wrap.
2) What kind of fabric softener do you use?
I use Snuggle Fabric Softener on towels and pajamas. Most of the time I forget
to put it in and my washing machine really does not like that ball thingy. One
thing that I didn't think about when planning my budget to come to culinary
school was … one the gallon of bleach per week that I go thru. This has
slowed down quite a bit this quarter since I am only taking one lab class but
the last two quarters when I was in the lab cooking three nights a week I was
constantly bleaching my chef's jacket and apron.

3) Most embarrassing moment. Explain.
My life has been full of embarrassing moments. I guess that is because I
embarrass so easily. Luckily I tend to forget about these incidents fairly
quickly so as I'm sitting here at work (yeah, see what they pay me to do?
Hehe) I am having trouble deciding on which memory I can actually remember as
the most embarrassing one. I went to a small Baptist high school in Houston.
While most public high schools compete in what is known as UIL (University
Interscholastic League), private schools compete in TAPPS (Texas Association
of Private and Parochial Schools). While I was in high school and even a few
years after that, TAPPS State Competitions where always held at Baylor. I was
in Choir my 10th – 12th grade years and competed in a couple of other events
(math, computers, and art). The choir won the title of State Champion in 1988
and that is a title they have yet to relinquish. In April of 1990, HMMC and I
had gone to eat lunch at Roznovsky's Hamburgers with the guys BM & BW for
off-campus lunch.
Everyone going to the state competition in "TheArmpitOfHell" was leaving that afternoon
and I mentioned to HMMC at lunch that we needed to stop on the way back to
school and get some AAA's for my portable TV (yes, I said a portable TV…
it was 1990 for heavens sake, I thought I was cool for even having that neat
of a gadget) for us to watch on the way up. HMMC, in front of the guys, said
“Is it really necessary for you to talk about your bra size in front of the
guys?” Let me just tell you that my face turned about 4000 shades of red and
I could have just sunk down into my chair and evaporated. As I was morphing
into different hues of crimson, I started to chant probably one of the most
memorable phrases out of Judy Blume's tween-age novel, Are You There God?
It's Me Margaret. I am now here to say… be careful, be VERY careful, for
what you ask for… you just might get it. Well, the embarrassment of this
weekend didn't stop at lunch. All 100+ choir students, 40+ band students,
and the few academic nerds that weren't in band or choir all stayed in a
hotel across I35 from Baylor. This hotel had an indoor swimming pool and most
of us congregated near the pool that night. I am a naturally high-strung and
nervous person and since this was the first trip I had been on, I was
EXTREMELY nervous about walking around in a bathing suit in front of all the
guys in my class (Rat, Zoo, Horton, Alf and the rest of the animals that I
went to school with.) Now, I would give ANYTHING to have the cute-little
figure I had back when I was 16. I wasn't as flat as HMMC would have led you
to believe and I could walk into any store and pick up any size 8 and it would
fit. Ok, back to the story. I had just swum a couple of laps in the pool and
had gotten out of the pool and was walking towards the lawn chair where my
towel was. I successfully walked down the long side of the pool and navigated
the corner and as I started walking along side the width of the pool, two of
the most gorgeous guys (Rat, (otherwise known as Dubilated) and Elway) in my
class were walking towards me. What I wouldn't have given for a quick dose
of Lexapro (Prozac, Demerol, etc.) right then. Anyway, the closer they got to
me the more nervous I got. And right as we passed each other, Rat jumped and
said “boo.” My left leg forgot that it was attached to my body and decided
to get back in the pool. The rest of my body wanted to stay somewhat dry. The
edge of the pool was covered with stones and cut my bathing suit… right
between the legs. I attempted to swing my right leg back into the pool. When I
did, I hit my hip bone (which back then protruded out further than my stomach)
on those same dumb stones and cut a good gash into my skin. So, now, not only
had I made a fool of myself by falling into the pool, my hip bone was bleeding
and my bathing suit no longer completely covered the rectangular area between
my legs. I stayed in the pool for a long time that night, trying not to cry
and waiting for all the guys to disappear and a friend to hand me my towel so
that I could get out without flashing everyone in sight. It was bad enough
that in my physical science class the year before I had divulged the fact that
I liked to work on cars with my grandfather… So, if you take the combination
of working on cars and a torn bathing suit, you arrive at the nickname I had
all the way thru high school that I was never able to get rid of. What was my
nickname? Hmmm… Let me see how I can put this nicely. Either go to the
movies or find a old TV rerun of The Dukes of Hazzard and find out what the
name was of the character who played the automotive mechanic.
P.S. I don't know why I just don't come out and tell you my nickname... it's
not like it wasn't on the back of my letterjacket I wore around for two years.
Yeah I do... I wanna make you work! HEHE!
4) Where do you wanna be in 5 years?
In five years, I will be nearly 36 years old and barring any major disasters,
I will be done with school (hopefully by June 2007 at the absolute latest),
and working. I'm not sure where I want to work, but I have been giving some
thought of looking into working as a chef at a resort or on a cruise ship. I
could live on the ship and not have to pay rent and hopefully be able to use
most of my salary to pay for the student loan debt that I have acquired from
both Baylor and Culinary School. At, least that is what I am thinking right
now.

5) First love. Who was he? What happened to him?
I never really dated much or had any opportunities to experience that First
Love until I got to college. My sophomore year I met him. It's just to bad he
never had any clue just how much he meant to me and how much he changed my
life. He was killed in a car accident on January 1, 2004 at 1:05 am. His death
also brought other people into my life that are now lifelong friends (we have
a different kind of bond than normal relationships.) We will never forget
him... at least I know I won't.

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