Honestly? This numbers thing is harder than I thought! Therefore (get it? there-FOUR), I only have four items today.
When I was four, I won first prize in our "Little Miss Hometown" pageant. I sang, "If You're Happy and You Know It" for my talent. When the judges asked me if I had any other special talents, I told them I could sing in Chinese. (I totally can't. And I don't really know where I got this idea, but I remember singing "Chinese" to my parents in the car on numerous occasions.)
I am fortunate enough to have a four-generation photo from my wedding. It includes my great-grandmother, my grandmother, my mom, and me. Hopefully we can take a five-generation photo soon!
I held four different jobs while in high school, one for each year, only in the summers. I started out as an office assistant, filing papers twelve hours a week for a small fertilizer company. My aunt was the vice-president, and she hooked me up with the job. Yay, nepotism! The summer after my sophomore year, I worked at a local restaurant, expediting orders, bussing tables, and scooping ice cream in their small ice cream parlour. I worked one morning serving coffee (opening at 6 in the morning), and quickly decided I never wanted a job that required me to get up at such an obscene hour. After junior year, I worked in the swim shop of our local water park, selling sodas, candy, and swim diapers. Not exactly the highlight of my summers. Extremely boring. After senior year, I got a much better job working in the marketing department of a state agency as an intern. Lots of driving around the state, and exhibiting at little fairs and festivals. More mentally stimulating than any of the others, but still not my dream job.
This is the 144th post on my blog. (Which seems kinda crazy, considering my first post was July 11, 2008. That's over three posts a week on average.)