So lets see how well you know me. Here are five facts about me, four are real and one is totally made up. Can you guess? The correct answer"ers" will be entered into a drawing and receive a really cool awesome gift from me. You ready?
- In high school while "spending the night" at my friend's house, with a couple of other girls, we decided we wanted to make jello at 2 in the morning. After going to Safeway to pick up some Jello, we headed to the El Camino and did a little cruising. Some guy asked me if I wanted to ride on his motorcycle, and I stupidly did. When he dropped me off at the end of the road, I burnt my leg (was in boxers and a sweatshirt because we were going to go to bed) really bad. When my mom saw it later, she asked how it happened and I told her it was on our Wolf Oven door, do you think she believed me? (sorry Mom for lying to you but maybe I am lying now).
- Ok again on another sleepover at this friend's house, we "snuck" out and went to TP a friend's house. Before we got there we stopped off at Safeway and all got an apple. We each ate the apple and put them in a brown bag on his doorstep. While we---actually I think just me and one other gal, the rest were hiding--were tp-ing his house, he came home with his friends. We ran and they drove after us, chasing us all through town, until we "got away." They called the cops on us as well. We were gone before they arrived.
- While on my mission--I served for 18 months in Northern Brazil- we had a general meeting with all the other missionaries in the area with one of our general authorities (Elder Maxwell.) He and his wife spoke to the missionaries. The paid translator couldn't make it and so they asked me to translate. I translated all the speeches to the Maxwells and when Sister Maxwell spoke to the group I translated her talk to the audience. I didn't think I would be able to speak so fluently in another language but I did ok.
- While on my mission on one of my preparation days we were down town getting our monthly allowance and some lunch. There were some hippy tattoo artists on the side of the road. I saw them there every other week, when we were down there. After watching them give tattoos to some other folks, my companion and I got matching parrot tattoos on our lower backs. (sorry Dad for lying to you when you asked me if I had one, again maybe not :))
- In college--kind of vague isn't it--ok my freshman year, my friends and I "broke" well more like hopped over the fence at McDonalds and played on the playscape. We would hide in the ball pit and throw the balls at the net wall, and sometimes they would go over the fence, hitting passing cars. That play area is now just a cement slab with some picnic tables.
So there you have it my four truths and one lie. It seems to be glaringly obvious to me which is not the truth, but then again its about me and my lie....So which is it? What do you think?