*Growing up my initials were LDS...it was like wearing a permanent CTR ring.
*In 7th grade I broke the Robert Stuart Junior High record in the discus and shot put.
*Coincidently I have a great uncle named L. Jay Silvester who won a silver medal
in the 1972 Olympics for discus...Which just happens to be the same Olympics that the
"Munich Massacre" occurred....which just happens to be what Steven Spielberg's
movie "Munich" is centered around.
* I cannot discuss the discus without also mentioning that my big brother
Nate holds the Twin Falls High School Record and he went to Germany on
his mission...uncanny isn't it??!?!?!? My dad and uncle Bryan also have
kicked some major trash at throwing. I guess it is a Silvester thing.
*Coincidently I have a great uncle named L. Jay Silvester who won a silver medal
in the 1972 Olympics for discus...Which just happens to be the same Olympics that the
"Munich Massacre" occurred....which just happens to be what Steven Spielberg's
movie "Munich" is centered around.
* I cannot discuss the discus without also mentioning that my big brother
Nate holds the Twin Falls High School Record and he went to Germany on
his mission...uncanny isn't it??!?!?!? My dad and uncle Bryan also have
kicked some major trash at throwing. I guess it is a Silvester thing.
*My records lasted two years before Holstein came in and ripped them to shreds...oh well...for 2 years I was living the high life and it was fun while
it lasted.
*I was stung by a Jelly Fish while swimming in the Gulf of Mexico...when I was...hhmmm 3? 4 maybe? Not so much fun.
*I was forced to perform child labor for many of my impressionable years due to my grandfather being a farmer, thus, I have peed in fields more times than you can blink an eye at.
*one of those times while working I sat down to take a break, my dad didn't think it
was such a good idea and threw a big dirt claud at me. It nailed me right in the head.
He thought it would be a soft one(so he claims..um hmm)that would just disintegrate
on its way over to me...however...I think it was a small boulder wrapped in mud.
He felt bad and had to buy me a King Size snickers bar and I got to sit the rest of the day
out. Ha! Serves you right!
*one of those times while working I sat down to take a break, my dad didn't think it
was such a good idea and threw a big dirt claud at me. It nailed me right in the head.
He thought it would be a soft one(so he claims..um hmm)that would just disintegrate
on its way over to me...however...I think it was a small boulder wrapped in mud.
He felt bad and had to buy me a King Size snickers bar and I got to sit the rest of the day
out. Ha! Serves you right!
*I fear rejection. I used to fear public rejection so much that I would prematurely disqualify myself for things to make it seem like I was in control of the situation and that I would be the only one to say I was not going to do something.
Example: 9th grade volleyball try-outs. After a less than ideal experience on the 8th grade team I somehow mustered up enough desire to try out the next year. After
going through the motions I just began to feel completely inadequate and feared not
seeing my name on the team roster. I, therefore, took matters into my hands and told
the coach I no longer wanted a playing position but my real hearts desire was to be the
team manager. She insisted to me that I needed to finish the try-outs. I refused and took
my place on the side lines. She later informed me that had I continued I would have been a contender and may have acquired a spot. It was the "may" that freaks me out. For the most part I have grown out of this vice...but still can face some social insecurities at times. I try not to be pathetic about though:)
Example: 9th grade volleyball try-outs. After a less than ideal experience on the 8th grade team I somehow mustered up enough desire to try out the next year. After
going through the motions I just began to feel completely inadequate and feared not
seeing my name on the team roster. I, therefore, took matters into my hands and told
the coach I no longer wanted a playing position but my real hearts desire was to be the
team manager. She insisted to me that I needed to finish the try-outs. I refused and took
my place on the side lines. She later informed me that had I continued I would have been a contender and may have acquired a spot. It was the "may" that freaks me out. For the most part I have grown out of this vice...but still can face some social insecurities at times. I try not to be pathetic about though:)
*I love soup. Especially creamy. or cheesy ones. The ones that are the worst for you. Why can't I just love cabbage soup or vegetables surrounded by water? I also love pasta and noodles. Yuuumm!!
*I have attended a real crawfish boil...many times in fact...and that is some of the best eating that has ever occurred in my entire life! I just can't even think about this right now.
*I used to be able to do back bends and have other girls stand on my stomach while assuming that position. I think I was 5. I could also do the splits, somersaults on the balance beam, and rotations on the uneven bars. I loved gymnastics!!! My biggest regret/wish was that I could have continued in gymnastics my entire life. oh well though, it is okay.
*I am a property manager. That is unique to all of my friends. I don't have any friends who are property managers. Well...I take that back. If you own a home you are your own property manager...so there ya go...you learn something new everyday.
*I have been pulled over by a police officer I think....hhhmmm...5 or 6 times. I have never gotten a ticket.
*Obviously I like to express myself through the written word and I think I could type for days and days...just rambling along.
*I have lost focus though and should end here.
The End.
If you would like a journal topic please feel free to use mine and tell us about your uniqueness. There are many ways to go about it. You can stick to just simple facts about your person or you can throw in random memorage or stories like ME! Just give it a try.
