Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Boring, boring, boring.

I've been tagged by Brittani to reveal six interesting/uninteresting/unique/perhaps unknown things about me. There are just a few problems with this: a) I talk so stinkin' much that there aren't many things that are unknown about me; b) I am incredibly typical and boring; and c) refer back to (a). If ever there is a conversational opportunity to slip in a story about myself, I capitalize on that and monopolize the rest of the time. Sorry everyone! These are the things I could come up with, and I'm sure you already knew most of them.
1) I was a sober, sober child. I never smiled in public. My uncle told my mom when I was 14 that she should get me to smile and laugh more. (Did it work?) Almost everyone that knew me only casually didn't think I ever laughed. When the seminary council traveled to a rural branch (yes-even more rural than Monticello), I started my talk with an account of Jesus healing the lepers. Only I said "leopards" and started to giggle. Then I started to laugh so hard that I couldn't get control of myself. (In Sacrament Meeting!!) I kept trying to regain composure, but when I looked to the side, the entire bishopric and seminary council were all in hysterics. I didn't want to leave the pulpit on that horrible note, so after five minutes (really--5 MINUTES!!), I finally worked it out and finished my talk. Afterward several people approached me from the congregation and said it had done them good to see that I actually laughed every so often. That really makes me laugh now.
2) I play with numbers in my head all day long. I try to make license plates and highway signs work out in equations. I try to add up words if a=1 and b=2, etc. I try to figure out the ratios of different sides of rectangles. It's weird, and I'm sorry to admit it.
3) I hate hamburger, in any form. It's one of the very last of my picky-eater childhood hangups.
4) I know most of the buses in La Paz, Bolivia. They are organized there by color. Both the dark green and pale green would take us down to Obrajes to the orphanage. The blue buses would go up to San Francisco Cathedral. The orange buses went all the way to the cemetery. However, my favorites were the combis/minibuses. They weren't organized by color, but they each had a "shouter", someone who rode next to the sliding door of the van and yelled where that bus was going. I wanted to open my own combi business in Provo when we got back. John would drive and I would yell "University Mall, Cougar Stadium, University Mall." Isn't that a great idea? Oh, and I once rode under the bus from La Paz to Cochabamba, in the luggage area.
5) I was on drill team in high school. Drill Team! I'm the least coordinated girl at Monticello High School, and I'm on the drill team. Says quite a bit for how desperate they were.
6) I'm the first cousin four times removed of President Hinckley. My grandpa (his first cousin twice removed) looks just like him. Not much of a claim to fame, but it's all I've got.

17 comments:

Emilee said...

Oh--I thought I was logged in under my account, but I was not. I hope you all picked up on that post not being by John.

Rindi said...

Emilee...I'm just getting into this blogging thing! But, you are as cute and wonderful as ever! I hope you don't mind me "sneaking in" and reading your stuff! It has been fun to see how you guys are doing! And you are NOT boring, boring, boring...but I do miss your talking!! :)
Love, Rindi

Kenna said...

I love the image of you on the high school drill team. It just does not seem like you!

Keriann said...

Hey, I'm a second cousins twice removed to President Hinckley. My grandmother is his second cousin. They also look quite a bit a like and she lived to the age of about 95 (I can't remember exactly). That Hinckley blood can be a life lengthener (if that is a word). Just so you know, my family skips a generation in there. It has to do with the fact that my dad was the second youngest of 8 and he was 28 when he got married.

I also have a thing for numbers. I like to add and subtract things. It can be pretty sad. That is why I got a degree in Math (just an Associates). I didn't like it enough for the bachelors, but I did minor in Math.

Emilee said...

I actually majored in Math Education. Loved it! As another tidbit of strangeness--I went through the four years of university math without owning a calculator. I'd rather do it by hand, when I've got the time, and the testing center let you borrow one when there was a crunch. Weird!

The Bassetts said...

I didn't know a lot of those things about you. I still can't believe that you were 'sober' as a child. Also, didn't know you don't like hamburger. Good to know.

andrew & brittani said...

Yea for drill team!! Maybe we should do a two-person kickline for R.S. enrichment one night to relive our high school days. :)

Lyndsay said...

Those were ALL interesting.
May I ask for some evidence of your years on the drill team? There have to be videos!
[I knew immediately that it was you posting, although I bet John has some mad dance skillz]

Kent and Leisy said...

I say we do a ward talent show. I'd come just to see you.

Aimee said...

I must say I can see the drill team talent. I recall a reinactment of a dramatic dance about domestic violence...ring a bell? Enrichment I believe it was. You are too funny!

Justin, Julie and Cohen Sacks said...

My favorite is defiantly the talk in church story! That is hilarious!

ERIC, LINDSAY & SAM said...

I'm still trying to picture you as a shy, sober child....but I just can't! You are too much FUN!

Lyle said...

This is Emilee's dad. Sober may be right; first children often shoulder a heavy burden to act like adults. Shy is not. Emilee was occasionally reticent or withdrawn and must have wondered from time how to fit in socially, but she was never shy. And you might as well know she didn't last a full year with the drill team because the drill team didn't last a whole year. This was not her fault.

With regard to the talk, the punch line that triggered the giggling was, "Did I just say leopard?" I can't read the New Testament stories about lepers any more without smiling, as strange as it may seem to others.

Finally, for those who think an aversion to hamburger is a life stretcher, Emilee's mother and I can offer advice on how to firmly set such an aversion for a small fee.

Lyndsay said...

emilee--how did you get your dad to post on your blog? I have BEGGED every member of my family to just read my blog to keep updated. I can't even hope for comments!

Kate said...

So not boring! Quite entertaining, actually!

Emilee said...

Dad! Yay for commenting! Thank you for that. :) My dad is fabulous!

dtravelbug said...

I LOVE the combis in Provo idea. Oh my stars, I could totally picture you doing that.

Did I just say leopard? HAAAAAA!!! I've heard that story before, but your dad's comment made it even funnier somehow. You are one of a kind Miss Em. You're awesome and so much fun. I miss you!