Seven Unusual Things About Me

Wakeupandsmellthecoffee has tagged me (again! :-) )to reveal seven unusual things about me. I also did an eight things last May, so I am trying not to duplicate details. It's hard. I don't feel particularly interesting or unusual lately. But here goes:

1. My sister, brother, and I went the same elementary school and high school as the wife of a current presidential candidate. My sister was the same class year as this woman. My sister has made some interesting comments to me about her. None of that can or will be repeated here.
   
   
2. My first job in high school was at Cloth World, a fabric store. I lied about my age to get the job.
   
   
3. I should be taller than I am. I have scoliosis that was diagnosed in adolescence. It's an "s" curve, and when I am in a bathing suit in the summer, you can see it.
   
   
4. I was in a car accident during high school. My friends and I were on our way to see U2 when, in heavy traffic, we were rear-ended. None of were wearing our seatbelts and we were extremely lucky to walk away from the scene. The first officer on the scene was surprised I didn't go through the windshield (my face did hit the steering wheel, though) as the woman who hit us was traveling fairly fast and I was braking hard at the time of impact. Her car missed my gas tank by an inch. Also complicating issues was that my friends (I was the designated driver) were all drinking "Killer Slurpees" at the time of the accident. You know, Slurpees enhanced with a distilled grain beverage of choice. We had this very alcoholic sticky stuff all over us when the cups sprayed on impact, including in our hair, and were definitely underage. We reeked. The cops could have nailed us but good, but thankfully did not.
   
   
5. I joined the ski club in high school with every intention of going on a trip and learning how to ski. I never did. I didn't learn to ski until college.
   
   
6. I have/had a step-brother who is 28 days older than me. I haven't seen him since high school. Neither of us were particularly thrilled with our parents' alliance (my mom and his dad) and maintained loyalty to the other parent. I used to hear about him every once in a while, but not for a long, long time.
   
   
7. I am afraid to light a fire in the fire place. For no good reason. I know how. I've forced myself to do it. I just really, really, really don't like it and I get very jittery if I have to. Putting another log on an existing fire? Sure, no problem. But please don't ask me to light it.

I don't know who to tag. Hmmm. Ruthie, I think it's time for a new list from you. Blaugustine, too. I'm thinking about others.