things your mfp friends might be surprised to know about you

I don't remember my childhood. At all. Not sure why...

I don't remember my childhood. At all. Not sure why...

Was just talking to my wife about something similar recently...I don't remember ever having a birthday party as a kid.

I'm actually not certifiably insane

I was once a paranormal investigator.
I was a teen mother.
I graduated college with a BA when I was 33 years old.

That's quite cool & interesting to have once been a paranormal investigator!

I don't remember my childhood. At all. Not sure why...

Yeah, me neither! People have these detailed stories about when they were like 7. I'm just like, when I was seven I was second grade...that's about it. :laugh: I don't remember anything before like 5th grade well at all.

I don't remember my childhood. At all. Not sure why...

I remember crazy details about my childhood I even shocked my parents when I remembered our first house and that was before I was even in first grade

I used to have a pet chicken and I used to carry her around the house and she pooped on me.

I thought I was the only one!
*Rests head on both hands and stares at you in awe*

Except my pet chicken was a he. I guess you could call him a ****.
I bet that words gets **** by moderators. :blushing:

I have a brother with epilepsy, and other psychiatric conditions. He has the mental capacity of a 7 year old. He suffered a head injury as an infant. My mom or doctors didn't know how he would be effected until he grew older and his behavioral problems manifested. He's the oldest, my other siblings have moved on and away with their families. I'm the youngest. I've stayed close to mom to help her out. She raised us as a single mom, no dad. So she's sort of alone in all this. Except for me. He has aggressive outbursts, OCD, Schizotype personality disorder. He's made life "interesting" I live on my own but I've kept mom close. I stop by every night and check in with them, make sure she's doing okay. I take him out every other weekend, to the park, play catch..stuff like that. she's in her 70's and it's getting harder for her to care for him (administer meds, and protective supervision). There's agencies that provide part time caregivers to help out. But eventually one day I'll have to take over. It's her final wish that he doesn't get placed in an institution. We've had numerous "crisis" moments, tough times where my mom has cried to me "I don't why God chose me to carry this cross, but I'm thankful that he also gave to me an Angel" she calls me her guardian angel I promised her that I'd care for him when she passes.

I've never really talked about him outside of close personal friends.

I was on the Price is Right...

and lost the car...
and spun the wheel...
really,
really,
really,
hard (while wearing slippery sandals)

and...

BIT THE DUST.

Got shot under the wheel (well, just about...)

and ended up on Bloopers for years and years.

(Got recognized each time it aired.)

Ten years later, heard Bob Barker describe me while he was interviewed on a morning zoo FM radio show, "the girl who was visiting the show and just run a marathon and who got shot under the wheel as his favorite, most exuberant contestant ever."

The end.

p.s.

No. Never found it on YouTube. Thankfully it is on VHS and it's melting away in a box somewhere in my hot garage.

I'm sorry but I will now make it my mission to find this video. Out of respect I will not share it. But I will laugh.

I drive an extraordinarily immature car for someone my age and where I am in life.