25 RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME

1. I’m a hopeless romantic. I know pick up lines in 11 different languages—many of my useless talents.

2. I love exotic flowers

3. Few of my all time favorite things: the ocean, the beach, the stars, and camp fires. I could be a beach bum even though I’m a albino red head who burns while driving ten minutes in the car with long sleeves on.

4. I was allergic to the sun—well vitamin D—so I would get horrible rashes when I went outside.

5. People give my free stuff everywhere I go—very strange but I kinda like it. My favorite was free tickets to sea world and the zoo oh and the girls computer. Maybe I come off as a poor, homeless girl. hmmm maybe I should think about showering more often. : )

6. I almost didn’t graduate from High School even though I had a 4.0 because I skipped school habitually. I even joined every club I could so I could get out of school—yep even the chess club.

7. I love to dance umm maybe a little too much.

8. I love babies and find the elderly adorable, oh and pregnant bellies.

9. I was crazy in love with Elijah Wood when I was little and used to write my name as Sharla Wood over and over. Ha Ha that’s not why I married my husband but I didn’t have a problem writing my name after I got married.

10. I’m actually a member of Mensa shhh I’m secretly smart. I once had a guy say “I didn’t know you where smart too” Apparently I need to become a sesquipedalian, wear a pocket protector, quote famous old people, and solve equations all day. Darn I thought wearing my Genius shirt, and having crazy hair was enough.

11. I have an obsession with clothes—my closet is bigger than my bathroom and I couldn’t wear all the clothes I own in a year. I know I’ll go to the meetings

12. I modeled as a live manikin and almost gave a little girl a heart attach when she touch me and I said boo. I know I feel really bad.

13. I work with the winner of Top Model two year in a row. If walking next to her doesn’t make you feel gorgeous I don’t know what will.

14. I’ve moved 12 times in the last 7 years I’ve been married. Ironically I fought to have my husband honorably discharged from the marines because I didn’t want to have to move a lot only to find out we would only have been stationed in Hawaii or Florida because of his position.

15. I’m terrified of dying

16. I’m an adrenalin junkie—I love theme parks and roller coasters, riding dirt bikes, driving fast, cliff jumping, etc—but I’ve never been ski diving—never will.

17. I’ve been pulled over more than thirty times and never received a ticket, but I’m not as cool as my brother who got out of a ticket when he ran a red light, speeding, down a one way street driving the wrong way, right in front of a police station—SPAZ.
18. I was basically stripped search in front of thousand of strangers when I went to concert because the crazy lady thought my underwire in my bra was a weapon—I’ve yet to wear another underwire since nor go to a concert. Who knew Victoria’s secret was she was hiding a weapon in her bra.

19. I have an emotional attachment to food—I love to eat, and I’m such a pig. I love to cook but I think it’s only because I get to taste and try the food while preparing it. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten less than 3000 calories a day and I’m so jealous of all you girls who can just eat salads and feel full, and I’ve had to lose more than my entire body weight after having three kids—did I mention I love to eat.

20. I’m a certified personal trainer—makes sense.

21. I have vertigo and I get sick riding in elevators and find it hard to stand or walk, and pass out if I’m not careful even if it’s on the third floor. I used to work on the 6th floor of the Mayo clinic, so literally my job made me sick.

22. I have been hired for every job I’ve applied for even if I was grotesquely under qualified. My husband has a theory on that one but I think there are some flaws.

23. I’m extremely compassionate and have been told I smile too much and I’m too nice, and I get yelled out at by my boss because I’m such a softy. I’ve yet to be able to say no to a door to door sales man and buy even if it’s crap I won’t use. I do love my kerby though.

24. I secretly leave money to people—I know money can’t buy happiness but it can buy just about everything else. Wouldn’t it make you happy to find $100 on your door step—I get excited when I find a couple of bucks in the washing machine. Best of all it’s not my money—sorry honey. I’m only teasing, ok I’m not.

25. I’m basically the luckiest dork and spaz alive surrounded by wonderful people who spoil me rotten. I love life, and try to live it to the fullest, and pursue fun with a vengeance.

My Golden Year

When I was younger, I was told that when the day of your birthday matches your age, that year is considered extremely lucky and to be one of the best years of your life. For me that year is now as I just turn 27. Now I don't really believe in this philosophy because I feel you should definitely have more than one amazing year in your life time, but non the less I told my husband about this crazy notion and rightfully claimed this year as my golden year, a year to go crazy, let lose all uncertainties, and pursue fun with a vengeance. Now Tim, being the amazing husband that he is, devoured my silly request and so far has made this the best year of my life, and It's only been about three weeks.

Now it's up to me to figure out my own ingenious ways to celebrate life every year, and make up my own silly philosophies to have this special treatment each year. I might have concocted one for next year when I turn 28 and it goes like this: when your age matches the number of letters in your name than that year is a year that will be extremely lucky. I will be 28 and 2+8= 10 and there are ten letters in my name—It’s still in the development stage. I wonder how long I could get a way with it. I'll let you know. It definitely wouldn’t hurt to try.

My Golden year began with a bang! Tim got tickets to Sea World and the San Diego Zoo and we spent a weekend just enjoying ourselves in California and on the beach, which is without a doubt my most beloved place to be in the world. You would think that my mom growing up in Samoa would have settled down and raised a family some where a little more exotic than the hot, steamy desert of Arizona—don’t worry mom I’ll forgive you this time.

I could have been happy with just this, calling it a great wonderful golden year, being a mother of three small girls, having a ridiculously over priced mortgage, mountains of debt, and a tiny, usually overdrawn bank account, I know how rare the occasion it is to afford a vacation or to buy frivolously on a whim, but no Tim doesn’t stop there he pulls out the big guns, rips open his shirt to expose his shiny S symbol for superman—don’t let the glasses fool you, and we celebrated my birthday at the happiest place in the world, no not Hooters.

DISNEYLAND!!! I highly recommend spending your birthday at Disneyland especially now that they are offering free admission. I was given an adorable button letting the whole world know it’s my birthday and everyone who caught a glimpse of my handy dandy button wish me a happy birthday, heck my own family rarely wishes me happy birthday, so it was amazing. I’m almost tempted to try it’s magic in the real world to see if I could experience the same center of attention, almost celebrity like feeling. We of course managed to squeeze in some time at the beach before we left.

Having a Golden Year is kind of like living out a bucket list but without the gloom of death at the end.

When Your Golden Year?