Ten Things You May or May Not Know

I am sad to say that to some of you I am a stranger. I have allowed myself to be hidden behind long legs and blond hair. Well friends it is finally time that the truth shall set me free. So to let you take a glimpse into the person you thought you knew I have compiled a list of ten things you may or may not know about me. If you already know these things please do not hold it against my blog and come back and read again soon. I am hoping to start taking some blog fiber so I may be more regular posting on my page. Enjoy....

1. I am a Karaoke DJ-

(I suppose that this makes me a KJ actually) Yes, every Wednesday night you will find me at the Canyon Inn singing to an audience of four! *If I am lucky* I have been doing this since January for no other reason then the fact that I was going every Wednesday anyway to feed my ego so I figured why not get paid for it? This is a perfect job for me because of these reasons- I am love to be the center of attention, I love the sound of my own voice, and I have the power to control how loud or soft people sound on the mic! And furthermore if they really bug me and can just cut them off completely! So if you'd like to come see this magical time head on over to the Canyon Inn on Wednesday! The show starts at nine, and yes that was a shameless plug!

2. Deal Or No Deal-

So a few of you may have heard that Deal Or No Deal came through Salt Lake and did auditions. Well after waiting in line for 9 hours and sleeping in the parking lot of the RC Willey, (which is huge mind you because the closest I come to camping is the Holiday Inn), and going through five interviews plus an eleven page survey I am in!.... Well to the next round, which is "our producers will be calling you between June and January!" Ridiculous don't they know who I am? The obviously don't read the glory of this blog.

3. London-

On July 19 I am jumping across the pond because London is calling and I am answering that call! "Hello London! Why yes of course I will come! See you on the 19 until August 15!" I am doing this on account of my goal to graduate from college in the next century... I am close mom I promise. My other goals while in London are, to at least give biscuits and cream a chance, come back demanding a tea time, and as Prince Williams fiancee'. I mean come on I am so Grace Kelly already! The only thing missing is the title of "princess" before my name.

4. 83 Shoes-

The answer to you question is yes. Yes I do own 83 pairs of shoes. And just like children I can almost tell them all apart. I do have guilt feelings when I just can't seem to wear some of them more then others. But I mean the pink Zebra pumps must realize that statistically the black pumps are going to get more wear. It is just science so stop moping around the closet already. I am sick of your emo crap already.

5. Holy Moley!-

So I am covered in moles. I know that sounds really gross but really it isn't. They are all character moles. I have them on my arms, face, bum, legs, chest, back... so basically everywhere! I even have one on my palm which is odd because I don't know anyone who has that. I mean seriously no one ever told Cindy Crawford to remove her mole! I am also assuming that her mole never had a pesky hair growing out of it though... not that mine do...

6. Big Sick-

I have a phobia of chewed gum and wet paper. I thought I would just put it all out there in one sentence. Seriously just thinking about the texture of both of these makes my gag reflex kick in.. in fact I just threw up a little bit in my mouth. I am so bad with the gum issue that I can't even touch my own gum. I have to spit it as far away from me as possible, with my eyes closed of course. Also there should be a law that people can't chew gum in public because they abuse the privilege by chewing it really loud and gross!

7. Acting! Brilliant! Thank You!

People know me, I have many leather bound books, and an apartment that smells of rich mahogany! How do I have this charmed life? Well I am a movie star. I am the lead in the cult classic Mormon action adventure thriller, "Tracker". I know when you see it you will be so impressed, even more impressed when you find out that I do all my own stunts which include- Rock climbing, running across the salt flats, being chased through a cornfield by dogs, falling into a river, and crawling in a pit with snakes! That is right no stunt double. However when I am looking plump in the movie I will say that it is a body double, and because I am such a big deal you will believe me.

8. Poor Unfortunate Child-

I strongly believe that Ursula from The Little Mermaid wrote this about me. I was probably the most unfortunate looking child you could ever imagine. My brother even says that the most embarrassing moment in my life is the ages 7-13. pretty much I looked like a boy gremlin even in a pink dress. Let me paint this picture for you- 5'3, 60 lbs, bull cut, braces, headgear, uni brow, and bicycle shorts. Can you see it? Does it frighten you? Give you nightmares? Me too.

9. Sweet Aroma-

I am not a freak I promise but I love the smell of bowling shoes. Not new ones mind you. I mean that rentals! i don't know what it is about it but I could bask in it for sure! I can't figure out if it is the Lysol, leather, foot sweat, or the mixture of all of the above that really draws me to it. So next time you bowl think of my nostrils.

10. Happy Birthday-

Number ten is another shameless plug, but it is super important! My birthday is June 27 which means that we start celebrating on Sunday, because June is my month! Gifts are greatly appreciated, please refrain from anything under 20 dollars. Just kidding.... But seriously my birthday is a great holiday. God sent a gift on 6/27/86 so why not celebrate our blessings!

Strangers in the Night

Alright so for those of you who don't know I am a very paranoid person. This is not a joke people, it is totally out of control. Let me send you on a journey of my mind so when I tell you the story that goes along with this blog you will be able to better understand and feel sympathy for me. OK so the place where I currently reside (aka- chief and mommies house) does not have one of those fancy garage entries into the house. This means that when I return from a night out on the town (watching 30 rock at Daniel's house) I walk my tired butt out of the garage, up the stairs, unlock the front door, and finally go inside. Not a big deal right? NO!! It is a huge deal! I am sure at one point you momma told you that the Holy Ghost goes to bed at midnight (which I find highly irresponsible of him sinners need help too) which is totally true. I am not worried about who's lights are out at midnight, I am more concerned who's lights are on. Mainly Rapists and Murders! My senses are heightened like a cheetah at night, unfortunately I doubt there is anything to make me as fast as a cheetah, I'm a Mangum which means I go from 0-5 never. So while a normal person would get out of the car and casually walk to the door, I sprint as fast as I can taking three steps at a time! I open the door and once I'm in a immediately lock the door. I make sure that I never come home at the same time, so that the rapist waiting int he dark will not have a scheduled attack! I am also a huge fan of saying things that will make the rapist not interested in my bod. As I run I'll yell "It's that time of the month for me right now! I am no use to you!" I am hoping that this will continue to be a clever successful decoy... it has worked so far.

So now that you get a small glimpse into my paranoid state of mind I will tell my tale. So back in January a crazy drunk driver hit my car on the freeway and nearly totaled it. It spent a month and a half at the body shop getting repaired and when I got it back it was perfect... or so I thought. So last Saturday I realize I have a flat tire. I drove it straight to my neighborhood Big O' Tires to get it repaired and much to my dismay it is a blow out and I can't simply repair it. Then the man informs me that because of my choice in buying a safe all wheel drive car I must replace all four tires and they have to be special ordered in. I find no problem with this so I drive my car over to my mechanics to wait for the tires. While it was there I figured to save from further disaster that I might as well have him change the oil and check out under the hood and such. Here is where I get suspicious. So while my mechanic is snooping around all of these wires keep hitting him in the face! So turns out that the body shop put my car back wrong and what they did could have caused my engine to catch freaking fire! See why I am so paranoid! Those body shop boys wanted me blown up! I mean honestly us ladies already have to worry about stalkers in the night, now we can add crazy mechanics with they're butts hanging out to the list!