Deana tagged me with "Freeze Tag: 10 Interesting Things About Yourself" and so I'm finally responding though I have to say-- Yesterday when I finished writing them (didn't have time to post until now) I sat back and thought "meh, not so interesting." But oh well-- enjoy.

1. I work on the same film studio lot I did as a child….though then I was acting, not doing research. Which really means I was hiding from my set teachers under tables with M&M’s on them…so I had easy access to the treat…which really means I was having more fun than I am now where M&M's are not so accessible.
2. I’m double jointed and extremely flexible—which is particularly noticeable in my fingers. They scare people.
3. I can swallow my tongue. Ok, not really. But I can make it disappear and look like I swallowed it.
4. I have three sisters, two brothers, a brother-in-law, a sister-in-law, and soon another brother-in-law, a niece and a nephew--- all of whom I ADORE.
5. Right after I graduated from college I found myself living in a remote village in Germany taking care of an elderly man I’d just met. Across the street from sheep.
6. While in the Southern Caucasus my friend Brittany and I frequently received marriage proposals from hairy old men or their gold-toothed mothers and the occasionally thoroughly intoxicated cab driver.
7. My little brother once set my hair on fire. He also once set himself on fire but that’s another story….
8. For six summers I worked at a camp in capacities ranging from cleaning toilets to driving tractors, to taking kids on so many hikes the camp put a cap on them. My favorite was dragging at-risk urban youth out to what we called “The Banana Tree” (it was a tree struck by lightening that split into shards and another tree grew up in the center) and the students getting pissed about it: “What the hell? This aint no banana tree! Where’s the bananas?”
9. My graduate school was on the coast overlooking the ocean but I was afraid of losing my soul there so I opted to commute an hour each direction almost EVERY DAY for two years in my airconditioningless, growling Honda. And I opted to live in what some fearfully quip, “the hood”—though I wouldn’t designate it as such.
10. For three years I worked as the Children’s Ministry Director at a Chinese Church. A professor once looked me dead in the face and asked, “Are you Chinese?” when he read about my job in a file. My response? “Are you blind?”