Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I guess I'm it...


So Kristi and Sabrina both tagged me in their blogs...I guess I'll play the game. :) Here goes nothing...

1) I was born with a leg disease. It was called Blonts Disease, or something. (Don't bother trying to find it on Google...I've tried.) I've told a lot of the people I know, but for those that I haven't, now you know. Mom and Dad weren't aware of it, I guess, until I started walking. My legs were SUPER bowlegged. I wish I had a picture for everyone to see. (I do have pictures, but they're at home.) Luckily, it was caught early, and it was able to be fixed without surgery. I wore leg braces whenever I slept for at least a year, maybe longer. I was like, 2ish, so I don't really remember. I do remember the picture of me throwing them away. That was a good day.

2) I was almost on the Nickelodeon show "Figure It Out". I wrote them a letter the summer after 5th grade. My secret was that my great-grandfather, Ivy Davenport, was born in the same log cabin as Abraham Lincoln. True story. Anyway, they were about to start having families on the show, and they called our house one night after I had started 6th grade. They talked to my dad, and asked if there was anyway grandaddy could appear on the show with me. Dad said, "That would kind of hard...he died when I was 4 back in 1966." Then they said something like, "Aw, that's too bad, nevermind then." It probably wasn't that harsh, but as a 6th grader, that's how I imagined it. And that's how I almost became a TV star.

3) I cried a lot as a kid. I cried when I couldn't stand beside my dad, the coach, in our soccer picture in 1st grade. Actually, it was more like ran off down the field screaming. I also cried whenever I saw someone get sick at school. Naturally, since I was in the same cafeteria, I was gonna get sick too. I also cried in t-ball when they wanted me to wear the batter's helmet. I didn't wanna get cooties...I know, lame. And of course I cried when UK lost the 1997 National Championship to Arizona. What true blue-blooded KY boy didn't cry then??

4) I've always been very talkative. Surprised?? I knew you would be. I would always talk for Allison, and to this day she blames me for her being shy as a kid. And I was known for telling stuff to people that my parents would have preferred me not to share. Sunday school teachers, teachers at school...my parents were often told how...entertaining my stories were. Some things never change I guess. Haha.

5) I had a tooth pulled by a dog in 1st grade. Hence why I want to be a dentist. Ok, that's not the reason. But we were at a family friends house, and they had a collie named Jack. He was the most gentle, playful dog, but he apparently didn't like to be hugged around the neck. I hugged, and then he growled, barked, and got me with his paw. His back claw caught one of my baby teeth and laid it flat on my gums. It wasn't loose yet. I screamed of course. They spent the next 30 minutes trying to hold me still so they could pull it out the rest of the way with pliars. Of course that part didn't hurt a bit, so naturally I was hysterical. But Jack felt bad. He didn't eat for the next few days until I went back to see him so he could see I was OK. I liked that dog a lot.

6) I wanted to be a garbage man when I was like, 3. Me and my best friend at the time wanted to ride on the back of the trucks. Thought it was the coolest job ever.

7) I had the biggest crush on my swimming lessons instructor. Her name was Holly, and she was really tan. I called her Holly Biscuit, because she was brown like a biscuit. I was like, 4, so cut me some slack. She taught me how kick, blow bubbles...
for a 4 or 5 year old boy, it was true love.

So there ya go. Now I'm gonna tag Sarah, Whitney, Matt, and Kelsey, because I don't know of many others who MIGHT actually do this haha.

3 comments:

sabrina said...

when i was in elem. school i heard that garbage men made like $20 an hour and i was sure i should marry one...

Goldy said...

Guess what!
My great grandfather was Ivy's brother! And yes, they were born in that log cabin. The log cabin later became a school, then family's chicken coop. Ivy's wife's family decided to put the cabin up on wheels and hauled it around the country showing the cabin where Abraham Lincoln was born. When they moved the cabin, a dried piece of mud was found wedged between the logs, and inscribed on it was a date, and A. Lincoln. My grandfather had this relic, and was even photographed in a Portland Oregon newspaper, holding it, with the story of how he was born in the cabin. My grandmother had the relic until she was 90 (about 25 years ago) when it was stolen from her home when she was away on a trip. So, yes, your story is true. I was looking online tonight to see if Ivy's name was ever mentioned as the caretaker of the cabin and came across your blog.

Goldy said...

Oops, I said it was my great-grandfather , but it was my Grandfather born in the cabin and was Ivy's brothers. Also, I have a son with the same first name as yours!