age: 30 (Feb 22, 1983)
MEMBER SINCE: February 2004
occupation: Currently living the dream as a housewife abroad.
fantasy: To get ravaged by sexy ladies while being tied up. mmm
gets me hot: I'll never tell...
i lost my virginity: A long long time ago.
heroes: My mom and my husband.
makes me sad: When people leave us too soon.
body mods: 2 tattoos on my back both drawn by Artman. I have more planned, but need a sign that what I have chosen is right.
makes me happy: The sun. Mountains. Chocolate and wine.
most humbling moment: I used to think it was when I got into a fight with a couch and the couch won. But now that I have 'grown-up' a bit, I realize that the most humbling moment in my life was actually 2 things...The 1st: My now husband postponed our wedding 3 weeks before the original date. The 2nd: Moving to France, not knowing a word of French and leaving everything familiar behind.
stats: does it matter?
into: Being myself, meeting new people and experiencing as much in life as possible.
Yup. Literally. Hit by a car. I'm okay, but I never thought I would be able to say that I had been hit by a car. Here is the story...
Yesterday, I was running late for a doctors appointment on the other side of town and hopped off the tram and stated running. Looked at the 'not a good time to cross' sign and decided to go anyway. There was a car sitting there and I thought the light had just turned but as I was running past the car that was slow to start another one was coming down the street. I didn't see it until it was too late and I was in front of him. He slammed on the brakes and I got hit. He didn't hit me hard enough to actually hurt me, but I did do a little flip and was thankfully able to land on my feet. I just kept running since I was going to be late. I yelled back to the guy that I was okay and told a girl that came to help me I was fine and just kept on running. I am sure I scared the driver and passenger of that car half to death. So far the only thing I noticed was a scratch on my arm where I hit the car, and not even a bruise on my bum/hip where I was also hit.
When I made it to the doctors office, she was running late, go figure. I told her about what had happened and she just looked at me with disbelief. When I told her I was serious, all she did was ask if I was okay. Some doctor. She didn't even want to make sure that I was physically okay. A little back story on her is that the last 2 times I saw her, she called me fat and wanted to offer me diet and fitness advice. This time was no different. She could only focus on the fact that I am not the typical body type that the 'French' prefer. I am shocked that she can be so callus and continue to tell me that I am overweight (I'm about 165lbs/75kg) even after I explained to her that I am mostly muscle and workout all the time, not to mention that I am happy (for the most part) with the way I am. Ugh. She drives me nuts. The...
Glad you did walk away unscathed.
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