I've been "half"- arrested in Williamsburg, Virginia and subsequently banned from the town for a year. (Oops)

I've had... hmmm... five (???) speeding tickets and just a small "handful" or two, um, incidents by the tender age of twenty-five.

I've managed to somehow graduate with my undergraduate degree, even though several professors somehow "lost" my papers... (I SWEAR that I have evidence I turned them in!)

I've taught numerous friends to drive a stick shift... in a car... that was brand new... off the lot... that they didn't own.

I own far too many New Kids on the Block CD's (mind you, not cassettes), for my own good - and still listen to them... much to the chagrin of my husband. 

I was sober as a priest on my wedding day. I didn't have a drop of alcohol at the reception. The worst part? The only booze I had all day, I drank AT THE CHURCH. (And no... it wasn't communion wine).

I have an innate ability to remember where my husband puts his things, but absolutely no ability to find my own stuff.

I recently told the high schoolers that work for me that they are only allowed to have their prom night off if them promise to stop by work that night, with their date, all decked out. (Ain't I a slave driver?)

I have ridden on the back of a dolphin. (Regardless of what my other family members might have to say about me only being towed around...)

I have made a sled out of a pizza box and saran wrap in an emergency situation.

I have two metal rods in my back, fused together with dead-person bone.

I got tired of my hour-plus commute and playing the job of a "desk jockey," so I quit and went back to the world of food service and retail while working on my Masters of Arts Degree in Integrated Marketing Communications.

I couldn't stand rush hour traffic- so instead I fly weekly from Washington DC to Boston to attend my graduate classes. 

I've contributed to the drunken mischievousness of many a person, friends, family, even the occasional grad school professor.