Hi, this is me, Rob, otherwise known as the "Chambo." I found out this weekend I had been "tagged" so here is my attempt to fulfill my "tag" obligation. It's not pretty, trust me...
10 Things You Might Not Know About Me
(1) I was a high school state football champion. I was a defensive lineman for Timpview High School (go T-birds!). We beat Skyline in a triple overtime, nail biting, prep football thriller. Don’t get me wrong though, I wasn’t any good – even though I am pretty sure I thought a lot of my football skills back in the day. My teammates and I were so excited for our victory that we gave each other “head-butt’s” with our helmets on (it was a macho thing to do). Unfortunately for one of my friends, I didn’t realize he had taken his helmet off and he suffered a post-game broken nose….sorry Moe!
(2) I am fascinated by comb-over’s and hope one day to be blessed with sparse enough hair to have one. An individual in the ward I grew up in had a sweet comb-over. I thought is was neat when it would flap in the wind. I decided at an early age that I would someday sport that sweet due!!!
(3) I was a student government officer in high school. I warn the reader not to confuse this with any form of popularity. My friend and I smelled pizza one day after school. We followed the scent and were required to sign up to run for an office before we could partake. The next day we both found nobody signed up to run against either of us. We shared the same winning campaign slogan, “vote for me, who else are you going to vote for?” – it was inspiring!!!
(4) I have a good friend by the name of Dave with an extremely hairy chest. Dave is a really nice guy but legend has it, a woodland creature named Raule lives within that hairy nest of a chest. A similar folklore tells of a small cave dweller by the name of Vinchenzo (“Vinnie” for short) who dwells in my own belly-button. Vinnie (the cave-dweller) and Raule (the woodland creature) are known to converse on occasion. I know, knowledge of this is very strange and somewhat disturbing!!! Unfortunately, I have to come up with 10 things here (I’ve been “tagged”) and I’m really not much of an exciting person – Vinnie (the cave dweller) on the other hand is extremely exciting!!!
(5) I was a paperboy from the ages of 7 until about 15 years old. Back in that day the paperboy would collect the monthly newspaper fees. One night while collecting I came upon one of my customers homes which had flames and smoke coming out the large garage door. After greeting my customer at the door and letting her know I was there “to collect” I casually mentioned her home was on fire. She assured me her son was smoking meat in the garage and everything was under control. I collected my money and left the house only to find the flames had grown much taller. I went back to tell my customer her house was really on fire only to get the same reply. I went across the street to collect from her neighbor and upon opening the door, the neighbor saw the flames and rushed passed me, hollering “Fire! Fire!” at the top of her lungs. I learned two valuable lessons that night – to get somebody’s attention you should first, not be asking for their money, and second, flare your arms and scream “fire!” at the top of your lungs.
(6) Did I already mention Vinnie the cave dweller?
(7) As newly-weds in a married student ward (at the famed University of Utah), I once mistook the Bishop’s wife for my own. The story goes something like this – I had a meeting prior to church and planned to meet Monica in Sacrament Meeting. I arrived during the ward announcements and immediately climbed over my beautiful bride sitting at the edge of the bench and parked myself snuggly up against her just as the opening hymn began. I sang the hymn, sat through the opening prayer, and was halfway through the sacrament hymn (sharing a hymn book) when I heard Monica’s voice behind me ask if I was planning to sit with her during the meeting. I looked over to find I had been cozy’d up to the Bishop’s wife who seemed horrified of me. The bishop (not from the student ward) had only been called two weeks prior so his poor wife had absolutely no idea who this clown was that was invading her personal space. Monica was gracious enough to join the Bishop’s wife and myself on the bench but chose to sit on the other side of me leaving me next to my new found friend…awkward. Very awkward!!!
(8) I hit a cat the first time I drove a car. My apologies to all you cat lovers out there. It was unintentional and those beady little glow-in-the-dark eyes still haunt me to this day. I wish Vinnie (the cave dweller) would have warned me in sufficient time so as I could have avoided that experience. Another lesson learned, the whole “cats have nine lives” is nothing but a bunch of baloney!
(9) While serving an LDS mission in Texas, my companion and I were shot at. We had just received a not-so-warm reception at a country home upon delivering an LDS video (the family ordered off a commercial). A rifle was produced by the father of the home and my companion and I found ourselves running for our lives down the long dirt driveway. We jumped into our Ford Escort Wagon and sped away. Unfortunately, the little Escort took one for the team as it took a hit in the rear as we drove away. I learned that day that while many Texans are extremely friendly and nice people, there are a few “crazy’s” in that great state and we seemed to be a “crazy magnet.”
(10) I have been known to sleep-walk on a regular basis. My most recent night-time escapade found me scaling the bedroom wall, asking Monica to “commit” while speaking in an English accent. Needless to say, Monica has since banned me of watching Man vs. Wild with host, Bear Grylls, prior to sleeping.
Hmmm. Let's see. I tag Kyle and Tom. Sorry guys, it's a dog-eat-dog world out there...