To celebrate the release of her new book 18 TRUTHS, Jamie Ayres is hosting the Can You Handle The Truth? Book Release Blog Fest. Each participant is asked to write two events that actually happened, and one event that is completely false. The challenge is to see how many fake stories you can sniff out, while meeting new bloggers along the way. If that isn't enough incentive to join in on the fun, Jamie has graciously teamed up with other authors in providing some incredible giveaways. Be sure to visit all of the lovable liars here.
My earliest memory of feeling completely out of place, was when my mom enrolled me in Wendy Ward Charm School. One of her dear friends signed her daughter up, so my fate was sealed. Some of my acquired skills included: drinking tea with my pinkie extended, knowing which occasions called for white gloves, and walking down a runway as all the moms were snapping photos, while my mom conveniently left her camera at home. Did I mention that I was only four at the time?
When I was seventeen, I went out with a twenty seven year old waiter that I met at a restaurant with my parents. Not only did my parents approve, but my dad went out of his way to be helpful. One day my dad overheard us talking on the phone in the kitchen. I was trying to tell him the best route to our house, when my dad heard me stammering. He quickly jotted down directions, and silently slid them across the table. Thanks to my dad, my date continued to believe that I was a confident college student instead of a nervous teenager with no sense of direction.
Years ago I began suffering from plantar fasciitis, so I went to the podiatrist. He suggested that I get fitted for orthotics, and sent me across the hall to have molds made of my feet. While there, I noticed that a man kept staring at me. I thought that this guy had some weird foot fetish, so I ignored him. Then he told me that he worked for an orthopedic shoe company that was unveiling a new arch support line. He complimented me on my high arches, and asked if I would be interested in becoming a foot model. He wasn't concerned that I was limping at the time, because they just needed me for still photographs. It was a good thing, because the shoes were nearly impossible to walk in, and that division of the shoe company went under within less than a year. Little did my mom know, that this Wendy Ward Charm School graduate, would go on to become an unsuccessful geriatric foot model before I turned forty.