About 4 years ago, I call that Christmas "the bad Christmas". I was in such a hurry trying to get things baked and out the door, I didn't notice that I was holding a baking sheet fresh out of the oven (20 minutes baking at 350). I didn't drop the sheet, I held onto it for about 3 minutes. Hubs thought it was cooled and then saw the tears in my eyes. He put on the pot holder and took it away and put my hand under ice cold water. I had huge blisters all over my hand and he bandaged it for me. I could wash my hair, tie my shoes or anything like that. I couldn't even make x-mas dinner (which hubs majorly helped with).
2 days prior to burning my hand, my 3 year old dog got attacked my another dog. We rushed her to the vet and got things taken care of. I hate it when people leave their dogs unattented, when they're known for getting out and attacking other animals (and even killing them).
I started running because I finally saw myself they way I really looked and I didn't like what I saw. Hubs and I went to Hawaii in 2003 and I was 20 pounds heavier than what I am now. I hated how I looked and needed to change it. When I put my mind to something, it gets done.
We didn't have much money, but I put on my "play" shoes and a pair of old shorts and started running around our neighborhood. I got the weight off (and kept it off for a few years, so far) and now I'm training for my 1st 1/2 marathon (on April 30th). I am pretty proud of myself!
In high school, I use to work at the local (small) zoo. I went in the cages with the animals. I worked closely with the bobcats, bear, owls (the scariest animal there), squirrel monkeys (my favorite), snakes, hedgehogs, badgers (shown below) and so many more. My favorite part was making toys for the animals to play with and watching them figure it out.