"Once It's Over"

(I take no credit for any pictures. They are not mine)

I Need the Light

One other major pet peeve of mine is eating in the dark.
I had heard my youth pastor make a joke, telling us in class before that it was one of his pet peeves. I thought nothing of it except that it never bothered me that much. That is it never bothered me until this past summer. I was on the way home from church camp and we had gone through the Wendy’s drive through. I ordered the boneless chicken wings that they had advertised. They were very messy to begin with, and it was the middle of the night in the car. So, I was blindly stabbing at my food, sitting on my lap. Some ended up dropping onto the chair, the floor or my lap because I couldn’t see it falling off my fork. Being very frustrated and tired, I decided then and there that I agreed with my youth pastor.

No! Go Lay Down!

I, myself, have a couple different pet peeves. One of the worst ones is that I cannot stand to have a dog beg for food while I’m eating.
When I was at a friends house a few years ago, she had a dog named Mickey. He was a Chihuahua-Jack Russell Terrier mix, and they had a bad habit of feeding him from their plates. I was there once for dinner and we were eating on their couch. Mickey came up to me, put his paws on my knees, sniffed the food on my lap and looked up at me, eyes wide and ears perked way up. I could not eat with him there and they had to remove him from the room before I could. I have not tolerated begging from a dog in any way since then.

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That's What They Tell Me

My dad had a heart attack before I was born. Needless to say, it was minor and he’s doing spectacular to this day. He has had to take a medication for his heart, though, ever since.

I was somewhere around 18 months old when my dad had brought home a refilled bottle of his prescription, and he had set it in the middle of the dining room table. After he left the room, I had climbed up on a chair and opened the “child-proof” prescription bottle. The next thing they knew, I was holding half a pill in my hand and had come up to them and told them “yuck!” They called the hospital and I was rushed to the emergency room to have my stomach pumped. My mom told me she could hear me screaming from the waiting room. I, apparently, screamed every time I saw someone in a white lab coat after that, until I was around six years old. I have absolutely no memory of this at all.

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I've Always Been Difficult

I was born on March 14^th, 1993 in Akron, Ohio. As I was told by my mom, I was actually born in the middle of a blizzard. I was the only natural birth my mom was able to have, and she was determined to have me that way. At 3:00 AM, they noticed something was wrong and after lots of rushing around, I was born at 3:16 AM with no heartbeat, and I was not breathing. They got me to stabilize, and after two days in an incubator, my mother could finally take me home.

My Family

My name is Carolyn Allen, I’m the middle child of three, and I have two sisters.
My younger sister, Melissa, is 16 and a sophomore in high school.

My older sister, Jocelyn, is 23 and a junior in college. She will be returning from her leave of absence in the fall this year.

 My mother, Alyson, works as a staff accountant at CF Bank, and she owns a percentage of a bead store in Green called “Beads N’ More”. Beading, as well as crafts in general, has always been one of her joys and passions.

 My father, David, works as head of the cataloging department in the Cuyahoga Falls Library. He has worked there for over 20 years, and for most of that time, was a reference librarian before his promotion.