The Devil is in the Details

This week on the blog we’ll be talking about details which might surprise even those who know us pretty well.  The thing is, I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned a few of those at some point here on this blog.  But in case it’s only in my mind that I’ve shared them, here’s a few tidbits about the Mickster, your Monday fox.

1.  I’ve never really been called Mickster.  I’ve been called Miss B, Mrs. G, Gibby, Mickey Mouse, and to get my attention, “Oh Mickey, you’re so fine.  You’re so fine you blow my mind.  Hey Mickey!”  Toni Basil, I really hated you and your one-hit wonder song in 1982, but now, I guess you’re okay.  It’s one of my ring tones on my phone.

2.  I worked at Disney World the summer after my freshman year of college.  I would love to tell you all in Four Foxes One Hound world that I was Cinderella or TinkerBell or drove the monorail or some other cool job, but I was merely a merchandising hostess.  Fancy name for a sales clerk.  I sold camera film and candy all day and pointed out where the bathroom or Space Mountain was.

3.  I was a Domino’s pizza delivery girl the following summer.  I made more money than I did at Disney, but let’s face it.  Disney was still more fun and both uniforms sucked.

4.  The only pageant I ever won was Miss Orange Park Mall.  I never heard about another pageant for me to give up my crown, so I’m pretty sure I’m still Miss Orange Park Mall.  Now where the heck is my tiara?

5.  I was once a shy, nonconfrontational sweet thing.  I had a total of 3 dates in high school, two of which were arranged by my dad.  Yes, my dad got one of his friend’s sons to take me to my senior prom.  We had a pre-prom date just to make sure prom wouldn’t be a total disaster.  It wasn’t.  I had fun, but I haven’t seen him since prom night.  Not sure what that says about me.

6. My Chinese zodiac sign is the monkey, same as my husband and youngest son.  He loves to practice his monkey skills.  My son, not my husband.  Just in case you were wondering.

So, dear readers, what is something about you few others know about?  But please, don’t tell me anything too secret.  I wouldn’t want to obligate you to tell me then have to kill me. 😉

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8 Responses to The Devil is in the Details

  1. Many, many times, I’ve wanted to call you the Mickster! LOL!

    Every time I hear the song on 80s on 8, I think of you. It’s a cool song but I bet it annoyed you to death like the Sherry Baby one bugs a friend of mine named Sherry.

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    • Micki Gibson says:

      You may refer to me as the Mickster whenever you want. And yes, I was very mad at Toni Basil during my junior high years. And I can only imagine how much that Sherry Baby song would have driven your Sherry friend nuts. Two of my best friends from high school felt that pain (Cherie and Shari)…they got the Steve Perry “Sherry” and occasionally the Sherry Baby one. (My ears hurt of thinking how badly that song can be butchered.)

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  2. Tonette says:

    I can understand your frustration with people throwing the song at you, but I am glad you can embrace”Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine” and let the world know you ARE,(so fine!). I can’t get people to remember my name. When I was a kid, there was a “Toni” home permanent for kids named…can you guess? The revenge is that anyone who throws that at me now gets told that they are showing their age! Some people also played a picolo-type instrument in school when they were young, also called a …yep. I laughed out loud once when my husband introduced me to a fellow worker, who immediately asked,”Were your parents musicians?”.
    Don’t even get me started on my last name, which sounds like a cartoon character, and everyone thinks they are soooo original with pointing it out.I have heard everything that can ever be said; none of them are funny.
    I was also very shy and introverted, and hardly dated.My husband and I were both born in the Year of the Horse.
    Here’s a fact for you:Linda Bruckheimer, (Jerry’s wife) , was my landlady when I had my bakery/restaurant. I never knew what celebs or VIP’s were eating my goodies at their house, as the staff was sworn to secrecy, but rumor had it that Will Smith may well have eaten my cookies. ( I hope so; I LOVE him!)

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    • Micki Gibson says:

      I vaguely remember the Toni home perms. But you totally win the cool factoid with your bakery restaurant. I can picture Will Smith being all Will Smith-like waving a cookie around and saying, “THESE are some good cookies.” with that mischievous smile on his face.

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    I don’t know what ‘year’ sign I am in the oriental zodiac.
    I’ve always been shy also, but managed to quell it enough to date a lot in high school. Well, as a junior & senior anyhow. Let’s see, I counted the number of diff. girls I dated — one time for a question on the Newly-Wed table game — but I no longer remember the exact number. It was at least a dozen diff. young ladies … and with some I had several dates. [I was NOT terribly engrossed in my academic studies].
    But I never dated Miss Orange Park Mall.

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    • Micki Gibson says:

      As far as the Chinese zodiac, I suppose you could get your fill of fried rice and/or wonton soup by visiting all of them and see which ones have the zodiac placemats. Or Google it. (I’m partial to anything involving food-based research.)
      I seem to recall you shared with us your acting adventures. No doubt some of those ladies were quite charmed with you which led to many of those dates. Just Miss Orange Park Mall’s theory. 🙂

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      • jeff7salter says:

        LOL. Not sure how much ‘charm’ was involved, but I will admit I was brash. If that was an attractive quality, then we may finally have an explanation for the number of different girls willing to go out with me.
        BTW, I’m chatting a bit more about those high school plays on Thursday!

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