07/02/2007

TAG! I'M IT!

Today I was e-"tagged" by my sister, Diana. The game rules are as follows: I am supposed to 'tag' seven other people via blogspot.com and they are to tag seven other people, etc., etc. Everyone tagged is required to place 7 random facts about themselves on their blog for all the world to see. This greatly narrows down the random facts that I would like to share: the fact that they are public property, that is. Anyhow, I don't really have that many blog friends. Primarily I keep up with the family, but they've all been 'tagged' already. However, in order to not disappoint those interested enough in my life to care about my 'random facts', I will go ahead and include them here:

1. I can't grow out my thumbnails. I don't know why. All my other nails grow just fine, but not my thumbs. They get just about to the end of my finger and they start to tear. OUCH! This makes me the absolute worst candidate for a manicure, yet, I confess, I enjoy a good nail-painting now and again.

2. The Carpenter's are one of my VERY favorite music groups ever. There is nothing so swell as listening to the beautiful voice of Karen Carpenter as she croons 'Mr. Postman' or sweetly sings 'We've Only Just Begun.' So what that they are a little before my time? I gather around their albums at the store with the 50 year olds and we fight about which collection is best.

3. My ideal dinner and a movie date: A Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger, fries, and coke from Wendy's and a home-theater showing of Gladiator. Where else can I watch a movie in such comfort and in boxer shorts and a tee?

4. I like my veggies sugared, not salted. This is not entirely my fault. My grandmother makes veggies this way. My mother makes veggies this way. Nature or nurture I don't know, but I do know that peas taste 100% better with a touch of sugar!

5. I can touch my nose with my tongue. (oohs and aaahs all around, right?) THAT takes talent. I don't try to do this often...primarily done to impress my son who finds it hysterical and perplexing at the same time. "Mom, how do you do that??"

6. I have had an anxiety disorder for as long as I can remember. Currently medicated, I am able to pass as relatively normal amongst the sane of society. But, I'm really not. Touring Casa Loma in Canada, my Dad had to carry me out of a tunnel because I panicked so severely. Claustrophobia, I guess. In Colorado at the top of Pike's Peak I nearly jumped off the edge...also claustrophobia of a different kind...like, instead of lack of space, it was a lack of air. Nearly reasonable. In the height of the Mad Cow epidemic, I was convinced I had contracted the disease. After riding Cedar Point's smallest roller coaster, I exited the ride with tears streaming down my cheeks. The 'It's a Small World' ride at Disney still haunts me (not sure why this scared me). Pretty lame-o, eh? It's bad news when something gets a little out of whack in the brain!

7. Speaking of anxiety, I used to be TERRIFIED of dogs. In fact, in elementary school there was a little dog in our neighborhood, and I refused to walk to the bus stop by myself for fear that he might be outside. I also dreaded family walks around the block. I can recall sitting with my brother in a wagon and pulling a blanket over my head...feeling that somehow, if I couldn't see the dog, maybe he couldn't see me. There is irony in this if you know how much I LOVE dogs now. AND, not only do I love them, but I own a Great Dane...the largest dog breed on earth! Time changes things, does it not?

Well, there's a little glimpse into my world. Now, I'm going to go consume 1 or 2 oatmeal raisin cookies and some milk before heading to bed. Goodnight to all!