Tags, Bah!

I've been "got" by Jenn. I r.e.a.l.l.y don't like these things. I think it goes back to grad school when we had to do so many introspective things, and I was just got tired of pouring my guts out. Oh, well, I survived that and I can do this, too. ;-)

The rules say:

The game: Each player of this game starts off
with ten weird things or habits
or little known facts about themselves.
People who get tagged must write
in a blog of their own ten weird things
or habits or little known facts
as well as state this rule clearly.
At the end you must choose six people
to be tagged and list their names.
No tag backs!

Now, I'm supposed to tell six more people to follow my lead and tell ten little known things about themselves. I'm so bad at this that I don't want to tag others, so what I'm doing, instead, is say that if you read this and you wish to do so, take this to your blog and have a ball! Otherwise, just enjoy knowing some silly things about me ... and don't gossip about me!! And don't laugh so loud that I can hear you!

Here goes:

1. My body is decidedly asymmetrical. STOP LOOKING! It's not that obvious.

2. I was such a good child that I didn’t get spanked. Well, once.

3. I learned to drive on Old Route 66 through the desert of New Mexico when I was 11 years old.

4. I was a big-time tomboy as a kid. I used to out run, out throw, out jump, all the boys. That was before I knew that it not only didn’t impress them, but it scared the hell out of them.

5. Later on, I could out drink all the boys, too. That did impress them.

6. I have a rare blood type, B-.

7. In my teens and early 20s, I could limbo under a stick lower than my knees.

8. I used to drag race my Volkswagen. Real drag races, not street races. Well, I did that, too. I usually won against other VWs, but a 409 spotted me half the distance and beat me by a nose. I want no remarks about me being a fast woman.

9. I’m mildly claustrophobic. Elevators are fine as long as they don’t hesitate. Or bump. Or squeal, squeak, or whine. Or hesitate to open the doors. Or . . . . . .

10. I really, really hate doing these things! OK, that’s not a fair response. How ‘bout ... (2 hours later!!) I hate sitting in a restaurant alone, something I will need to overcome, ‘cause I’m not going to miss a good dinner just ‘cause I’m alone from now on!!! Life's too short to miss a good meal!!


Whew! I be glad dat done!!