Ok. It's funny about tagging. I want it, because I like the love, and then I'm all, OhCrapWhoCanITagNow? But that's ok, because what the heck. The wonderful and endearing Esme has bestowed upon me the gift of Solicited Sharing of Random Personal Information.
Officially:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post these six rules on your blog.
3. Write 6 random things about yourself.
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is posted.
Two down.
So now for the six random things.
1. I'm a huge winger of things. Haven't made sushi since that one time in 1997? Wing it! Even if it falls apart, it has SEAWEED in it! Haven't been in the back of a canoe since Challenger's Day Camp, circa 1985? Just tell your paddling partner that you're an excellent steerer, and then figure it out in the middle of the lake! What? You're spinning the canoe in circles? No worries! You'll get to shore eventually! Winging things is where it's at.
2. I'm squeamish. (I have scars to prove it. Scars from passing out.) And if I wasn't, I'd probably have a job that paid the bills. I might be a pediatrician or an obstetrician or something. Once in a while, some rather Neanderthal part of my brain gets fired up and I have a moment of being able to do something really gross and cool, like gutting a fish. But usually I'm more likely to be found talking to plants, or telling small children to please not smoosh the bugs.
3. My first diary was navy blue, with a silver unicorn embossed on the front cover. I bought it when I was eight*. The first entry says this: Dear Diary, I bought you because I love unacorns! Also because I think it will be neat to have a diary of my own! Love Anna I had crossed out the a in unacorns and fixed the spelling error. And the exclamation point had a little heart instead of a dot. At some point, I decided that my diary should have a name, which I thought would make it seem like I was writing letters to a friend. I named her Laramie. Lare for short. I got the name from Michael White's song, Moonrise on the Prairie. I could probably still sing it by heart. Am I already at six random things yet? Probably, but you sill get (at least!) three more. Lucky day!
4. *Every time I think of something that happened when I was a kid, I think that it happened when I was eight. Of course, some things really did happen that particular year, but it's actually a Mathematical Psychology thing. I lived in the Campbell House on Kirkwood for seven years when I was growing up. And eight is the average of the ages that I was during that time.
5. I often like the ideas of things much more than the reality of them.
6. I'm a small amount OCD. Sometimes it serves me well. (Some people pay me to be OCD.) And sometimes it's really annoying. (To me and to the people whose sugar dish I keep moving back to the edge of where the counter meets the wall. Or whose stuff I Must Label, even though they already know that those are mustard seeds and they are not going to forget that those are mustard seeds.)
There you have it!
And now for the hard part: Tagging Others. How about, because I like them:
Keely
Jennifer
Alexandra
Sara
Heidi
Beth
Ladies, you can play along or not. I'm just being a sheep. Feel no pressure! (But it's sort of fun. I like sheep.)
Happy weekend, my dears!
