The talented & inspiring journal artist Robin tagged me to list 7 weird things about myself. The challenge is that I am constantly putting my weirdness out there into the world…is there anything about me that you don’t know? I know there’s a lot that you wish you didn’t know…heh. Ahem.
1. I managed not to vomit for 6 years (from ages 8 to 14). That changed when I bragged about my non-vomitness at a church girl’s camp. Never do that. Never brag about not vomiting. Because within 24 hours you’ll break your record. I got food poisoning that night (managed to stick my head out the tent door each time), but we did have to unstake the tent and move it. Ick.
2. I hate to run. If the world ends and we have to run to save our lives, I will lay down and offer myself as a decoy sacrifice so all you runners can get away. Seriously.
3. Years ago I had an impression that I would someday have a baby girl, and that all my journals (pages and pages of sentimental drivel) are for her. Guess what. I have 3 boys, and no plans or physical ability to have any more. Guess I’ll have to hold out for granddaughters.
4. I write poems. Bad ones. Wanna read one? No? You don’t want to have to poke your eyes out with sharp sticks? Oh, okay.
5. I have spilled orange juice on my pants 3 days in a row. I just did it again. Just now. I think I don’t know how to drink out of a glass without a straw any more. I need my straws.
6. I have only been to 3 live concerts which is a travesty and an embarrassment, and I am actually shocked that the universe hasn’t over-corrected or self-combusted because of it.
7. I have so many books stuffed into the 5-shelf bookshelf by my bed (and haphazardly piled on either side of it) that if we ever have an earthquake here, I am a goner. For sure. Headline will read, "Cuckoo book/art lady killed by novels and the occasional historical non-fiction volume."
Okay, I tag……….Kimberly, Lea, Lisa Pace, Wendy, Lisa, Celeste, and Kim.