I’ve been tagged today by Gagdad Bob at One Cosmos, and since I don’t have much else to write about I figured I’d play along. The meme is 8 random facts about me.
The rules are:
1. Let others know who tagged you.
Check.
2. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
3. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
4. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.
Bob Agard, Chloe Cumming, JungleMom, Sal, Geckofeeder, Susie Q (& A), Ricky Raccoon, River Cocytus and The Bunnies – Tag, you’re it!
1. I went to three different colleges for two years each (in Vermont, Ohio and Ohio; I’m originally from the Seattle area, with a brief tour in England). I started off interested in science and music, and somehow ended up with a BFA in painting. I’m still scratching my head over that one.
2. For my 18th birthday, back at my first college, a bunch of friends blindfolded me and took me to the local Howard Johnson’s, where they made me stand outside by the road and wave at passing cars (still blindfolded) until we were seated. During dinner, my roommate hid one of those giant menus under her shirt, and another friend took one of the big red plastic glasses (the textured ones you find at pizza places, that hold about 32 oz.). After dinner, we drove the back way back to school through the dark Vermont woods, sans headlights. I was blindfolded again, and we stopped at the local volunteer fire station (our driver was a volunteer fireman). I had three chances to guess where we were, and had no clue. We got out of the car, and he blared the siren for a moment – startling, but also very cool. Then, to top off the evening, we went back to campus where the fireman had a stash of giganto bottle-rockets. We took them out to the woods behind the school, let off a few, and accidentally set the dry underbrush on fire. Fortunately, campus fire extinguishers were relatively close, and we were able to put it out, after which the fireman laughed hysterically for several minutes and proclaimed he wanted to do it again.
Good times.
3. I don’t have favorites; no favorite colors, foods, books, people, etc. I think there are way too many delightful things or people under any category to simply choose one of those over every other. The only exception to this is my husband, who is my one and only all time favorite person. Otherwise, I like so many people, foods, colors, musicians, and so on that it just doesn’t seem fair to single one out to the exclusion of all others. Which isn’t to say that I don’t have dislikes, mind you – I just have a great appreciation for Truth, Beauty and Goodness in all their forms.
4. I’m an excellent procrastinator; I’m not generally late, but I put things off to the last reasonable minute. Case in point: this morning, getting my niece to the airport we dawdled a little (I made bacon and eggs, and let her play with the Wii for about 15 minutes), enough that I was worried when we saw the line to check in at the ticket counter (I hadn’t anticipated the line there, but I did expect a security line, which was virtually non-existent). We made it to the gate exactly on time – she wasn’t late, but they were ready for her to board the moment we got there. I actually work best with a deadline; for most tasks I know how much time I need, then I give myself that plus a tad more to get it done. It helps that for most things, I’m not too worried about the consequences if everything’s not perfect. One of these days it’s going to bite me in the butt, but so far so good 
5. When I was born, I had no eyelashes or fingernails (I was a tad premature), and the doctor told my mom I might be “a little slow” (whether they were right I’ll leave for you to decide!). He didn’t think my cranium was quite big enough. Also, I was a late talker – I didn’t say much until I was about three, at which point I surprised my parents with complete sentences.
6. I have a brown thumb. Any plant that isn’t fairly self-sufficient tends not to thrive under my, er, care, even when I remember to water and feed them adequately and kill off the fungus.
7. So far, the description “loved by kids and dogs” seems to fit me. If that’s still true when I reach the end of this journey, I think it’ll be a good thing to have on a headstone.
8. When I was in junior high and high school, I played the French Horn. I was only mediocre – in junior high, the band director was so glad I stuck with it that he didn’t expect much from me; it was a rude awakening when I got to high school, playing second to a girl who was an excellent musician. I improved a little, but frankly I don’t think I ever had the sheer nerve required to confidently play a soaring solo; for that matter, I still don’t, which is why I am thrilled to be a part of the choir, but am very unlikely to ever audition for, much less be chosen for, a solo. Art suits me more – a painting, when it’s done, speaks for itself. It can’t go off pitch or forget its notes, and it doesn’t get embarrassed and clumsy when everyone’s staring at it. It is, to my mind, a much safer way to produce something that brings people pleasure.
Anyway, that’s eight random things about me.
Your turn!
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