I was tagged by Z. By the way, I tagged you a while ago, so have at it.
The rules - taken from Z...
“According to the rules… Each player of this game starts with the “6 Weird Things about You”. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog!”
Six wierd things about me.
I am always thinking ahead, that is, I precalculate my moves, which means I basically can't monotask, which means I can't seem to get anything done 100%. I hate that.
If you send me a picture of your kid, I will never recycle it. So, if your child is now 15 years old, I still have the Christmas card you sent me because I cannot throw out pictures of children. It may be buried in a box somewhere, but not in the garbage.
I hate to have my pulse taken. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
I gag when I brush my teeth in unfamiliar surroundings, even 1000 dollar a night hotel suites. I cannot even bear the idea of brushing my teeth in public bathrooms.
I rarely skip to the end of the movie or book, instead I'll plod all the way through even if I hate it. I am getting better, but for some reason I feel this need to complete even the dreariest of novels.
I always call my parents, TH and my brother before I fly. I cannot fly unless I have talked to them or left them a message along with that, I will not erase voice mails left by my parents, TH or my brother while they are travelling, in case something happens to them.
Well, I have very few people to tag. I'm going tag Sheryl, Mony , Jen, Rachel and Mary.
Smooches.
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4 comments:
Okay, I tried.
Hey, thanks for the Earnest Commemorative Card. Fabulous!
You did fabulously. I found out that Mary and I have three very similiar wierd habits. I love it.
JK you and Rachel are my only taggless folks, and I have heard from Rachel.
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Ernest is with his sister for the next two weeks.
I miss him, sort of.
This week I am so over Vida. I cannot tell you how it is when your real children come in and expect all sorts of services and meals and so forth. Fortunately they all love Vida and help out but whew!
Loved your weirds, by the way.
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