Gee, Can I Play Too?

It took me awhile to realize what game I was playing, but now I know. Yes, I've been tagged. (A great big thanks goes out to my Cool Sis for instigating this post .) For those of you who may be unaware of the concept of playing tag in blog world, the object of the game is that you must tell 8 (no more, no less) "interesting" facts about yourself.

Here I go:

Fact #1: I HATE these kind of "games" online.

While I find myself interested in reading others' factoids, the process of this concept personally drives me crazy. Typically, I don't do these things. For those of you who've emailed me questionnaire surveys before, I apologize for ignoring your mail and making the exception this time. Please forgive me. But the main reason I even have a blog to begin with is because of peer pressure, and I'm giving in, once again.

'What's the point?' is my question. Are you really going to know me because I've spilled my guts on a few meaningless facts of my life? Is it going to make our friendship closer because I've told you these things? For myself, that's why I don't get into telling these pieces of trivia. If you want to get to "know" me a little better, then let's do lunch. You might have more of an impression than reading the "facts" and letting the information go in one ear and out the other.

One more thing that goes along with this topic is those irritating "pass it on to 10 of your friends and back to the person you received it from" emails. First of all, I don't think I have 10 friends. Secondly, the guilt trip you get at the end about if you love Christ, if you're a Christian, if you want to spend eternity in heaven, blah, blah blah, then you'll send this......

Well, guess what? I'm going to hell because I never send them and more than likely anymore, I don't even read them.

Fact #2: What you see is what you get.

I don't feel bothered to express my opinion. (see fact #1) :) I don't like feeling like I'm walking on eggshells with anybody, so why should I make anyone else feel that way? If you want to know if I'm glad, mad, sad or delirious, I'll tell you. If you don't like me, don't act like you like me. That's cool with me. Let's call the shots as they are and move on. There's no sense in playing the emotional roller coaster game.

Fact #3: I use this symbol, :) , a lot when I'm writing.

Considering my personality (see fact #2) and my sense of humor which tends to lean towards irony, I use the symbol to tell the reader that I'm either chuckling as I'm writing or that I'm not being serious about what I'm writing. I tend to use this symbol more with people that don't know me. Because of my (what I've been told) "strong" personality, I can be taken the wrong way so the symbol serves as a reaffirming measurement and that I'm writing with good intention. While I may use the symbol in other ways, I would say these are the main functions for me.

Fact #4: I think anyone who has four children (single-births) in four and a half years needs their head examined.

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Fact #5: My dream is to become the poster chic for a weight loss center.

Yeah, like I'm on the poster and the advertisement reads something like: Do you look like this? Then our center is just the place for you!

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I know, I can eat and I'm sexy. :)

Fact #6: My weakness......cadbury eggs. Yummo!!!!!!

*see fact #5 :)


Fact #7: I was once the MVP for our church softball league.

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True.

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It's kind of like my tennis playing......I'm like a blur on the court baby! :)

Fact #8: My favorite outdoor activity :) canoeing.

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Okay, I think that's a wrap since I'm at 8. I've got atleast 5 more, but I'm a believer in playing by the rules. So, I'm throwing in the towel. Plus, if I keep going, it's only going to get more ridiculous, trust me. The old creativity ball only gets faster as it goes down the hill.

I feel so much closer to you all now since I've told you this valuable information. I usually wouldn't do this, but since we're getting past the surface layer in this online relationship.....I'm giving you my cell phone number. Please call and let me know you're out there. Here's another little 411 for you, I never answer my cell phone if I don't recognize the number, so there's no pressure to go into a long conversation with me. Just leave a message and let me know you got my number. I know it's a big step, but I just feel like this is the right time. For those of you who don't have my new number, call......I think you'll like my new voice mail. :)

201-808-6011

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A Little Ditty (Scroll Down for the Rest of the Story)

Forgive me as I get a little sentimental here on my blog towards the end of the school year. (I know: gag!) For some of you, school has ended. But for those of us who are still in session, (those snow days are a thorn in my side right now....didn't that happen just a couple of posts ago?) I can't help sharing my favorite childhood memory that took place on the last day of school while riding the bus home.



To most of you, there will be no excitement in this whatsoever. You'll have to keep in mind that I grew up in Hickesville, U.S.A. (which is kind of ironic because I just replanted myself in another Hickesville, U.S.A.) If I wouldn't have married my husband, I probably wouldn't have been able to write or speak English properly. Thanks to his family, I can even splel now. :)



So, here we go. Now warm up those vocal chords people, I want you singing from the top of your lungs.....



A hundred bottles of b......



Now, wait just a minute, I'm going to have to do the clean version of this song or else I'll be reprimanded by Miss Etiquette.



A hundred bottles of coke on the wall, a hundred bottles of coke, you take one down, pass it around, 99 bottles of coke on the wall......