Tagged

I got tagged by Snarky Much, and while my record of responding to tags is...um..."spotty", this one seems like a good way to occupy a quasi-holiday Monday morning. So...

1. Link to the person that tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is UP

First of all, this is kinda hard. There are lots of things about me that I have never written, but they are almost all by intentional omission. I have very few secrets that I don't intend to keep. But here goes...some random facts and a couple of stories from the past...

1) I never smoked cigarettes. Seriously, I have had a lot of bad habits, but I never picked this one up. I am not really sure why...but I have probably had less than four cigarettes in my life, and never ever felt any desire to be a regular smoker.

2) Weather permitting, I usually drive barefoot. Someone told me that this is actually against the law in Massachusetts...can someone confirm that? But during the summer, I almost never wear shoes while driving, and actually find myself weirdly pained to do so. This was an awfully nice part about living in Arizona...no need to really ever wear shoes while driving.

3) Speaking of driving...have I ever told you how I learned to drive? My mom used to hang out at a whole bunch of local bars, and often drank herself into oblivion. One night (I was probably 12) she got completely hammered and they wouldn't let her drive home. She called me to come down and get her. So, I walked the three blocks to the bar (not a really safe three blocks, by the way) and drove her home. Somehow the bartender felt like it was unsafe for her to drive herself, but it was OK for me to drive her. I dunno...it made sense at the time. Fun story, huh?

4) BFFg and I were once almost involved in a bar fight in which three people ended up getting stabbed. We were 17 with really bad fake ID's and were hanging out in a really, really wretched, unsafe place. We got out because BFFg recognized the gang dress from a kid in our math class, and dropped his name to get someone to sneak us out the back. More fun times.

5) BFFb has saved my life on two occasions. Once figuratively, once once literally. We were at a pool with a bunch of people and I was playfully being chased around the pool. I slipped, cracked my face on a metal pole and knocked myself unconscious (I still have a scar on my lip from it). I also, according to everyone that was there, teetered on the edge of the pool deck, which fell off about 10 or 12 feet into a parking lot. BFFb grabbed me as I started to fall off the edge. OK...maybe I wouldn't have died...but it would have been messy. That's why he is my favorite boy in the world:-)

6) My favorite jeans come from the boys department at Old Navy. The boys jeans don't make my butt look that good, so they aren't my hot jeans...but they are the most comfortable. I have trouble finding clothes that fit me (no surprise there) so I end up buying lots of stuff in places intended for teenagers;-)

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OK, here is where it gets fun...

I am going to tag some people, but I am gonna do it a little differently. I am not gonna tag bloggers, I am going to tag their attachments and ask them to post their responses on their blogs. Or, email them to me and I will post them here. So...Laurwilk? Let Porter know that he is on the clock. And e.b.? Magoo is expected to respond. Aaron? Let the fabulous Sarah know that she is tagged, too. Jenny, you can give it to either Hooker or Andy, but I want one of them!

Because I know he is going to feel better soon, I am gonna tag Otto and Martha together:-).

And finally, I am gonna tag the wonderful, fabulous, divine and famous (at least in these parts)...Smoking Hot Roommate.