Tagged is a good way to fill blog space when you are tired of being introspective on a meaningful level. The latest version of the game comes from a blogger who thinks I am “condescending”. Which I have been known to be, but not lately. Since she did tag all her readers, and not just the ones she likes, I guess I am safe to play. Here are the rules:

 

 

1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves. (Are there 8 facts left that I haven’t shared?)

2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their eight random facts. (Do or do not, and feel free to use the comment space here if you don’t have a blog yourself.)

3. Players should tag eight other people and notify them they have been tagged. (No pressure. This isn’t one of those chain letters. No evil will befall those who dislike this type of “homework”.)

Fact number one: When I was eight my two possible future career choices, as I saw them, were playing shortstop for the Pittsburgh Pirates or the Roman Catholic priesthood. No one had told me yet that being “just a girl” was going to be a problem. I gave up the priest idea after spending the entire fifth grade hounding the nuns at school to let me take altar-boy training. The parish priests after explaining themselves into exasperation after the good sisters gave up finally sent me to talk with the missionary monks who came a fundraising every spring. They couldn’t convince my gender had a thing to do with being turned down either, but since I knew that having a heart to heart with the Pope wasn’t in the cards, I crossed priest off the list. Professional ballplayer got scratched in the eighth grade when girls were told that they had to play softball or nothing at all. I choose nothing in much the same way I choose nothing over the abomination that was known as six on six basketball. 

Fact two: My first car was the sweetest little green two door ’72 Dodge Dart. When I googled up a photo of it for the boys in my second hour last year, they were quite impressed because apparently it is a “muscle” car. Although, I nearly totaled in early in my driving days, and my father complained that it never drove the same after, it was fast, could hold up to eight of my friends and cornered well when playing car-tag.

 

Fact three: I get motion sick so easily that I can’t even sit on a swing at the park for more than a few minutes at a time. The bookmobile can be iffy  too when I am tired. It’s that bad.

 

Fact four: I am a huge fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I never missed a episode. Will thought it was an incredibly weird thing for a school teacher to be watching a teen show, but I loved the snarky dialogue and the ethical and moral questions it brought up through its themes. I even tired to write fan fiction for it once. I was/am that lame.

 

Fact five: I have no favorite color. When asked, I make one up.

 

Fact six: I am a vocal chameleon. If I spend too much time somewhere, I pick up the accent. My family lives in Northeast Iowa and have that hard, flat Midwestern tone. I have a rather southern drawl because I lived in either southeastern or south central Iowa since I was 18, and the people there might as well all live in Missouri with their twangs. I am already starting to show signs of loosing my drawl for a somewhat Canadian accent as my vowels are shifting. 

 

Fact seven: I have always wanted to learn to dance. Really dance. Like ballet. I took a semester’s worth of ballet in college and liked it a lot, but all the other girls were thin and swan-like and I was….um…..larger. Probably more goose-like. I am toying with the idea of belly dancing now, but I would really like to take ballet if I could find a place around here that teaches adults. I am sure I was a dancer in one of my more recent past lives.

 

Fact eight: I listen to songs (sometimes whole CD’s) I like repeatedly when I first get them. Currently I am playing Hollywood by Collective Soul to death on my iPod. It drove Will crazy when I did this. I actually thought I was the only one who did this until I met Rob, who does this too. Weird, eh?

 

Okay, so there are eight facts, and I have a blog entry for Saturday on Friday night. Which is good because tomorrow Rob is removing half of the back of the house to install a new landing. That should be fun. And I likely won’t have time to write (which fact nine is becoming a must for me everyday).

 

So, do blog or comment. Or not. It’s all good.