1) Link to the person who tagged you (I did above).
2) Post the rules.
3) Share six non-important things / habits / quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people.
5) Make sure the people you tagged KNOW you tagged them by commenting what you did.
Based on what I’ve been reading around the blogosphere, I’ve got some serious competition. Here we go:
1) I’ve been to Hell at least twice. I can document two of the times because I have photo evidence of the visits, but I’m convinced I’ve had my passport stamped more often. Compliments of infertility, I’ve had the sleepless nights and tortured thoughts to prove it.
2) Starting about the time I was 13 I developed a mad, mad crush on Clark Gable. I read everything I could find about him and watched every movie he was in — one of my faves being It Happened One Night. I had a life-size poster of him on the back of my bedroom door. I dreamed about marrying him. I did in a sense — my dh could be his alter ego. Tall, dark and handsome…
3) On the subject of movies, I’m happiest in a movie theater in the back row with no one around me (except my squeeze, of course). I just can’t relax and lose myself in a movie when someone is sitting directly in front of me, or worse yet talking or eating loudly. Why is it that some people treat public places like their living room?
4) And another thing I can’t understand and find positively annoying is when people name their children after cities and states (malls and parks are starting to sound like train stations with parent’s yelling out: Austin, Madison, Orlando, Carson!) Even more pretentious is when they assign last names as first names or change the spelling of their kid’s name. Why would anyone saddle their tykes with spelling their name every single time someone needs to write it down. The worst I’ve seen yet — and this is a double offense — a last name as first name with a goofy spelling: Kenadi. (I want a dollar for every time that one is misspelled — might comes close to recouping the money we spent on infertility treatments).
5) In the “get the straight jacket out” category, long before there was The Truman Show or Ferris Bueller’s Day Off or Reality TV shows, I’ve been convinced at times that I was starring in my own movie. Yep. I’d even imagine the theme music. The first time it happened I was about 19 walking across the University of Michigan campus. It was likely right after I saw The Big Chill. I’m not as crazy as you think. There’s a book called, “Life: The Movie.” It’s an interesting read.
6) I don’t iron. I just don’t. Fortunately, my husband does.
I was going to add the caveat that my next sentence falls in the TMI category, but on second thought it seems positively harmless compared to the details I’ve read on other blogs: I’m off to get my annual mammogram.