Hill Country gal has tagged me!
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.
6 weird things about me? Only 6?
#1 The Little Engine That Can't
I can't swim... or ride a bike. Can't surf, can't water ski or snow ski or snowboard, can't ice skate, and can't roller skate in a buffalo herd. It has to do with some phobia that doesn't seem to have a name. Not all phobias have names, or at least not names published on the interweb.
#2 These Are The Things I Can Live Without
I have absolutely no desire to go white-water rafting, kayaking, skydiving, bungee-jumping or rock climbing. I have gotten very safety-conscious in my middle-age, and beside, see #1 - can't swim... and those phobia things again.
#3 Can't Buy Me Love
I hate being given expensive gifts, and/or romantic gifts. Roses (any cut flowers, really), "precious" stones like diamonds have no value to me. If a man gives me a gift like this, I think he must feel guilty about something he's done. It will not have the desired effect on me. I don't mind little heartfelt gifts as long as they are cheap. Funky, funny, unusual jewelry is much better appreciated, or a living plant for the yard. And puh-lease no lingerie (until I lose 10 pounds). Socks are preferred.
#4 Sunday Funnies
I am a church-going atheist. The church is Unitarian Universalist and is creedless. I love the regular minister they have there, although he is taking a sabbatical right now to write a book or something. Wise man. I would never voluntarily go to a christian church or any other organized meeting where people tell you what you should believe (unless it was for a funeral or wedding or something).
#5 Might As Well Face It
I'm addicted to the internet. Is that so bad? Is it even weird anymore?
#6 Eye of the Beholder
Those are my feet in the picture. I wore those socks and shoes. On the street. In public. In a place of business. I have another pair with penguins on them. Saving those for the screening of Happy Feet at the IMAX. I buy my shirts in the children's section of Goodwill. I manage to squeeze my girth into a child's size L or XL, and their shirts have graphics that are much more fun than the boring old adult stuff. I get the rest of my shirts off of bands' merch tables or websites. Tell me again why I have to grow up?
Here's a year old post with 100 things about me, including some just mentioned. Sometimes I just freak myself out. Oh well... easily amused, I suppose. I'm not scary. Honest!
I am tagging these folks:
EDIT: ooops! I only tagged 5 people! I broke the rules, then. [snicker... ducking and running] Sorry about that! RobertG, I would tag you but I didn't know if you wanted to reactivate your blog.