Entries (RSS) So I didn’t officially get tagged for this meme, but everyone else was doing it, so I felt like I should too. Well, and I actually had several more small post ideas that I wasn’t quite sure how to turn into a post, so I figured this would be a good way to address those without feeling like I was slacking. Yes, this is a hint that it’s gonna be a long one. 
The rules are:
1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share seven random or weird things about yourself.
3. Tag seven random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1. My food can’t touch one another on the plate. Each item gets it’s own little section of the plate and they cannot merge. If, as I’m eating, the food starts falling into one another I have to push them back to their own confines. This is made even more difficult by the fact that my kitchen table leans. We’ve adjusted the feet multiple times but can’t seem to get it level. I wonder if the tabletop is slightly bowed. Whatever the reason, I have to be very careful how I arrange my plate, especially if we have a meat that is dripping juice or vegetables in cheese sauce or dripping butter, so that everything doesn’t end up running together. I had mentioned something along these lines to Dave who laughed at how well this speaks to my obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
2. I can’t stand any scrap of fat on food. This is why I don’t eat prime rib, though everyone says it’s wonderful. It’s way too much work to pick all the fat off of it. Mr. B laughs at me as I’m scraping every last inch of fat off of a pork chop, steak, etc. then grosses me out as he shoves a huge piece of meat and fat into his mouth. Eww!
3. I’ve hit my head quite hard on multiple occasions. (No, this doesn’t, in fact, explain a lot, whatever you may be thinking.) I’m not going to go into all the details or we’ll be here all night. If you want more details, I’ll be happy to explain in more detail some other time. Basically, playing line soccer in 6th grade, I tripped at a full run and smacked my head into the floor. I also played on a fall soccer league at that time. I had a soccer ball kicked straight at my face from a close enough range that I didn’t have time to react before it hit me and knocked me over, not just once, but twice in the same game. Both hit me in exactly the same place, right at my eye, so I had a nice bruise. Then, in high school, while attending an all-night skate, a friend and I apparently locked wheels, and I fell headfirst into the floor. I say apparently because I don’t remember it, but that’s what she says happened. All I know is that one minute we were skating around and talking, and the next I was picking myself up off the floor with no idea what happened in between.
4. I have a tattoo on my lower right back. Ok, so I know this isn’t exactly news, though quite a few people were apparently surprised that I had one. But here’s a tidbit you maybe didn’t know. My tattoo is actually of a drawing of a dancing rose done by one of my ex-boyfriends. It’s not the stereotypical story, though. We’re still friends, and I got it a year or so after we broke up.
5. I can’t stand to have anything between my toes. Flip flops, those socks that fit around each toe like gloves, toe rings, and so on all just irritate me to no end. But, it doesn’t stop there. Just getting a thread caught between my toes makes me tense up. I just can’t stand the feeling. I tried a pedicure once and I couldn’t let her put the little foam separator between my toes. She tried using tissue since that wouldn’t be as thick, but any hope of relaxation was still out the window, even though I was sitting in a massaging chair.
6. I’m not a good collector. I have lots of the beginnings of a collection, but nothing that was really followed through to the end. I have a ton of mismatched Tweety, fairy, turtles, stuffed animals, etc. Lately, I think part of the problem is I’ve never collected any of the good souvenir items, so when I want to get a souvenir from a trip, I’m left to pick something that doesn’t match anything else cause they don’t have anything for my current collections. It’s not like Mr. B’s collection of shot glasses that you can find a wide variety of in any souvenir shop.
7. I played the flute in junior high and early high school. At the end of freshman year the band director ticked me off by calling my mom at work to say we should have scheduled the trip for my grandfather’s birthday around the concert band sectionals cause he was upset that one of his 20 flute players, not even one of the top chairs, was going to miss the contest. So I stuck around for sophomore year and the band trip to Toronto at the end of the year, and then I quit.
Now is where the tags should be, but since I wasn’t officially tagged and couldn’t link who tagged me to follow Rule #1, I’m throwing out Rules #3 and #4. If you find this and want to do it, feel free to leave a comment and I’ll check it out. If you’re just looking for some additional reading, check out Debra’s, Dave’s or Josh’s versions of this meme.
