Tag! I'm it!


Thanks to my friend Lydia, I have been tagged and instructed to list 6 non-important things, quirks, habits about myself. I'll do my best to fulfill my duties:


1. Despite my age of 42, I still possess one baby tooth in my mouth. I think it's fate's way of allowing me to hold on to a part of my childhood....permitting me to be child-like from time to time.

2. I've been celibate for what is going on 3 years. (close your mouth...you'll let the flies in).

3. In 2006, I played a set of enchanted draperies in our local community theatre's production of Beauty and the Beast. With a 5 foot curtain rod attached to my shoulders, I had to maneuver down the theater aisle and on stage.

4. I can't sleep with anything on my feet.

5. I refer to PMS as "my bio-rhythms are a bit off" as not to appear politically incorrect at work.

6. If I could choose a career (what I do now is a job), I would be a writer or a back up singer.


Who shall I pick on? I'll tell you what, I'm often inclined to not play by the rules. So, if you're reading this, feel free to leave me a comment listing 6 things you want to share about yourself. Add a link to your blog/website.


The Rules:
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 at least three people at the end of your post and link to their blogs.
5) Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6) Let the fun begin

Comments

  1. JulieJanuary 23, 2008 at 8:53 PM

    I went 18 months and then got the first big g-spot "O" of my life. Miracles can happen!

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  2. janey jayJanuary 23, 2008 at 10:11 PM

    I did this exercise a little while ago, thanks to another friend tagging me, but here's something to add to it.

    My idea of camping and/or roughing it: No room service. Yes, I am more than a bit of a diva when it comes to these sorts of things. Why do you ask?

    And Miss Riss, my mom (age almost-but-not-quite 70) still has a couple of her baby teeth as well. She's very in touch with her inner child. ;-)

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 24, 2008 at 4:37 AM

    Thanks for playing along! I'm loving your blog more and more every day... and wow... your Ol Blue Eyes was heartwrenching. Worse still, I think 99% of women can commiserate... been there...had one of those. I know I shuddered in a knee-jerk reaction. Or was that a "Big" jerk reaction?

    PS. Tis not "fly-season". :)

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  4. MarissaJanuary 24, 2008 at 6:53 AM

    Oh so glad it's not 'fly season.' Most people can't get over that one.
    Just yesterday I sent emails through my Relay for Life--American Cancer Society soliciting donations for my participation. I truly thought I had edited my imported yahoo address list. Guess who got an email and offered to donate $500. if I run the relay braless and allow him to video tape (he's joking of course)? Yepper! Old Blue Eyes. If this happened three years ago I would be crying. Now I just laugh and roll my eyes.

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