"Tag! You’re It!" "What? I wasn’t playing!"
I was randomly tagged by Nancy to post seven of my oddities. Since being tagged I’ve been lazily rolling the idea around my brain. You know, through the maze of belly-button lint I’ve got stored up there. I think there’s still a few neurons and dendrites left.
I’ve never been “tagged” online before. My initial reaction was the same as when a telemarketer calls my house when I’m in the middle of cooking dinner or I just sat down for the first time in 57 hours. Tagging on a blog is like sending a chain letter, only without the warnings that should I fail in my task to pass it on my nose will fall off, my hair will spontaneously catch fire, warts the size of Cleveland will pop up all over my body, and I will never ever be loved by anyone. Ever.
By the way. No offense Nancy. I know you were just doing your bloggily duty. And because I realize that, I’ll play. For a minute. Grudgingly.
- I didn’t like the game of “tag” when I was a kid. I couldn’t stand the anxiety. That and other kids touching me. Who knows where their hands had been!
- I did love playing Hide-N-Seek. I always won. No finding = no touching.
- I like stale Peeps. In fact I don’t like fresh Peeps at all, but I love stale ones. Makes it more of a challenge to bite their heads off.
- Even though I blog, I don’t enjoy revealing private things about myself to the public. There’s a distinct difference between writing and listing. The first reveals something about the author. The author is providing a window into their mind. Yet one can never be entirely sure what they are seeing. Listing is like standing on your front lawn and revealing random body parts, up close, for passersby. There’s not a lot of doubt that, “Yep, that’s a kneecap alright.” “I think the technical name is Patella dear.”
- I once had an injury to my middle finger that made it stick up for months. No. I’m not joking. It’s a good thing it looked a little purplish and gnarled. (See? Body parts.)
- I diligently avoid wearing pink.
- If I could pick my gender when I’m 70 I would choose to be a man so I could have a mustache to stroke and a pipe to smoke as I think.
Here are the rules:
1- Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2- Share 7 random and or weird things about yourself.
3- Tag 7 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.
I won’t be tagging anyone, but feel free to pick this up voluntarily.
**Image from Elliott Avedon Museum and Archive of Games, University of Waterloo website.
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