Tagged!

Groan! Someone just tagged me on their blog and I'm supposed to write 8 random habits/facts about myself, and then tag 8 more people to do the same. I won't say who, because she is very private about who knows/has access to her blog.

But I have a confession... I don't read a lot of blogs... so I'm not sure I can come up with that many! And to think of 8 people who read MY blog to KNOW that they're tagged... uff, it's a stab in the dark.

So. Lemme think. Uh. I must have some random facts or habits around here somewhere...

1. I must, repeat must fall asleep with my right arm thrown over my eyes. Really bad for my eyes, and I've tried to break the habit, but alas, I've been doing it too long. And while my right arm is slung over my face, my left hand rests on my tummy and my feet are crossed at the ankles.

2. I'm much more shy and reserved in person than you might think by reading this blog. I can rarely think of anything to say in person... and social gatherings tend to stress me out. Much rather write than speak.

3. Oh, here's one. I have hazel/green eyes, but alllll growing up my mom always bought me blue pajamas "to match my eyes." It drove me batty. She had blue eyes, and several of my siblings do, but mine aren't. But she swore they were. So, in college, I bought myself a set of GREEN jammies. And threw away my blue. !. (I was such a rebel, lemmetellyawhat!)

4. I'm the youngest of 7. Well, actually 9. Two brothers died as infants. I was the "whoops" baby of the family - Mom and Dad were "done" having kids for 14 years when I strolled along. So, really, I was an only child with a bunch of siblings that were up and out by the time I could remember much. I guess that's why I've always wanted a big family. I missed a lot, and was frankly rather lonely... (though all my sibs think I lucked out instead.) (The grass is always greener, isn't it?)

5. I don't really like "Stuff." I don't have any fancy collection of teapots or ceramic birdies, or whatever. (Do you know you have to DUST that stuff?!) The things I have that don't "do" anything but are just for show are few and far between in my house. Just a few keepsakes - precious few, and boy, they'd better be Pre-Cious. Pictures on the other hand, aren't "stuff." They're treasures. "Stuff" just has too much of a tendency to take over my life and swallow my house. So, I'm extra careful on what I bring into the house. Not having a basement in anyplace we've ever lived has really been a valuable lesson for me. I can't "hoard" stuff because there isn't room, so I only keep things that are meaningful (VERY meaningful!), or useful.

6. I hated, was freaked out by, and refused to learn for the longest time, anything about computers. I figured I'd poof them if I touched them. Avoided them like the plague. Then I married John Fisher, Computer Geek Extraordinaire. Fought it for a year or two, and then he plunked me down in front of ours and made me learn on my own. Grrr. And I was hooked in no time. And he had to buy me my own. :O)

7. I'd love a garden. Veggie garden. I'd love to have a root cellar full of canned goods (not tin cans, I'm talkin' the glass quart jars Grandma always had...), and fruit trees galore. And a strawberry patch. And maybe a couple chickens in the yard. Or more than a couple. (For the freezer). ;O)

8. And last but not least.... I have a perfect record in Skeet Shooting. I was dragged out with a shotgun once and told to smash a clay pidgeon. There was a big group of us and I was mortified. (See Number 2). But, being a good sport, I followed the directions and did what they said. And I smashed that clay pidgeon in a million pieces. Best shot of anyone there. And after my turn, I handed back the gun and declared that I'd never do it again - didn't want to mess up my perfect record! lol!


Whew, glad that was over with. How stressful! ;O)

I tag Ruth, Missy, Kate (though I KNOW you're swamped, so don't worry about it!), Jodi, Julie... and isn't that sad, but those are the only blogs that I read and have a feeling I'm being "read" in return... I don't get out much, I'm tellin' ya.... (or else not enough of ya tell me that you're out there reading...!)