Random Facts

I've been tagged by Laurie Anne at All Over the Bored. I didn't even know she existed until she dropped a comment a few days ago here on my blog. I sure wish other lurkers would drop the occasional comment, though maybe not to tag me with some dreaded meme. ;-)

Anyway, here are the rules:

1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Well, this will be a challenge. Is there anything I haven’t already shared here on this blog? I mean really, coming up with eight things is going to be virtually impossible. However, I’ll give it a try.


Eight random facts about me

1. I attended junior high and/or high school with two major league baseball players and one LPGA golfer.
2. Most of the furniture (particularly the expensive nice stuff) in my house has been inherited from W’s relatives so when we split I guess I lose most of my furniture.
3. I break out into an awful “poison ivy” type rash anytime I come into contact with neomycin (active ingredient in Neosporin). Neosporin is W’s favorite ointment to put on cuts and scrapes, naturally. I have banned Neosporin from our house.
4. I hate wearing shoes, believing that if God had meant for us to wear shoes He would have provided the talent to someone to make shoes that are comfortable. I often take my shoes off while sitting at my desk at work or sitting in church or at dinner in a restaurant, just about anytime I think I can get away with it.
5. Just so you know I was the one that had the peanut butter jar and knife hidden in my room, but the more my mom made a big deal out of them being missing the more scared I was to come clean about it. That’s why the knife mysteriously reappeared in the kitchen one day and the jar of peanut butter was thrown away, buried in the bottom of the trash can, so that I wouldn’t be discovered. I never have confessed that to anybody for almost 30 years until now.
6. The worst part to me about attending a new church is trying to figure out the proper protocol there for communion. For this reason, I often don’t take communion until I have attended a church for several months even if they practice an open invitation to communion so that I can watch and learn and study and learn and try to avoid looking like a complete fool by “doing it wrong.”
7. My favorite sandwich when I was a kid consisted of white bread, bologna, potato chips, ketchup and sometimes, but not always, American cheese.
8. When I was young I learned very well how easy it is to get out of things through lying. I became a world class liar and continue to be so today. This blog is the one place where I really speak the honest truth, at least as honest as I allow myself to be with myself.

Well now, how's that for an eclectic list of randomocity, randominity, randomorousness, randomice, randomness, random facts?

And as to tagging eight more victims readers to do likewise, forget it. It's hard work. Don't do it! Don't even try to steal borrow this meme. Just let it die a slow, withering death.