Tag! You’re it….

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Happy Monday Bloggy Peeps!

 

Laura tagged me last week for a “7 Things About Me” meme and since I have absolutely nothing interesting to share today, except for some remarks on the pushy local Starbucks baristas, I thought I’d play along (have you noticed your friendly neighborhood baristas pushing the extra shots as if they were high priced crack? –  Would you like an extra shot?, Are you sure?, Positive?, I’ll give it to you on the house! – Fine.  Give me the damn extra shot! It’s like they can’t fathom someone not wanting that bitter, nasty, extra shot!  Sheesh.).  As if you all aren’t sick and tired of reading about my so-called quirky life, here’s a bit more!  Read or not, at your own leisure.

 

How to play along:

1. Link to your tagger and post these “rules” on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
 

 

So, here we go….. 

  1. I pretty much hate bananas (unless they’re used to make cute little wiener dog photos).  This hasn’t always been the case, but probably a good 8 years ago I decided that they were gross and I never wanted to voluntarily eat another one again.  I would consider eating a semi-green one (yes, I do like them chalky and firm; I like me a firm banana!  Hee.) but maybe only if it was the last fruit on earth and I was starving already.  There are so many other yummier things out there.  Why should I waste my time with something mushy and revolting? 
  2. I hate to drive.  I think this is because when I was learning to drive my parents criticized every little thing I did incorrectly (in an effort to help I’m sure) and I ended up not only being fearful of being behind the wheel, but convinced that I was bad at it.  My husband, who teaches driving techniques as a big portion of his job, tells me that I am a great driver but I still get nervous any time I have to drive somewhere especially if it’s an unknown area or a high traffic time of day.  If I ever won the lottery the first person I would hire would be a chauffeur!
  3. I like warm soda.  Actually, I like room temperature water too.  My teeth are extremely sensitive and the cold just kills me.  No ice please unless it’s in my margarita! 
  4. I rarely shave my legs.  O.k.  Before you’re all “Gross!”, I’ll explain.  I have, oh, about 5 hairs on each knee and about 3 on each shin.  And when they grow in they are baby fine.  I’ve probably gone about a month before without shaving and R. Darling has never once noticed.  Lucky me ;)
  5. I am extremely shy.  I think this one probably surprises some of you because I have had one or two of you tell me, when I mentioned it to you, that you would never have guessed.  The version of me that you get on my blog and in my e-mails is the true me, but the true me that is usually only witnessed by those people really close to me.  Big groups of people intimidate me and I am most likely to be the one avoiding everyone by hiding outside or stuffing my face so I don’t have to talk.  I am always afraid that people will think I’m stuck up because I don’t talk much so I try to smile a lot in compensation.  I’m sure that it ends up looking creepy or fake but I don’t know what else to do.  Stupid social anxiety disorder!
  6. I used to collect cow poop for a living.  Yeah, the glamorous life!  When I was right out of grad school I worked at the university for about 3 years for the Field Disease Investigation Unit.  We did a lot of studies on dairies and feedlots tracking E. coli 0157:H7 and Salmonella in feed, water, and feces.  We got a lot of strange looks from the farmhands when we’d drive up in our white government vehicles and out would jump all these 20-something girls in coveralls and boots.  Good times.  Good times.
  7. I cannot have my food touching on my plate.  Everything must be completed separated by a good inch or so of space.  And definitely no hot things touching cold things or gravy touching anything except for turkey and mashed potates and gravy.  Heaven forbid if it should ooze on over to the cranberry sauce.  If that happens, I will not touch it.  They should make those little divide-y plates for grown-ups like they have for the kiddies (with Hello Kitty on them too please).  Seriously.  Ewwww.

Alrighty then.  I’d say that’s enough soul searching for today!  And I’m breaking the rules and not tagging anyone since I’ve already tagged most of you at least once already ;)  Play along if you feel like it! 

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8 thoughts on “Tag! You’re it….

  1. I don’t like bananas either, but I love things that TASTE like bananas. I LOVE to drive; I will happily be your chauffeur!

    My second ex didn’t like food touching on his plate and would get SO pissed at me if it happened. Dude…seriously!

    I’m shy, too, I HATE big crowds!

  2. In addition to warm soda, I also like warm beer when it’s cold outside. I got that from when I visited England – tried it and loved it!

    I don’t shave my legs either – but I’m probably on the gross end, since the hair on my legs is a little thick. Not wolf girl thick or anything, and I do shave them every couple of weeks. LOL I know that when I’m at work I get grungy from running around so much and get who knows what on me on any given night, so shaving my legs – not a huge concern.

    And big crowds … yeah – not so hot. I turn into Jenene Garafalo and start muttering bitter potshots at people. It’s not that I’m not a nice person – it’s just that I tend to notice the mass stupidity in crowds. LOL

    Have a great week! Loved the post.

  3. I like my soda warm and hate when anyone puts ice in it for me……

    I wish I could go w/o shaving…..not enough Indian blood I guess. It could be scary to most people….

    Munchkin hates her food to touch, so we found her an antique divided (grill) plate that matches our regular dishes and now she’s happy.

    I for one and glad that you are not shy on the blog! I love reading your entries and they inspire me as well!

  4. I don’t like to drive either!!! You and I have the same lotto wish! :)

    I grown up in semi-tropical weather so we had tons of banana, mangos, passion frutis, star fruits, grava, and lots of other exotic frunt I don’t see here and don’t know how to say what they are :( For awhile I stopped eating banana, but now I’m back eating it.

  5. I’m with you on the bananas. I used to request for my mom to make banana pudding- hold the bananas. hehehehe. I can’t believe you’re a no foodie touchy person! You know it touches in your tummy, right? ;)

  6. Hmm… I think or I need to go to you or you come down here, so that I can make you the best bananabread ever! I think that’s the best way of eating those and Peter (who hates bananas as much as you do) agrees willingly! I had to laugh when I read that your food can’t touch, so funny! I will try to remeber that if ever you come to visit us ;)

  7. No bananas for you! One day my high school history teacher brought bananas for each of his students to illustrate some point that still escapes me. I was a little surprised that each student happily ate one. I will have to rethink what I learned in school…all this time I believed everyone liked bananas! ;)

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