Tag!

Rachel of Average Jane Crafter tagged me last week. So now it's time to rack my brain, and reveal 7 random things about random me. Oh, and yes, I will be tagging 7 more peeps.

Please forgive the uninteresting tidbits. It's harder than you think.

Here we go:
My feet are as flat as pancakes. It's true. I have "duck feet." At times this physical trait has made me feel like a sideshow freak, and at times it's made me feel cool, because I can do "stupid human tricks" with my feet, like turning my foot at a 90 degree angle. But mostly it's a pain, literally.

I always have to sleep with a "cover." It could be 105 degrees in my room, but I won't be able to sleep unless I have at least a sheet covering me. This tends to get on my husband's nerves, as he is hot natured, and I am cold.

I have never seen the ocean. Growing up in middle America, "ocean side view" just wasn't a part of my vocabulary. I've been to the Gulf of Mexico, but I don't consider that seeing the ocean. That's just seeing an ocean basin. It's on my "list" to see the ocean and walk on a real beach.

I've been on an airplane once. This was a very short jaunt from Oklahoma City to Houston when I was about 11 years old. Who knows? Maybe if I'm ever on an airplane again, I'll be flying some place where I can see the ocean.

I was homeschooled. Yep, 8th grade was my last year of public schooling. That's what happened when my parents said I was a "problem child." It was either homeschool or a private Christian girl's home. I think I chose the lesser of two evils. Although, the homeschool was pretty horrible. One of the "courses" was Home-Ec, (ironic?) and it actually told you how to brush your hair and make egg custard. Lame and gross. These are the things that give homeschool a bad name.

I am terrified of mice. Absolutely terrified. It's an extreme phobia called musophobia. I really hope no one uses this information to terrorize me some day. But John is a really good mouse hunter, and always catches the little guys (or girls) within a day, using a humane trap of course! Then he puts the trap in a box, and walks it down to a park or another open space far from our house and sets it free. Then I can finally sigh a breath of relief.

I can do a spot on imitation of Fire Marshall Bill. Scary, I know. And no, you will never be able to see it. (At least not without a 3 margarita minimum.)

So there you have it. 7 random (and totally useless) tidbits about me. I hope this doesn't change your opinion of me. But now it's time to pass the torture on to 7 other peeps.

• Claudia
  
• Floresita
• Jen
• Jessie
  
• Knitterista
• Laura
• Susan