So, I'm not sure I've ever been OFFICIALLY tagged in the two plus years of blogging, but here goes...
This tag comes from Shirley, one of my new mates on the design team at TallyScrappers.com.
1-post these rules
2-each person tagged must post 8 random(... hopefully interesting) facts about themselves
3-tags should write a blog post of these facts
4- at the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named
5-go to their blog and leave a comment telling them they're tagged
My ranDoM fActS:
1) DeAtH doesn't scare me...the death of my self, the death of others, the death of pets. Walking on frozen lakes, on the other hand SUPER SCARY! Not because I might die, but because I might not!
2) I would rather live in a 2 bedroom apartment in a "renewal" area of an urban center, with no car and no amenities, than live in a $500,000 "perfect" house in the 'burbs. In fact if I inherited or won a "perfect" house I would immediately sell it, give away most of the money and move back into the 2 bedroom apartment.
3) I despise labels, and all things organized, church, school, ymca, girl scouts, bowling leagues. I know, how crazy is that. The word "meeting" can send me into hysterics. I therefore can only describe what I do on Sunday mornings as hanging out with a small collection of spirit-filled people at various homes and ocassionally agreeing on God related experiences. Without labels, it sounds kinda flaky, huh?
4) I am irreverent. I really care about not hurting people's feelings. OFTEN these two clash, but sometimes they go well together. I stayed in a homeless shelter in San Diego in order to not insult a Kiwi who was on walkabout and invited me there. I tried to leave a donation for the place with my American Express card.
5) I was wicked smart in highschool and hated every moment of it. I did everything wrong, didn't study, didn't listen, didn't show up...still I passed and the teachers liked me. That seems very wrong to me!
6) I owned a racing quarterhorse when I was 13 years old. I raced, I showed, I took lessons from a master to improve my skills. But by the time I was 15 horses weren't my passion anymore. Yep, I'm afraid I turned to boys instead.
7) I have spent three days on an island in the Boundary Waters Wilderness with no food, drink or shelter. I learned how very little one needs to be at peace, to survive and how much inner strength I really had. It was both frightening and exhilarating to learn this.
8) At the age of 43, I have just admitted to myself for the first time that I am a neat freak. I have what I am sure is a diagnosable illness that procludes me from enjoying myself when there is dirt to be cleaned up or mess to be organized. My sis-in-laws (and ALL OF MY FRIENDS) are laughing right now and saying, "No, REALLY!?!?!?" I really didn't think it was that bad, but now I see it.
Okay, Nancy, Lisa, Wes, Scott, Katie, Shana, Kate, and Erin, consider yourself tagged!