OK, I have gotten tagged twice (compliments of Jennifer and Amanda) in two weeks for this meme, so it’s about time that I get around to posting it!
Six Random Things About Me Mini-Blogs:
When I finally convinced my parents to let me get my hair cut for the first time (at 8 or 9 years old!!!), Dad agreed under one condition: That I promised not to date until I was 35 years old. I remember very clearly thinking “I’ll agree to that. He’ll never remember!!”.
Sure enough, when I got brave enough to remind him of our agreement (I made sure I was married first), he laughed but didn’t remember.
Moral: You’re younger than your parents. Chances are, you will remember things better than them, so be sure to use it to your advantage of it!! ;)
I know that I’m never going to be an awesome photographer, and I’m okay with that – I am just aiming to be the most THOROUGH photographer ever. They may not be great, but I’ll have a picture of everything!!!
I had the same cat from the time I was 3 years old until after I got married (although she stayed at my parents – not wise moving an old cat). As I mentioned before, I tend to pick at people when I’m bored. Apparently I also picked at my cat (mildly) as a child, or maybe she just didn’t like me dressing her up in my doll clothes and pushing her around in my baby stroller. At any rate, she put up with it, until nighttime came. I would be drifting off to sleep, seconds away from full snoozing, and she would run up, attack my legs, and run off.
I think her psychiatrist taught her that strategy to control her anger-management issues.
I am unhealthily unafraid of tornadoes (I say as the tornado siren goes off). I have tracked this back to my childhood and determined that this is my Mother’s fault, as she tells the story that she and I sat on the porch and watched a tornado come through our neighborhood when I was THREE YEARS OLD. This storm even knocked down a tree which put a hole in our roof.
But where were we? On the porch!!
Later in life I repeated this craziness, although a little safer, by watching a tornado come through Cahaba Heights from the double glass front doors at work.
I do not allow myself to drink caffeine after about 4pm to prevent it from keeping me awake (believe me, it will!).
This really stinks, but at home I am able drink Caffeine Free Coke or Tea. I really hate water. But out and about, caffeine free options are quite sparse. Usually the only caffeine free option is Sprite, which I think is ridiculous. I hate Sprite, as it tastes like Alka-Seltzer cold medicine, but often I would drink it if it was my only choice. However, recently, I have resorted to actually drinking WATER with dinner because Sprite is so awful.
WHY don’t they have Caffeine Free Cokes on fountain?!? You can’t even buy them at a gas station!!! I can’t be the only person in the world with consumer need just waiting to be met.
I have an odd fear of tagging people in things like this meme and/or sending chain letters, recipe chains, etc. because I am afraid to annoy people (even though I’m not annoyed by the chains). BUT I also don’t like not responding when tagged/mailed, again, for fear of hurting the originator’s feelings or making them feel like they annoyed me (which as I said, does not happen). So I will usually do my part without continuing the chain.
For instance: once, my Grandmother sent me the most random chain letter I’ve ever gotten – a DISH TOWEL chain letter. You were supposed to send a dish towel to one person, and then send the letter to six more people, and you would end up with like 36 dish towels or something. Handy, huh? Who doesn’t need 36 dish towels?
Well, because I didn’t want to disappoint my Grandmother but I also didn’t want to send it to my friends, I sent her 6 dishtowels in 6 different (unmarked) envelopes representing the 6 people that I didn’t send her letter to, along with sending my required one dishtowel to the person in line before her. I don’t know if my Grandmother ever realized that she got six dishtowels from me. . .
So obviously, due to #6, I will not be tagging people on this meme like I was supposed to do. Jennifer and Amanda, please find it in your heart to forgive me and chalk my non-continuing up to a quirk. And if I need to mail you some dish towels in unmarked envelopes to make it all better, let me know.
I like your min blog. :) :) I agree with you though about not wanting to annoy people with chain letters. I can’t bring myself to do it either. :)
I have the same issues with chain letters and emails. I don’t want to hurt the sender’s feelings, but I definitely will not forward them (because I actually do get a little annoyed by them myself and don’t want to inflict that on others). So usually I’ll just respond to the sender and let that be that.
I forgive, I forgive!! :)
I can’t have caffeine at all and I run into the same problem. I don’t like Sprite and it drives me crazy that I can never find caffeine free coke ANYWHERE while I’m out.
I am also unafraid of tornadoes! It really annoys me when they interrupt my shows for hours to show the same thing over and over. I guess I’ve lived in AL too long:)
I too, have little fear of tornadoes. I used to go and sit on the porch, hoping to see a funnel cloud when the sirens would go off. However, yesterday while my child was in school and I was a whole city away, and the sirens were going off, I was uneasy, to say the least.
And I totally agree with the not moving an old cat. We tried to move Preston’s cat with us when we moved, but it kept (ahem) “marking” the middle of our bed. Not romantic – especially for newlyweds. So the cat went back to his dad’s house.