I’ve been tagged

By Babychaos a.k.a. BC.

I’m going to put my “tagged” list up here for those on the list who may be just stopping by for a quick glance and who don’t feel like wading through all of my 8. The following bloggers can consider themselves tagged :

Heidi (or the blogger du jour), JulieBaby, Kathy of the HavinsNest, Kathleen, Kelsey, Karen Joy, Donna C and Carolyn.

I know you’re busy so no big deal if you can’t play along.

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RULES

• Post the rules first.
• If you are tagged you have to tell your faithful blogging public 8 random facts about yourself in a post on your blog. It can be habits, an idea, facts or just um… stuff.
• At the end of your post, choose eight other bloggers you’d like to know something about and tag them.
• Leave a comment telling them you’ve tagged them and that they will need to read your post on your blog.

1. I still don’t know who shot J.R. I just now learned who shot J.R.   This tells me who it is by name without needing to have followed the story. I loved the Dallas theme. I once heard it played by a real live orchestra.

2. During my childhood, my best friend was 3 years younger than me.  When we were little, we’d pretend we were a couple of German girls traveling the world.  We had German names.  Mine was Heidi.

3. The theory of evolution caused me to question my Christian faith for about 10 years. If the Bible doesn’t say what it means when it seems to be written plainly, at which point can it be taken at its word? Is sin really sin? Did Jesus really exist? Are heaven and hell real? Is the Bible just some bunch of stuff thrown together by mere mortals? (NO!)

4. I am in the process of officially naming Heidi. I have no idea whether she had an official name or not when we got her and the breeder never told us. Even if she had an official name, the organization she’s registered with allows changes. Noah is registered with a different organization and we weren’t allowed to change his. Heidi’s sire’s first name and Noah’s “real” first name are the same. It’s a noble name, just not a dog name.

5. I am was a closet Xbox junky. Recovering actually. Battlefront and Battlefront II are my games.

6. I had a cat named Heidi as a kid. She was antisocial and not a good indoor pet. She got her name because she hid a lot. Hissing, Hiding Heidi. How terribly clever.  :rolleyes:  We pronounce the ei in Heidi the way we pronounce the ei in height, not like the i in high. I guess it might sound like Huydi.

7. When I was about 3, I had this cool riding toy. One time when my cousins were visiting, we were playing with my riding toy near a flight of stairs. I was aware of the dangers of playing around the stairs but I thought my riding toy was able to handle such things. I “drove” over to the top of the stairway and said to my cousin *Bluto, “Bluto, push me.”

You have to understand that Bluto is 2 or 3 years older than I am, so he was 5 or 6 and he should have known better. I never gave that a thought until much later, though. I didn’t blame him at the time and still don’t, though he could’ve killed me.

You can probably imagine my surprise when my descent proved to be less than fun and enjoyable. I was sure I was injured but I was never going to admit it. If I had, they would’ve surely rushed me to the emergency room where I would’ve most likely had to have my throat scraped with popsicle sticks …

8. I have always had an aversion to throat cultures. Doesn’t everyone? Almost every single time I went to the doctor as a kid, I either got shots or throat cultures. I HATED going to the doctor. Being gagged, whether by popsicle stick or extra long Q-Tip, just to prove I have strep throat when I have already told them that – they just chose to ignore me – is not my idea of a good use of my time or money. It used to be quite the traumatic experience for me and the medical professional(s) involved but I am a better patient about it now. For some reason, they don’t believe me when I tell them it isn’t a strep type sore throat. I’ve had my throat cultured 5 or 6 times in the last 18 years and each time I have told them that I do not have strep. (Those were never positive.) Prior to that, I’d get it at least once a year. I haven’t forgotten that awful strep sore throat that would qualify as a toning and conditioning exercise every time I’d have to swallow. Man that was awful!

That reminds me that I need to make some Jell-O.

There are my 8 and I’m sticking to ‘em!

Have a great day!