Newly-rebirthed blogger, former Illinoisan and current Georgia peach Lisa of That's Why snuck up on me while I was busy obsessing about naked people and hit me with a tag. Here's the dealio:
1. Link to the person who tagged you. Done right here.
2. Post the rules on your blog. Well, here they are.
3. Write six random things about yourself. Stick around, I'll get to that.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. Hmmmm.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up. Okie dokie.
1- I like to sidle up to family members and quietly hum irritating pop tunes or TV theme songs while they're busy doing something else, so that later on in the day they can't shake some hit by the Carpenters or the theme from I Dream of Jeanie from their head, and they don't know why.
2- I got in trouble in 1st grade for bringing a Playboy centerfold to school (circa 1968) because I thought the lady in the picture was really pretty.
3- My parents were called again later in 1st grade and asked to get me to stop telling stories about ghosts and monsters to my classmates, because I was scaring them.
4-I am almost totally indifferent to what kind of car I drive, and have in the past 17 years driven a monkey shit brown 1980 Mercury Monarch, a white 1990 Ford Festiva (I don't like white cars), and a badly rusted out 1995 Plymouth Voyager minivan. Now I drive a thoroughly functional but nondescript 2007 Hyundai Elantra, the nicest car I've ever owned.
5- I hate heights if I feel exposed. I'm great on observation decks, tall buildings and scenic overlooks, but I get nearly paralyzed if I'm on a ladder more than 15 or 20 feet off the ground. I have no idea how I did all the stuff I did during Army basic training. When I go to Great America I go on all the roller coasters, even though it genuinely terrifies me to the point I can barely open my eyes during the ride.
6-I used to make my own beer back in the early 90's, and I plan on starting up again in the next month or two.
Now this next part is tough: the tagging. I lose track of which bloggers hate being tagged, and which ones embrace it. I'm used to barging in and being an inconvenience to people in my job, so I try and minimize it here. Plus a bunch of people I might have tagged have already responded. Oh well. Let's try:
The eldest (who turns 20 today and is no longer a teenager!)
The unofficial mayor of Chicago, Johnny Yen