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Seven Until Me?

Well I'm impressed.  It's November 20th and this is the first meme I've seen tossed into the diabetes blogs for NaBloPoMo.  Well done, everyone!  We made it 20 days without a meme!

I've been tagged by a few of you guys (like Chrissie and Landileigh and my girl Nicole) so here are my Seven Facts.

1.  I was able to spell when I was 18 months old.  I thought this was a lie until my mother recounted the tale of me, at a parade, all of 18 months and peeking over her shoulder, spelling out the words on the signs behind her.  Granted, this fact is also accompanied by the fact that I cannot perform simple math tasks.  Thank God for the bolus wizard.

2.  When I was a small child, I performed a compulsive act that was called woofer-sniffing (or at least called that by my mother).  (Yes, Mom, I am admitting this online.)  I would cover my mouth with my hands and then stroke my hands down my throat twice.  Bizarre.  I have no idea why I did it.  I did this for about two straight years at the most random moments (but usually as we stood in line after lunch in 3rd grade).  I've since stopped.  It's all fun and games until you realize you are actually OCD. 

3.  I want to drive a race car.  I love the feel of a fast car and a heavy, strong engine.  I want to get behind the wheel of one of those mean machines, slide on a helmet, and sit with all that black netting while I roar around the race track at 160 mph.  (Should I mention I've had several speeding tickets?)

4.  Ever-presenting myself as the non-traditional, independent woman, I have to admit that "flowers for no reason" absolutely make my day.  Not for my birthday, not for Valentine's Day, and not to mark an anniversary, but the ones that show up for no reason at all.  Once I had a bouquet of yellow tulips delivered to my office, several years ago.  And I still remember the way they smelled.

5.  I respect originality.  Each person has a distinct personality and something to offer to the world, and people who truly cultivate their own, unique voice impress me to no end.  People who parrot do not impress me.  (And I value loyalty, honesty, and a wicked sense of humor just as much, just as a matter of FYI.)

6.  Oooh!  I love the sound of the Trouble Pop-O-Matic bubble.  Pop-pop!  It's a sound from my childhood, playing this game with my brother, sister, and the baby-sitter.  Pop-pop!

7.  I always wanted to be a writer.  I wrote my first poem when I was five years old and it Stardate:  ... erm, I hate Star Trek.was about the fat, black-and-white cat that did nothing but sleep underneath our dining room table.  I also have kept a hard-bound journal since I was seven years old and am currently on the 15th volume.  Something about ink on paper makes my heart quicken. 

Here are the rules o' the game for you - minus the fifth one which I forget because I copied this from Nicole's site and she opted out on the 5th:

Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
Post these rules on your blog.
List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
Tag seven random people at the end of your post.

I'm not sure I know who's been tagged or not, so I'm reaching out to grab John, Melissa, Monica, Carey, Paige, and Ms. Julia.  Only six, but that's how I roll.  If you want the spare tag, grab it!  It's all yours! 


Thanks. I've gotten taggy already. Woofer-sniffing, eh? Never heard of that. Glad to hear you kicked the habit.

You fail to mention referring to McDonald's French Fries as Pee-Pies. We'd drive past McDonalds and hear the piping squeak "PEE PIES, PEE PIES"

I like this post. I was the same way with the spelling and the early poetry. I wrote lots of poems at age seven about things like "the old oak tree" and "the lone gate post." Obviously, I was brilliant.

Thanks for the tag, Kerri.

I can totally picture you driving a racecar!

Ooh, a tag! Gotta get on this...

I love the woofer-sniffer, by the way.

# 6. brings back memories! That is a unique sound, huh?

Clearly you were meant to write.

Your brave too. Not for the race car, but for keeping journals. I'd hate for someone to find and read them. Especially from years past, who knows what silly things were going through my mind back then.

i remember hearing the pee pies hehe.... and dont forget we still need to go to NEW PANGA!!!!!

Woofer sniffing? Dood, you're so strange. But in a good way.

I've been tagged for this once, by Nicole, but have I done it yet? No, I have not. Will I? I have no idea....

Aw...seven comments published before mine? coincidence? i think NOT! :)

I always wanted to be a writer and a teacher. I too have always kept a journal until my sister read them and humiliated me which is why i stopped and why i started blogging, in part, as way to journal my thoughts but keep it open so no one could beat me to the punch.

:) woofer sniffing? too funny. :)

I LOVE Mickey D's pee pies.

I want to get you to woofer-sniff for me the next time I see you, but if it's at the risk of triggering OCD, it may not be worth it....

But then again....I think it may be sooo worth it ;)

Happy Thanksgiving!

got to ask about #4. my hubby was a big flowers for no reason guy. That is until I told him to stop because I got sick of cleaning up after the cats attacked them. Don't your cats eat (and subsequently) puke up the flowers? gag

Great list Kerri!

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