Monday, August 4, 2008

I've been Tagged...

Tag! I'm It!

Tami from Neurotically Yours tagged me because she thought I would do this. Well I cannot let her down so here goes.


* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.

* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.

* Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

I am doing this but I am not tagging anyone. If you want to do this then please feel free to and let me know you did it so I can enjoy reading the facts you list about yourself.

1. I hate feet!!! I know we need them and I am thankful I have mine. The thought of someone even brushing a part of their foot upon me sends me into a frenzy. Although at this time I can handle Peepers feet. Give it a few more years and that will not be the case. Once you hit the age of about 8 yrs. just keep your feet away from me!!!

2. I hate to fold laundry. We have a love seat we cannot sit on because it is full of clean clothes. Thank goodness we have another couch. I keep up on it until
Cookie
someone else wants the dryer and throws the clothes on the couch causing a snowball effect. The girls have to fold their own laundry I am going to have to buy stock in Downey Wrinkle spray.

3. In all reality I am a quite person. I usually take a back seat to listen and observe people. But...just add alcohol and that all changes.

4. I hated the Keeper when we first met. Actually I didn't hate her because I didn't know her but I was quite the BITCH. She was dating my neighbor and friend and I was doing everything I could to piss her off. We somehow became good friends. In the divorces sides were taken and apparently he doesn't care for me anymore because of the side I chose to take. Oh well, she is now one of my best friends and so worth the loss of him. And our stories make good material.

5. I have a fear of heights and spiders. Enough said about this!!

6. I don't like it when people show up unexpectedly. No, I am not talking about you and the Rock!!

7. We have a bat that lives in our garage and it loves to toy with me. Since we do not smoke in the house it is either outside or in the garage. This damn thing will wait until I am seated and in the process of throwing some idea around in my head, when he pops out of nowhere to bestow me with his presence. Now I am not a fast mover but when he shows up I move at lighting speed.

8 comments:

Caution Flag said...

I HATEHATEHATE putting clean laundry away. I can gather it, wash it, fold it, but right now we have an entire mountain range of clean clothes taking over our house. Evidently everyone else here shares my inability to put the laundry away.

Big Hair Envy said...

I thought you and Keeper were sisters! My bad!

Our cat killed a bat Sunday night and left it near the porch. Go figure! Do you want to borrow her?

Pleasing Procrasinator said...

BHE, could I borrow her. I promise to return her.maybe.if I don't fall in love with her.
My family considers The Keeper and her kin part of us.

noble pig said...

I thought I was the only person who hates unexpected visitors? I'm glad to hear I'm not.

Tami said...

I hate unexpected visitors, too!
At least give me a 30 minute warning so I can do a mad dash pick up!

Big Hair Envy said...

Sorry, I can't send her because you are guaranteed to fall in love!

Bubba's Sis said...

A BAT?!?!? That's not fun. They're like rats with wings. Icky. I'd steer clear of him if I were you.

We keep our clean socks and underwear in the big, white, metal safe. Look for a post about that on my blog later.

I don't like unexpected visitors, either. Because there's always the possibility that, like today, I'm still in my jammies at 2:00 p.m. Hey! We're having a tropical storm! I can do that!

jill jill bo bill said...

Thanks for visiting me! Your posts are great and I am so in tune with you, especially since reading #7 on this post!!! I am deathly afraid of anything that flies at me AND I smoke, too. Outside in my garage or my back porch!! Only you are brave and admit to it. Amy and I are chicken shits because we have to hear all the shit from our kids. Please come back new best friend!!!!