Tagolicious...

Meggan tagged me. There are all sorts of "rules" that go along with her questionnaire though, and like her, I'm not going to follow them all. Also like Meggan, I'm going to post the original "rules" just in case some of you are OCD about rules and such.

RULES:
1. List the link to your tagger and also post these following rules.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird, etc.
3. Tag 7 people at the the end of your blog also leaving the links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are “TAGGED” by leaving a comment on their blog.

(I'm only adhering to rule #2. The rest of the rules are beat.)

Me: In 7 facts.

1. I LOVE to throw things away. I hate clutter, which is funny because I still manage to have a lot of it in my life. However, I hate the kind of clutter that can easily be avoided. For instance, I love to go through the mail, separating all the important stuff from the junk and then throwing all the junk away until I have a nice little pile of important stuff. I also have to throw any and all packaging away immediately after opening items. This can mean something as simple as the plastic circle thingy on a container of sour cream, or as complex as the 4 boxes, 2lbs of bubble wrap, little taped up boxes holding hardware, and the little plastic bags containing screws that came with my lamp that still isn't hung. I hate it when I miss the dryer sheet when taking out a load of laundry from the dryer and then find it in the middle of the kitchen floor later. I just hate the little clutter in life. Oh, I hate straw wrappers too. I will not allow them to hang out in my car for more than a few minutes--I'll pull over and throw them way if I must.



2. Regardless of the years and years I put into taking piano lessons and my Spanish classes in school, I can neither play the piano nor speak Spanish. I took Spanish for six years in junior high and high school. I was never very good at it. I couldn't (and still can't) roll my r's, so I was often apprehensive to speak out loud during class. When I was a sophomore, there were a couple of very popular senior boys in my class and so that semester was a total wash--I was too busy passing notes and flirting--things that would get me in trouble with the senior girls and make them want to fight me in the quad. That was probably the semester we learned how to conjugate irregular verbs--something that would be nice to know when you are learning to speak a new language. By the time I was a senior, I was editor of the yearbook, and since my Spanish teacher was also the yearbook advisor, I'd often be excused from class to work on yearbook stuff. I think I finally figured out I wasn't going to pass the AP exam and so dropped out of Spanish V and arranged my schedule so I could go home at noon everyday. Piano lessons: I hated them. I hated practicing too. I can read a few notes, but I can't play anything worth listening to. Ironically, I married a man who speaks fluent Spanish and who plays the piano with gusto.



3. I LOVE most things Hostess. That's right, I love Hostess Cupcakes, Twinkies, and doughnuts. Once in a while, I'll buy some cupcakes. But, I have this ritual--I have to buy them with a Dr. Pepper and a People or US Weekly Magazine. I've been doing it this way since I was a teenager. Sometimes, I'm embarrassed to buy Hostess items. I don't know why. Hmmm...and I wonder why I still can't get into my pre-pregnancy clothes.



4. I'm a lip gloss whore (excuse the harsh language). I am. I want it. I need it. I mostly like to have a lip gloss available wherever I am and at all times. So, if I'm in the car, but I left my purse at home, I'd like to know that I can still gloss up. I have a few favorite brands, but not a favorite color--I like to mix it up with different shades. I love Stila lip glazes, NARS lip gloss, Lancome juicy tubes, and MAC lipglass. Unfortunately, I lose a lot of my lip glosses. I guess that's the downside to having them all over the place--they don't have a real home, somewhere they belong, and so they get lost. Or borrowed. My mom just whipped one of my MAC lip glosses out of her purse when she was here the other day. She said I had left it at her house during her last visit and since she found it and she likes it, she gets to keep it. Um...ok.



5. I wear two sports bras when I work out--I layer them. No need to expand on this one. I think we can all surmise why.

6. It took three attempts to secure my driver's liscense following my 16th birthday. When I was 16 years old and it was time to head on down to the DMV to get my driver's license, my dad went with me. Being the honest attorney that he is, when it came time for him to sign off on the hours I had completed as part of my permit, he wouldn't do it. He said that since it was my mother who I had done most, if not all, of my permit driving with, she would need to be the one to sign off on it, not him. Um...WHAT? I was devastated. I didn't (and still don't) see what the big deal is. I just needed him to sign the stupid government issued document so I could get on with the behind the wheel test! My tantrum didn't work, he wouldn't sign. I had to wait the two weeks they require in between driving test attempts before I return to the DMV for a second go at it. So, without even getting behind the wheel, I failed at my first attempt of acquiring my license. When I finally came back, I failed for real. No one taught me how to make an unprotected left turn. The light turned green and so I proceeded to make my left turn. Needless to say, the DMV agent had to grab the wheel to avoid us crashing into the oncoming cars. DMV agent grabbing wheel=automatic failure. Two weeks later and my third attempt, I finally got the damn thing. Barely. I think I passed with a 76 or something. It was all very traumatic.

7. I'm a gigantic procrastinator. Why put off something until tomorrow that can be done today? Because I can. And if I can put if off until next week or next month, I will. Although lately, my To Do list is driving me crazy (sort of like it's a piece of clutter) and all I want to do is to be able to cross things off my list. I guess I'm a priority procrastinator--I prioritize those things that I procrastinate. Eventually, if it needs to get done, I'll do it.