Here's the rules:
- link to the person who tagged you
- post the rules on your blog
- write six random things about yourself
- tag six people at the end of your post
- let each person know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
- let the tagger know when your entry is up
I don't know that I have six people who regularly read this blog, so whoever reads this, you're it!
I did not touch a drop of alcohol until I was 20. I had just joined a sorority and wanted to fit in with the cool girls (I know, I know... peer pressure at its worst). I'm not one to dip my toe in, so I dived into vodka headfirst. I had at least two mixed drinks and about 8 lemon drop shots. I was hammered! Eventually we made our way to the bar, where I preceded to thoroughly embarrass myself. When my watcher wasn't looking out for me, I drifted onto the dance floor, to perform what I like to call Fast Dance to a Slow Song. Use your imagination. I guarantee it was worse.
I often eat foods I don't like, because I think I should, and because they are healthy and good for me. Examples: cottage cheese and yogurt. I hate the texture of the first and the taste of the second. Yet they are staples for breakfast.
I caused a wreck in high school but I didn't realize it until hours later. My first car was a restored 1976 Camero... and my restored, I mean the paint and interior were restored, not the engine. The blasted thing used to shut off in the midst of left-hand turns. One morning I was attempting to turn left onto the road that leads to my high school, and the car cut off mid-turn. Embarrassed and angry, I was so focused on getting it started that I didn't notice the three car pileup behind me. Oops!
I like cooking in theory better than in practice. Cooking stresses me out. I'd rather eat out and have someone else do the dishes.
If I could be on one reality show, it would be the Amazing Race. However, I could not take my husband, as death and mayhem would erupt when we were given our first challenge. We can't even agree on the directions from our house to Walmart, much less navigate a foreign country. We'd be the couple that you swear is going to get a divorce once they get home. It would not be pretty.
I really, really, really want to be a good dancer. And I will never, ever, ever, be a good dancer. Think William Hung as a dancer. Sigh.
Now it is your turn!