OK, I received my first blog “tag.” I feel as though I have arrived! What happens — in case you don’t already know — is that I am “tagged” by another blogger and given a set of rules and a set of questions. So here we go…
Here are the rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you. That would be Roxane Salonen at Peace Garden Mama, who is already listed in my “Blogs worth a visit or two” in the left-hand column of this page.
2. Post these rules on your blog (Voila!).
3. Tell about your six quirks (Check the list below. I’m cringing already).
4. Tag six bloggers to do the same. Let’s see…Roxane already tagged one of my favorites, so I’ll have to work extra hard. I’ll be tagging Lemmondrops, Conversion Diary, The Tail End, From the Field of Blue Children, Sustainable Mom, and Happy Catholic.
5. Leave them a comment to let them know you’ve tagged them.
6. No tag backs.
So…six quirks…I’m sure the people who live with me would find it hard to believe that I could possibly have six quirks, but I’ll see if I can surprise them:
1. I like my hot beverages extremely hot. I mean, burn the inside of your throat hot. I have finally found a coffee maker that can produce coffee hot enough for my taste, and I do have taste. It’s not just about the heat. Gotta have taste and heat.
2. I have a giant stack of magazines — Health, Fitness, Vegetarian Times — on the stereo speaker next to my favorite spot on the couch. If I sit near them, I’m sure to get some benefits, right?
3. I refuse to enter church from the front side entrance. I must enter from the back and walk up the aisle, not down the aisle, much to my family’s chagrin.
4. I have a habit of yelling, “Come on, Grandpa,” when I’m driving behind someone particularly slow. So much so that Chiara often thinks that her grandfather is actually in the car ahead of us.
5. For the life of me I cannot remember the stations I need to know on TV. Drives Dennis crazy. But even worse, apparently, is the fact that I will sit there watching a show in standard definition when it is available in high def elsewhere. Oh the humanity.
6. I am the rare woman who hates shoe shopping. I have been known to spend an hour in LL Bean, trying on four different hiking boots, climbing their pretend mountain, only to walk out dissatisfied. Duck feet. It’s a curse. I buy most of my shoes at Payless, I’m afraid to say.
