Tag I'm It...

I've been tagged again!
Not by one or two, but three people. Thank you Kelly, Courtney and Pamela! I have taken such a long time to reply to the tags because honestly, I don't know what I could share that you don't already know, but here it goes...


Oh, first the rules.

7 THINGS

to share "7 Things" about myself - then, tag 7 friends to share some facts about themselves. So, we all know the drill....first and foremost - the rules:


The Rules:
Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
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.


My 7 Things:
1. So much of what I despised as a child, I now love. Baseball, classical music, gardening, vegetables & cooking. Oddly enough, these were mostly things my mother loved. I was a brat.

2. I have a problem with committing to certain things. Things like lunch with a friend, parties, volunteer assignments. I'm not sure why, I just know that I don't like to commit to them. At all.

3. I cannot wear closed toe shoes. I hate them with a passion. I always try to wear sandals or flip-flops - unless I am walking for exercise. This holds true even in winter. When I wear closed toe shoes my feet begin to panic. I swear I can feel my toes hyperventilating and I hear little screams coming from inside my shoe...until I kick off the shoe and I see them breathing a little easier.

3. This is going to be a hard thing to admit. The last official grade I graduated from was the 8th grade. Yes, I repeated 9th grade several times. LOO-HOO-OO-SER. After the second time the school tested me for any learning disabilities they hoped I had. Guess what? They were shocked to find that I tested college level in every subject. All sophomore & junior level. They figured out I was bored. However, they couldn't figure out what to do with me. That many, many, many, many moons ago they didn't have the opportunities they do now for troubled/bored/ADD/snotty kids.

4. I aquired my GED the day I turned 16. Because I couldn't pass the traditional route, I went 'away' to school. I was 15. I tested to see what subjects I needed to brush up on before I took the test. Turns out none. So what did I do for the next 8 months? Tutor. I was an 8th grade drop out who tutored people as young as myself and as old as 25 to help them prepare for the GED. THE day of my 16th birthday I took the test & passed.

5. When I was a kid I had no clue what I wanted to do when I grew up. I still don't. When I grow up I will decide and let you know.

6. I don't like crowds. Much like my feet in a closed toe shoe, I begin to panic. Not in the true - need a therapist and/or a sedative - sense of the word. But I truly do not like them and will avoid them if at all possible. Perhaps this explains me not liking parties, shopping or people in general. Okay, I do like people. Okay, just some people. Ummm, maybe just a handful. Myself sometimes included. :O

7. I truly, truly, truly...hate male bashing. Or female bashing for that matter. Oh heck, any type of human bashing. But this point, #7 on my things about me, is going to be solely about male bashing. Yes, I am blessed beyond blessed to have THE most wonderful man in the world be my husband. And yes, I am head over heels in love after 14 years of marriage. Sickening and mushy yes? And yes, I know not every woman has had a good husband or a good male figure in their lives. MYSELF included. Dad ran out the day he found out mom was preggers. My first husband and I well, that was just all wrong. HOWEVER, that doesn't make a man an idiot simply because he's a man. Nor lazy. Nor clueless. Nor whatever else is considered the Y Chromosome defect. As genders go, we are very different. Applause! And we are that way for a reason. BUT, the differences - both bad and good - apply to both of the sexes. Here is why I say this: Movies, television shows, commercials and the world in general, portray men in such a negative light and it frustrates me to no end. We start girls out thinking this way young, consider what you see on t-shirts, Girls Rule, Boys Drool or Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them. In the movies and on tv, the father is usually portrayed as a moron, and usually either the mother or the kids run the show. Think about this: these men, they were raised by women, they are brothers to women and they are married to women. Get my point?

Okay. Enough soap boxing. Hope this was interesting to at least 2 of you for all of 5 minutes.
I'm not going to tag anyone, I think we've all been tagged within our circle. HOWEVER, if you'd like to play then be my guest!

Will write soon...