March 8, 2012

Cheating At Tag

Dear Jane has tagged me (er, a month ago) in a go-round of questions you may or may not want me to answer.

There are rules to this game. I'm not following them. I'm sorry. (I told you: I'm lazy, and I cheat.)

Here are the rules I'm only partially following:

You must post the rules. (Check!) - Post eleven fun facts about yourself on the blog post - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you've tagged - Tag eleven people and link them on your post - Let them know you've tagged them! 

Eleven things about me you may or may not care about:
ONE I used to keep a notebook with every book I ever read in it. I started when I was nine years old, and kept at it for fourteen years until one day I stopped. With no reason.

TWO I heartily dislike my cell phone and wish it would die. I never, ever turn it on unless I need to call my husband and that's usually when I find out that the battery died a week ago.

THREE My husband's name is Seth. We got married ten and a half years ago. He's pretty awesome.

FOUR I don't care about cake. I'll usually have a piece at my birthday or someone else's, and I'll enjoy it, but don't ask me to eat the leftovers. Now, pie on the other hand...

FIVE I have a really bad habit of not brushing my teeth at night unless Seth makes me. Yes, I disgust myself.

SIX I'd rather stuff more garbage into the bag than change it. And by "more stuff", I mean a whole other bag's worth.

SEVEN I worked at McDonald's for four years in high school and university. Technically, I was fired, because after my second year of university I never called to tell them that I found another job that didn't involve slippery shoes and evil-smelling clothes.

EIGHT I spent every summer from 9 to 19 living at a Bible camp that my parents ran. I loved it, and if I had a time machine I'd go back to 1997 to visit.

NINE The first two years of university were spent pursuing a degree in Creative Writing. Hold on, let me type that for you again, just in case you missed it: a DEGREE in CREATIVE WRITING. (Don't laugh unless you want Leslie to cut you.) Consequently, my four year history degree was squished into my last two years.

TEN I wish I was eating peanut brittle right now.

ELEVEN I have a hard time finishing lists, and often feel like my last few entries are lame.

Now you know everything you need to know about me, including the picture of myself I like the most. You're welcome.

And now for some rule breaking. Instead of tagging people whose blogs I already know about, what I'd really like to know is all about you folks; you patient, long-suffering readers who have stayed through morning sickness, laziness, and even poems to Terry Pratchett.

If you blog, I'd love to visit. I've added a linky widget and would be overjoyed (happy, anyway, if we want to avoid overstating things) if you'd let us all know who you are. As for you that aren't into oversharing on the internet, but want to make an exception just this once (because you looooovvve me), then maybe give us a little snippet of eleven things about you in the comments. Or seven. Or twenty. Whatever.

This time last year: Suggestion-less, I'll Call It Artisan Bread