I've been tagged for the first time! 5 Things. All New! Never told before...
This has to be a first in mommy writer history, I've been tagged. Officially tagged (not the usual, I saw a meme and was completely sucked try of blog post topics and then posted my answers for your perusal). Who did the deed? Charlene at Crazed Parent.
Here's the tag history (as to provide links to those that started this nicety): Charlene was tagged by CityMama via a virtual cocktail party. And CityMama was invited by Lisa Stone of BlogHer. So let the victual cocktail party continue.....
5 things you don't yet know about me
UPDATE: Looks like I got double-tagged? On the same day no less! Something strange is happening on the blogshere. I am here to prove it! The second tagging happened by Jonathon Kantor over at the White Paper Pundits. Great info here, especially if you are ever thinking of jumping into the freelance waters. And Jonathon? Thanks for the tag! Please don't ask me to disclose 5 more items. I'd be hard pressed to find something of interest. Other than tonight's dinner menu (roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and a good ole' dinner role).
Here's the tag history (as to provide links to those that started this nicety): Charlene was tagged by CityMama via a virtual cocktail party. And CityMama was invited by Lisa Stone of BlogHer. So let the victual cocktail party continue.....
5 things you don't yet know about me
- I'm in constant fear people will laugh at me. For a stupid comment. For falling on my face. For looking stupid. The reason doesn't matter really. I am just in constant fear I look like an ass. And then having to face that reality with laughter and pointing.
- I got drunk on wine the day before Christmas Eve (Saturday). Not that this is much of a surprise. Or something to hide. Went out with friends. Family. Had more than a good time. And 2 days of tiredness to prove it. It was all in good fun. And something I haven't done in a long (LONG) time.
- At one time (long, long ago), I was known as the cheerleader that could do the splits. I know. Seems impossible now with the additional weight. And chunkier thighs. But yes. Junior High. Cheerleading Squad. I was the chic posing in the front, arms in the air, and legs miraculously in the splits. I have yearbooks to prove it.
- Old nicknames: French Frogwoman and Whoopee. No. I. Will. Not. Explain. Either. At least not today. Another post for another time.
- I once visited a guidance counselor at school. I was angry at my mother. I wanted someone to talk to. I wanted to cry. And I wanted to get out of Math class. I got a captive audience, cried my way through an entire box of Kleenex, and got out of a Math homework assignment.
UPDATE: Looks like I got double-tagged? On the same day no less! Something strange is happening on the blogshere. I am here to prove it! The second tagging happened by Jonathon Kantor over at the White Paper Pundits. Great info here, especially if you are ever thinking of jumping into the freelance waters. And Jonathon? Thanks for the tag! Please don't ask me to disclose 5 more items. I'd be hard pressed to find something of interest. Other than tonight's dinner menu (roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and a good ole' dinner role).




