I was tagged...

Tag Rules

A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.
B. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves.
C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

I'm trying to think of things that people might not know about me...

1. If I could go back to school/work full time, I would want to be one of the following: a naturopathic doctor with midwifery training so I could take care of all women's health including delivery, a socio-anthropology major at UW, a photographer, family therapist or child/youth social worker.

2. When I was young, I looked old. I was twelve and my mom took me in for portraits and the lady at the desk asked if I was there for my senior pictures! I didn't even know what senior pictures were! I was in a swimsuit catalog at the same age (the summer between 5th and 6th grade) posing with people in college! The modeling gig was short lived, I was just on vacation with my family in McCall, and some nice woman who started her own business was making a catalog. She did it all pretty much herself and was in business with the same catalog for awhile...but it wasn't some fancy job. Still, I felt like a rockstar. Notice the Swatch watch and the cool geometrics! I don't think very many people would know about this! I think I earned one free swimsuit or something!
3. I've only been a patient in the hospital one time. For some reason I was just talking about this with my mom the other day. I think I was like twelve and I was in excruciating pain and I couldn't sleep. My mom took me to the ER and the doctor asked me if I was sexually active and I said "no." He obviously didn't buy it, so he asked my mom to leave the room and then he asked me again! Answer still the same. Keep in mind that I did look much older than my age. Anyway, it turned out that I was...constipated! Of all the most embarrassing things to have wrong with you! So that was my big hospital experience...oh, wait...I was there again after I gave birth to Ruby, I was transferred there! I almost forgot...so twice. The second time I had to have a DNC. Whew...that was another experience!

4. I love reality television and I know why. I like to be in other people's business, but I am an adult and I know that the lives of others are private and personal and painful and not to be taken lightly. And I don't take them lightly...after all, I have a life that is personal and private and painful too. That is why reality television is so great! I am essentially invited to be in someone's personal business with no commitment of discresion or privacy. I know that is lame, but it is the truth. I get to sit and stare at someone while they get their heart broken or while they celebrate their birthday or pass out on the ground and I don't have to pretend it isn't entertaining and I can call my friends and talk about it and I can pause, rewind and watch it again. What a great invention!

5. I don't like it when people tell me their dreams. Not their aspirations or hopes, but what they dream at night...for example: "I was in this house that was different then the house where I grew up, but it was the same and I was moving through the walls running away from Buggs Bunny and he was running away from my neighbor in college and then we were at a Subway eating only pickles and I was pregnant but I didn't know it..." what is to like about that?

6. I don't make beds. Why?! I love getting into a heap of blankets and pulling them over and around me and not necessarily getting the same layers over my whole body. This is a big part of my personality too. I am predominately a red personality, and I don't lack opinions a bit, but I don't require many specifics regarding physical things like how the towels are folded, if there are crumbs on the bottom of my feet, or how the dish washer is loaded. I am a detail person in some areas, but there are lots of things that don't grab my attention. I would like to say that I don't sweat the small stuff, but it isn't all small stuff that I don't sweat. Just some. How did that happen?!

Tagging: I'll tag Lynz, Jeff, Heather and Sage...but no rush, and if you hate tags, don't do it! :)