I've been tagged by Maria.
The rules to the game:
1) Link to the person that tagged you.
2) Post the rules on your blog.
3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people at the end of your post and link to their blogs.
5) Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6) Let the fun begin!
Those of you who know me well (hi, Mom), likely know most of these things, but maybe I'll come up with at least one you don't.
1. I've never broken a bone (knocking fiercely on wood right now).
2. I make pro/con lists for ALL big decisions. Can't help it-I'm that anal and need to see things in print to process them (hence, my blog). I don't know if that was an innate or learned behavior, but it is now thoroughly ingrained.
3. For 10+ years of my life I was a gymnast (which makes number 1 above a little more surprising). It started as fun when I was a little kid and turned into competition. Once I hit my teen years, I considered quitting at least once a year. It was a HUGE part of my life and I started to feel as if it was robbing me of a childhood (silly in hindsight-this was just the angst of a teenager coming out). Of course I made a pro/con list and ended up continuing every time until I was 16 (I think) when I finally quit for good. Sometimes I miss it. Sometimes I dream about it. Sometimes I spend hours thinking of my old teammates, coaches, etc. And then I go months or years a time without thinking about it at all. I think it's weird that my husband and all of my current friends didn't know me during this part of my life because it was and is such a huge part of who I am today. I often define my life in terms of "during gymnastics" and "after gymnastics."
4. When I was 7, we moved from Chicago to Denver. I don't remember this being a traumatic move. In fact, I remember it being very exciting. But for some reason, there are very few memories I actually remember before the move outside of looking at pictures from our time in Chicago. Because of this, my life is somewhat defined by "after we moved to Denver."
5. When I was a kid, I had absolutely NO idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. I'm not even sure how I used to answer that question (maybe a vet because I liked animals? a journalist because I liked to write? a neonatologist because my best friend wanted to be one? I don't think I even knew what that last one meant at the time). To this day, I'm still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. My current career just puts food on the table and a roof over our heads. Every once in awhile I'm convinced I should have a career in music since it is one of the only things I get passionate about. Unfortunately, I have absolutely no talent in that area. If we won Power.ball (as in one of the really LARGE jackpots), I would start a local record label and scout bands to sign just for fun.
6. Anytime anyone starts telling me a joke, I have an irrational fear that I won't understand it and will have to laugh pretending that I understood. This very rarely actually happens, but I always concentrate very hard when someone is telling me a joke because of this.
Some of you have likely already done this at some point, but I'm tagging Io, Jen and Claire.
23 hours ago