Tagnabbit! Seeing your friends in a whole new way.

I received a "TAG" notification today from my friend, Maren, who has a blog called: SuperMaren. The gist of being tagged is to write a few facts about yourself, tag some friends who have blogs or sights of interest, and get others to 1) have a post to read, 2) have another blog to read and check out 3) leave something like a comment behind to let you know they stopped by and checked out your page. Sounds easy enough. Plus, like my friend Maren said in her last post, it's fodder for blogging. I've been trying to think of things to write about that feel worth reading. There are thoughts in the old noggin, but nothing that I can really dig into or feel like sharing. Some topics are verboten and other things are just too stupid to get into. It's been too cold to bike and I haven't cooked up anything of note to recipe share. Yikes! I sound depressed and while I'm not 100% sunshine and daisies, I'm not that out of sorts. Busy, working too much, and trying to keep working out at the gym. Aside from divining my "Striper Name" - which I will share as well, I don't have a heck of a lot to post. Hopefully these two diversions will suffice and give you all something to help waste a few moments of your day.

"The Game of Blog Tag" Here are the rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Seven odd, random or little known facts I am choosing for your reading pleasure:

  1. I have been riding a bike since I was about 5 years old. I can remember the first bike I rode - a teal coloured Schwinn with one of those "gas tank" metal pieces that was in the mid section of the bike. A neighbor from down the way taught me how to ride a bike, and turned up my training wheels. Once I learned to ride, it was all I ever wanted to do. I can remember "borrowing" a bike from a neighborhood kid who live next door to one of my grandparents. I would take the bike whenever I could so I could ride it. Borrowing became a problem. I wouldn't give the bike back. To this day, the sight of an old black cruiser gives me a thrill!
  2. My first cooking memory is of trying to cook bacon - when I was about 9 years old. I did not understand how you got the "grease" or oil in the pan. I didn't realize that the bacon made the grease. I poured cooking oil into the pan and then fried the bacon in that. It was messy and probably tasted awful. There haven't been too many culinary failures in the intervening 32 years or so, but...I'm sure Liz can tell a tale or two about some mishaps.
  3. I've always been the party hostess. As I write this, I realize I had an exciting childhood that is completely unknown to my mother - who for those who know me well, this comes as no surprise. I would often do things, have adventures or friends about whom or which my mother had no idea. Ah! A theme is becoming apparent. I remember when I was 7 or 8 throwing a Halloween party for my neighborhood friends in my little sleepy borough of Aldan, PA. The lady who became my adopted grandmother, Mrs. Rhoads, aka Nana Rhoads, set us up outside with treats and stuff. Another neighbor melted caramels for us to make caramel apples. I think I made treat bags, and I made all my little friends wear their Halloween Costumes. Parties, events, dinners have always been a part of my repertoire. Events with themes, costumes and appropriate decor is my speciality.
  4. My first memory is of climbing out of my crib to get our cat, George. The visual images are a bit vague but this act is totally in line with my personality. I'm sure the cat scratched the heck out of me. And how I did not fall and break my head is one of those mysteries that will go on unexplained. If ever I believed in guardian angels, it is through little stories like this one that make me believe I definitely had someone looking out for me.
  5. I had my first serious crush on a girl when I was 12. It was my schoolmate, a total bitch who was the queen of the cliques. She had all of us wrapped around her proverbial little finger. This gal was smart, sexy and conniving. She had gorgeous auburn hair, tawny colored eyes and an unusual but interesting nose. We were "frienemies" long before Paris and Nicole were born. I often felt inferior to her, as did a lot of the girls who circulated her orbit. Once we broke free of Junior High and escaped the petty mundane idiocy of the 13 to 14 year old set, I found myself and was no longer one of her slaves. My high school years were really happy and liberating. Hers, I heard through the gossip lines, wasn't so great. She got pregnant before she was 18, and whatever potential she showed at 12 to 14 was sadly wasted. Not because she had a kid before she graduated high school, but due to some other issues, like drinking and doing drugs. Thankfully, my taste in women has improved tremendously since then. Though I do still love the redheads and women with interesting noses. Liz - wanna dye your hair for me?! Haha!
  6. I hate leaving dishes in the sink or doors, drawers or closets open. I cannot go to sleep knowing there are dirty dishes to be washed, or if the closet door is open in our bedroom. Liz and I have a an evening ritual, which we laugh about daily, on how I have to make sure the closet is closed all the way or else I can't sleep. There's also this whole thing I do with putting on hand lotion and lip balm each night, pulling salves, balms and ointments out of my "apothecary" drawer in my bedside table (which must be closed too!) I'm a lucky gal to have Liz put up with my quirks.
  7. I believe that if you are lucky and stay true to your self, that the person you were at age 5 is the person you will always be. My friend Barbra Katus once told me this and I think it's true. I hope that that crazy bicycle riding party hostess I was and am will always remaining a firm part of my identity.

Whew! I sure did have a lot to say. Now it's the turn of the following fellow bloggers to write a few words. Remember to check out these blogs that I enjoy. At present, it's only 5. I'm working on finding a few more to tag.

  1. Aimee, Ben and the Sheaffer Twins
  2. All about Triplets - The Peapod Squad (this is a friend of Liz's)
  3. Kate C - and her Japanese Adventure - Paper Flowers
  4. Bikes and Beer - Beer by Bicycle
  5. Rabbi Stone and his bicycle musings


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