I've been WHAT?

Okay. So, I guess I've been tagged to tell you 8 things you don't already know about me. First I have to figure out who YOU are... Mostly YOU are people I already know. I know where you are, but I don't know who all of you are, exactly. I'm supposed to tag 8 other people, but like those emails I never send out, I will never tag anyone. I will, however, play the game and tell you 8 things you don't already know about me.

1. I hate waterchestnuts. They make a funny noise when I chew them. I don't mind celery, apples, or any other crunchy little fruits and veggies, but waterchestnuts, they creep me out. The sound of them crunching in my mouth is like fingernails on a chalkboard. They also don't taste that great. I do partake of some things that sound funny or squish in a wrong way, but they are things that TASTE GOOD. Like, scallops for instance. They are squishy, and revolting feeling in my mouth. But they taste good. So I eat them. But waterchestnuts, not so much.

2. I also HATE it when people RAKE the freakin SIDEWALK. The sound of those wiry tines scratching against cement makes the little hairs on the back of my neck not only stand up, but try to run away. Why not just use a broom? Other sounds that really creep me out: When people bite on their forks and SCRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPE their teeth against the tines as they pull the food off... I have shivers thinking about it. (side note: I will ensure that you will suffer a most painful death if I am eating with you and you do this ON PURPOSE because you now know it creeps me out. YOU KNOW I AM TALKING TO YOU HUSBAND! AND CRAZY INTERNET FRIENDS I AM EATING LUNCH WITH SOON!) Sounds that creep me out.. that's what we were talking about right?? Right. The sound of drumming, without any other music makes my blood boil. There was a time in my life when I worked in a cubicle and the person who sat next to me liked to listen to Japanese drums. I actually had to tattle on him to my boss about the drum CD, because the rage inside me grew as the drums went faster and faster and faster and faster and faster. By the time I was irritated enough to ask him to turn the volume down, or put on headphones, I was so irate, that I literally had to go tattle on him. Because that's what adults do. There are lots of sounds that drive me nuts, but those are all I can think of right now.

3. I smoked as a kid. I started smoking at around 15, when I was in high-school. While I was 15 and smoking, I also joined up with the Local Health Department in a raid against STORES THAT SOLD TOBACCO TO MINORS. Yeah, talk about shooting yourself in the foot! I smoked pretty irregularly until I graduated, when I became a human chimney. Especially after I moved out. I smoked Camel Special Lights. Because that word.. "special" made me feel good. Other cigarettes I thoroughly enjoyed: SHEPARD's HOTEL. MMMM.. Once, my friend Gretchen(or was it Vanessa??) and I bought imported cigarettes. From India. Who needs pot when you can smoke imported cigarettes from India? Legally. I quit smoking in the beginning of 2001. Mostly. Smoking was one of the reasons my now husband didn't ask me out sooner. He thought I still smoked when he met me. I didn't. When my husband went on his first 6 month deployment, I smoked again. Not much. I probably bought.... oh, 4 packs of cigarettes in 6 months. But I felt the same way then as I did when I was 15 trying to scam those stores into selling me the cigarettes.

4. My son is named for his grandfathers. His first name is my Dad's name. His middle name is my Husband's Father's name. Husband at one point talked about naming our son the following names: Goku, Tanks, Trunks, and Kai for a boy. All of those names are from -- I'm about to cry as I type this -- Dra -- I don't think I can do it--- gon --- No, I can't. --- Dragonball Z. Okay, I did it. I actually considered Kai. Many other name considerations came from anime and (cough) Marvel or DC Comic Book characters. My husband won out... sortof.... but really, he's named after family.

5. I am addicted to the internet. This is no joke. I go through WITHDRAWAL when I don't have my fix of glowing monitors and stories about other people's lives. I think sometimes that this internet addiction is the cause of my "I can't sleep... ever" problem. Some of my BEST FRIENDS are people I've never met. (My gosh I sound like a freak!) Don't worry. The blogs I read are not the people I consider friends (but I might if I knew them)... I'm talking about a super duper secret room on the internet where a whole bunch of mommies who had babies around October of 2006 chat together. We have been talking about everything (yes husband, EVERYTHING, things you would KILL me if you knew I had told other people) for almost 2 years now. I have met, in real-life, one of them, but I'm getting ready to meet some more in November.

6. When I was in high school I used to panic every time my.. uh.. Aunt Flo?... was late and think I was pregnant. I didn't have sex until much later, way after high school. So, I am a freak. Speaking of the word "FREAK" that brings me to number 7.

7. I know that you talked to my husband when we were dating. I know you asked him why he was interested in me, as though you were trying to dissuade him from dating me. I know you thought he was nuts for wanting a FREAK like me. It still bothers me, and I can't let it go.

8. After giving birth to my son I was so overwhelmed by pumping and nursing and feeding and pumping and feeding and changing and burping and changing and feeding and nursing.. that for the first few weeks of his life... I wasn't sure that I really loved him as much as a mother is supposed to. (I know I did.. I just wasn't sure I loved him ENOUGH.)

9. I am giving you number 9, because number 7 is only directed at a couple of people, and that plain isn't fair.... Hmmm.. This one is going to be tricky. I pretty much will just tell people whatever they want to know about me.... I am 5'3" but I have freakishly large feet. Size 8. That's not freakishly large, unless, of course you're a shrimp, and you're only 63 inches tall. My husband is a FULL 14 inches taller than me.

So, there.. 8 things you don't know about me, unless number 7 pertains to you, and then there's 9. Does this mean I'm done now? Has my "tag curse" been lifted??

Now, can I please be lazy about my posts?? I'm getting ready to try NaBloPoMo.. and I've only got a few weeks to prepare.. I am going to post EVERY DAY IN NOVEMBER PEOPLE!!!!!