Unimportant

Yippee! I got tagged by a real person! Here are the details: List 6 unimportant things about yourself, and then tag 6 more people to do the same. Technically you are supposed to link this back to the person who tagged you, but I have no idea how to do that (sorry Kevin). Here goes:

1. Ever since high school I have been prone to getting belly button infections. Soreness, redness, smelly goo stuff, etc. I am not sure why I am blessed with this, but it happens (or atleast used to happen) quite frequently. Strangely enough, since I have lost a few lbs, the infections have not reared their ugly head. {P.S. I can’t wait until the day I can actually see my belly button!}

2. Oftentimes when I am alone in a swimming pool I like to pretend that I am a professional dancer, an Olympic figure skater, or part of the synchronized swim team just to entertain myself. Scary…

3. For some reason I find myself attracted to men that are far from perfect. And not just far from perfect, these men have major issues. They usually have no hope for a bright future and I just can’t pull myself away from them. Maybe it’s because I am so far from perfect and I like the idea of working through issues with someone? Nope, that’s not it. It’s probably because no normal men find me attractive…

4. When I was around 14ish there was a house full of polygamist men that lived in my ‘hood. My friends and I just loved hanging out with these boys (in their 20’s I would guess) because they were boys and they liked us. I am sure they just wanted us to join their happy family and become one of the sister wives…but we knew better. That is until we decided to go somewhere with them. One day we all piled into the back of their pick up truck and drove to the middle of no where to do clay pigeon shooting. Hmmm…

middle of no where + guns = not so brilliant

5. The one and only time I have ever been pulled over in my driving career (just happened to accidentally run a red light in front of a cop) was a disaster. The cop thought I was drunk or high on something so he made me do the whole drunken test. Keep in mind that at this time I was a little challenged in the weight area, which makes balancing more difficult, and not to mention it was freezing (sometimes it is cold in AZ) and I was shaking due to the fact that I was freaked out about what was going on. So, I had some issues with the balance stuff. But the best part is when the cop was getting ready to leave after giving me the breathalyzer and realizing that I was not drunk or high and he said, “Well, there is no sign of alcohol impairment, but you are definitely impaired.” Nope, I'm just fat, but thanks! JERK!

6. And finally, I inherited my mother’s morbid fascination with death. Every morning (when not blog stalking) I have to read the obituaries to see if someone I know died or to figure out why people under the age of 50 died. It’s very interesting indeed and I would highly recommend it. However, it is a little creepy…

So there you have it. Did you learn something about me? I am a very strange person. Ok, so I tag: Amy, Marianne, Tia, Amanda, Wendy, and Jessi.

{enjoy}