Meme Again

Damn you, Mada!  She’s gone and tagged me for yet another meme.  This time it’s the “post six things about yourself” type of meme.  Here are the rules–

1. Link back to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post by posting links to their blog sites.
5. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their site.
6. And let your tagger know when your entry is up.

I guess my blog is a little elusive when it comes to actually talking about myself.  Well, considering I don’t like those types of blogs (you know, the daily rant kind where people do nothing but discuss the mundane minutiae in their lives, ick), I tend not to keep one myself but I guess a little worm on a hook can’t be that bad.

1. I started writing when I was 9, Saved By The Bell fanfiction.  Stop laughing.  You know you’ve done something equally embarrassing prior to puberty, and I’m sure quite a few more things afterwards.  It certainly wasn’t award-winning, that’s for sure, but that’s when I remembered starting to write.

2. The prescription in my glasses is the reverse of what’s in my contacts.  My contacts are -1 and -1.25 in my right and left eye, respectively.  When I had to have my glasses updated, the lenses were put in as such but when I put the glasses on, I kept getting nauseous.  They tried tinkering with the prescriptions as they stood but nothing worked.  For ha ha’s, the optometrist switched the lenses.  Lo and behold, no icky stomach.  Needless to say, her jaw was on the floor.  What can I say?  I’m a medical anomaly.

3. I have road rage.  Not gun-totting bad but seriously considering mounting a scrolling marquee to the back of my car with a keyboard on the dash to let drivers know how I really feel bad.  Because screaming out the window doesn’t get the message through enough.  Catch me on my “bad week” and you’ll be sorry.

4. I’m not a people person, really at all.  I blame Wal*Mart for slaughtering any kind of people love I might have had, not to mention destroying my faith in humanity as a whole.  I can pretend to be, and I’m really damn good at it but if you’re the idiot on the other end of the phone that can’t tell his ass from his elbow, rest assured I’ve torn apart a stress ball during the duration of the phone call and will gripe incessantly about your moronism (not to be confused with Mormonism) to anyone within earshot.

5. I’m psychic and intuitive, among other things.  Yes, that means I see and sense things before they happen.  Purely uncontrolled, sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad but it’s always a shock.  No one likes “seeing” their dog vomit on their passenger seat ten seconds before it happens with no way to stop it without losing control of the car.  Chunks in the e-brake shaft are not nice to clean up, nor easy.

6. I’ve just started doing Vinyasa Flow Yoga.  Basically it’s yoga on steroids.  Instead of just moving from one stance to the next, you flow from one to the next.  I kid you not, I almost got stuck in a couple of the positions and nearly threw my hip out.  And I’m a former gymnast.  My goal is to get my shoulder on the ground in a straddle sit and touch my foot to my head in a pigeon pose.  I can do it but I’m sure I’ll pull a groin before I achieve it.

Considering I like to break rules, I’ll leave this meme open as well, save for one unlucky soul.  I believe I’m going to have to tag the ladies over at The Bookshelf Muse with this one.  Karma’s a bitch!  Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!  You have zombies, I have vampires.  Come my preciouses . . . precious’s . . . precii . . .

~ by Donna on May 3, 2008.