I've been tagged...

...by my sister in law, Brittany. This means I must list 6 facts about myself (Brit, I'm stealing your picture idea). and then I tag 6 people, and hopefully learn more about them. So here it goes:




FACT 1. I HATE shopping. I get physically ill when I have to go. I like new things, I love giving presents to others. I think the problem is that I'm indecisive. You can't ask me to purchase something and commit to liking it forever...it's sheer anxiety. On my list today, was to pick up some new undies for my boys. How hard can it be? I stood there, debating my choices for like, 14 minutes. For little boy's underwear of all things. (what is wrong with me?) You'd think I would look like Miss Fashionista being this fastidious about my choices, instead, I refuse to purchase things. It refuse to try. It's weird but it's true. I know Hate is a strong word. I'm probably just having a knee-jerk reaction to the fact that I spent a whole day driving around from place to place (including HellMart*) with mobs of other people, trying to get all my Christmas shopping over with in a single day.


FACT 2. I love books. I love to be surrounded by books. There is an endless amount of ideas and information out there! The library is one of my favorite places. There's just one catch. I am NOT an avid reader. Why all the books, then? I think it's because I grew up in a home chock-full of books and bookshelves galore (except my parents actually read the books). So it feels like home. Except when it feels like strangulation. Like the time I had a $100.00 library fine, back in 2002. No exaggeration. It IS possible to rack up those numbers when you check out 30 books at a time...it makes me sick to think about it. Now I give myself a limit of 6, and am trying to work it down to only one book per person, at a time (in order to motivate me to actually read each one). One bonus; I could teach a class on speedy skimming- and getting the gist- out of any self-help book in 60 minutes or less.


FACT 3. I'm a blabber. And I'm wordy. I know you know this already, I'm just letting you all know that I know it too, and plan to work on it. After this entry.





FACT 4. I really wanted to sing in the Kurt Bestor concert. Ever since I heard the "clap your hands and shout Hallelujah!" version of O Come All Ye Faithful at his concert ten years ago, I wanted to sing that song on the stage. Ah, well. That's the breaks. I would also love to belt out a solo on the stage of the Assembly Hall at Temple Square. The acoustics in there are amazing!






FACT 5. I never meant to lead people into thinking I could actually play the Ukulele...Yes, I strummed, and muffled my way through one evening, but I do not qualify as a "Ukulele-er/ist" by ANY stretch.









FACT 6. People think I'm tough. But I'm a wimp. I guess people assume I'm tough because I'm built sturdy, have a loud voice, and like to talk smack with my brothers... it's a facade. It's one big charade. I'm the coward of cowards. Have you ever seen me climb even a small step ladder? Or stand up to some puny, line-butting, punk teenager? Didn't think so. My desire for approval, to be agreeable, far outweighs any bull-headed toughness I may seemingly personify.
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*P.S. regarding Walmart jab*I know that justification of one's discretion is often fruitless and misguided, and if I wasn't so yella, I'd stand by my semi-profanity regardless of what any one thinks. But I certainly hope not to offend and so here is my paltry excuse for the use of my "clever" play on words;

If, after this blessed life, things don't work out in my favor and I'm sentenced to eternal damnation, with constant sorrow and lamenting, and no sight of escape or rest... I know where that place is (for me, anyway). I was there today. And if that place doesn't scare me straight, I don't know what will. That's all I'm going to say.

Nope, that's not all I'm going to say. I still need to tag 6 blog-people (you Luckies). I hope you do these, because I like reading 'em:

Alison, Katie, Jerry, Cristie, Ed, Phil. Tag. You're It!