The Seven Wonders of Me. (#1: Am very modest.)

Alright.  Leslie tagged me, and I've figured out seven random things you may or may not know.  Here goes:

Here are the rules (Editor's Note: I'm a little confused by the rules as I've apparently got to link to and comment upon everyone and everything about eight thousand times.):

1. List seven things about yourself that people may not know.
2. Link the person who sent this to you and leave a comment on their blog so their readers can visit yours.
3. Post the rules on your blog.
4. Tag seven random people at the end of your post, linking their blog.  Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Thing One: When I sleep, I drool.  Big time.  I've drooled on books, papers, desks, pillows, mattresses, and my husband.  It actually causes skin issues on my chin.  Fortunately, lots of my friends have teething babies, so I get some good skin care tips from these awesome mamas.  Aquaphor and bibs are the way to go, apparently.

Thing Two:  I am secretly proud of my first marathon time, and secretly, I want to qualify for Boston, and secretly (and this is just between me and you now), I think, maybe, if I put my mind to it, I could do it.  My first marathon was Big Sur, which is not the easiest course, and I ran a 4:11.  First time out, tough course, not bad, in my opinion.  My goal was "finish without barfing," so I was psyched.  So, yeah, to qualify for Boston, I'd have to drop 31 minutes, but I think I could do it...I don't know.  I'd like to try.

Thing Three: I have an awkward relationship with displays of affection.  When I was little, and people would kiss on TV, I would close my eyes and put my hands over my eyes.  It felt so wrong to watch something so intimate--like I was invading someone's personal space.  I'm still this way, today.  In fact, when my husband and I got married, I got so nervous about the "kiss the bride" part (Oh my word! In front of all these people?) that after my husband kissed me, I got so worried that he was going to kiss me again, that I stuck out my hand FOR A HANDSHAKE.  And then, at the end, when the priest did the whole, "I now present to you Mr. and Mrs...." I got so nervous that we were going to kiss again that I forestalled it by HIGH-FIVING my husband.  At our wedding.  On the altar.   I need to work on this.

Thing Four:  I get irrationally angry at inanimate objects.  When I was little, I wore these really annoying ankle socks.  The white cotton kind that you fold over and that usually have a little bit of eyelet on them.  Anyway, the socks would never stay put.  They always slipped down into my shoe and it drove me CRAZY.  So, one day, having had enough, I took off my shoe, took off the sock, looked at it, yelled at it, and bit it.  (I was gonna show that sock a thing or two.)  And that, my friends, is how I lost my two front teeth a year early.

Thing Five:  When applying to graduate school, I mis-spelled my name on the Harvard application.  I whited it out and re-typed. 

Thing Six:  I did not get into Harvard for graduate school.

Thing Seven:  I hold a state record in swimming in Louisiana.  (Okay, not me, it was a relay I was on.  But the record has held for over 20 years.  So there.)

Okay.  So, now I tag  Chris, Lucy, Eliza, M., Dr. S, and Carter.  And I'm out of people.  But at least I am no longer "it."

 

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[Lucy]

I did mine!