Many thanks to Speak into the Mike for continuing the tag and to Houdini for opening the invite. (I don't get around much, so this is fun stuff when I stumble across it!)
This is a familiar one that goes like this:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
Six random things about me
1. I owe Speak into the Mike thanks for leading the way on discussing his photography course. It got me going to find something local.
2. I can freehand a kick-ass Scooby Doo cake, but Dora comes out looking a bit odd.
3. I thought my hair was auburn. I found out the color is actually Amber Shimmer (according to Ms Clairol).
4. I've lost .25 of an inch since having four children (I guess my spin has compressed).
5. Despite making my living as a writer for the last 13 odd years, I struggled with grammar and parts of speech all my life. I attribute part of my success to Mrs. Spinney who was my home room and English teacher in Grade 7. Without her, her 3:15 club, and her belief in me, I would probably would have become a plumber after university.
6. I wanted to become a plumber but was such a home body that the idea of leaving home for trade school (a whole TWO HOURS) away scared me. So instead, I applied and made it into graduate school two provinces away. Go figure.
Now I leave the randomness to fate. (I'm lousy with chain letters too.)
Let me know if any of you pick up the stick and run with it!
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3 comments:
I'm going on three or four (five, maybe) poop stories - you have more kids - how come there isn't more poop?
It's been a while (a couple of years) since any one has pooped in the tub. (I'm thankful for that.) It's also been a while since the now 12 year old has forgotten to listen to his body ... the skid marks down his pajamas, through our bedroom and to the only bathroom is a story I'll use to embarrass him in another couple of years!
While it's not my wont to turn people into meme machines, or amateur photographers, I do so enjoy when people play along. So thanks! :)
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