>I've been tagged by Age is all in the mind. In my year+ of blogging, no one has ever tagged me before. I am very honored. *Swoon.*
THE RULES (which I copied directly from DeeJay): Each player of this game starts with the "six weird things about you" blog post. People who get tagged need to write their own six weird things post and state the rules clearly. At the end of the post tag six more people and don’t forget to leave a comment on their blog to tell them they have been tagged and tell them to read your blog.)
Six Weird Things about Me (many of which have already been revealed over time)
1. I am a genetic mutant. Sure that seems obvious to anyone who has read anything here. But I really mean it. I don’t have a full set of adult teeth. No second molars ever developed on my lower jaw, which caused my upper second molars to continue growing and growing and growing, until they were many times the size of normal molars and tore up my gums where teeth should have been. Thus I had the upper molars removed. That’s when the periodontist (who did work on most of the Seinfeld cast, incidentally) discovered that instead of wisdom teeth, I had regular teeth developing all the way in the back of my top jaw. Craziness.
2. I am 31 years old and married and still sleep with my bear companion (and aspiring but neglected model), Theo. (Maybe this is less weird than sad and pathetic, but he is very comfy, dammit!)
3. I am fascinated by scars, bruises, and what my internal organs look like.
4. Jizz is one of my favorite words. So few words even have one in them, and yet jizz has not one z, but two! Two zs!!! Plus, the combination of the letter j and double – double! - z is oddly irresistible. It just is pleasing to say aloud. Especially when inappropriate. And, in Scrabble, the word can rack up a jillion points if you can get the other players to accept it. Each z is worth 10 points, and the j is eight. Throw that on a triple word score, and you will scorch the other players! Really, what is not to love about the word jizz?
5. Despite all of the semi-revealing and insane things that I share on my blog and in person, I am sort of shy. It is really hard for me to deal with large groups when I don’t know anyone. Networking? Utter failure. Conferences? I wind up standing alone in the corner eating large quantities of cheese and oozing nervous discomfort.
6. I hate standing out. Not always, but if I go to a wedding or conference or something else along those lines involving a gathering of strangers, it upsets me to no end if I am over- or under-dressed for the occasion. I don’t know why this is, especially since I used to dress like a freak when I was younger and somehow never noticed the hordes of people staring at me while my family cowered in shame. You are supposed to get more confident and comfortable with yourself as you age. This is exactly the opposite for me.
OK, now you know a bit more about little old me. (The list could go on forever.) Wasn’t that fun? I thought it was. Seriously! I am supposed to tag six people, but I am not going to fully follow the rules. I am tagging anyone who reads this post, but only if they want to write on this topic. There you have it.