I haven't been tagged in awhile, but I guess I'm "it" again, thanks to Carabee. So here goes: Six Unspectacular Quirks about me. I really am curious why they must be UN-spectacular, though. I'm not sure how many of my readers don't already know at least most of these things about me, but since I have a few relatively new readers, perhaps this information will be at least mildly interesting to someone out there.
Per blog-tagging etiquette, here's the rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you
2. Mention the rules on your blog
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours…
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.
Here are my six UN-spectaluars:
1. I like to mow the lawn with our big-ass lawn mower. I think the bigger the ass on the mower, the better. Five acres at a time is about enough, though. I also like to use the chainsaw and do manual labor like shovel rock off a truck. I've always wanted to learn how to run a backhoe and an excavator and any other heavy construction equipment. (Does all this information only count as one?)
2. I miss the mountains. And the snow. And the ocean. And the Northwest wildlife and scenery in general. I don't miss the cost of real estate, though.
3. I love whitewater rafting and camping and hiking and mountain biking. None of those things carry the same meaning since moving away from Idaho and Oregon.
4. I have a computer obsession with Tetris. I can't let myself play it unless I really want to be stuck on it for a good couple hours. There's just something about trying to fit all those little boxes and shapes into a perfectly locked pattern. This would be the reason I haven't allowed myself to play in months.
5. I can handle working with severely emotionally and behaviorally disturbed teenagers--even the "scary" ones and the ones who cuss me out and make hate statements to me on a semi-regular basis--but a room full of two and three year olds will fast send me into a nervous breakdown and render me completely stressed out and emotionally incompetent.
6. While I'm "only" 36 (and a half, UGH!), my hair in its natural state is white. It's not gray; it's white. I would estimate if I went completely natural it would be at least 50% white and make for quite the salt and pepper look. I once let my roots grow out about an inch and a half just get an idea of how it would look if I let it go completely natural. I was thinking that perhaps the teens I work with at the group home would think I look more distinguished that way (and maybe would quit cussing me out--lol, not really). But I took a poll from the teens themselves to see what they thought, and they unanimously agreed that it wasn't really working for me. So I color it every six weeks. I guess this "works for me" because I got carded recently when buying a bottle of wine, and if my emotionally disturbed teen clients ever find out my true age, they are surprised and think I am closer to 26 (as long as they were not on my caseload circa my salt and pepper hair experiment).
So who am I going to tag? Well, I'm going to annoy some with this, but I'll tag whomever reads this and feels like being "it." I've learned from experience that tagging sometimes irritates and annoys people, and that the people I tag often don't want to play anyway.