So, I remember when I lived in Britain that I would occasionally receive these letters from people I didn't really know. I would get so excited about receiving them because a) I was in elementary and it didn't really take a lot to make me excited, b) It was real mail, which being in elemantary I didn't get very often, and c) it made me feel popular. Well my dad kind of burst my bubble when he told me that these letters were chain mail and a public offense. Since then, it seems like these chain mails, have made their way into email, boxes and finally blogs alike. I used to think that the email ones were lame...."you must send this to 5million people in the next 10 minutes or you and a family member will die" was often the end of the emails. Well for some reason, maybe because I think blogger is cool, or maybe my dorkiness has increased over the years, or maybe I don't care about clogging up cyber space or having myself and a family member die, whatever the reason, I am chosing to be tagged, by E-rob, and tag others in return. So here it is 8 things about myself that are interesting or not so interesting.
1) While living in Wales, my DAD made cheese. Welsh Cheddar in fact.
2) Because there were large quantities of cheese in my house/garage/car etc. I had a strong aversion to the stuff and couldn't even eat pizza because the thought of eaten bread w/ such large quantities of cheese on it, made me want to hurl.
3) Much to the surprise of many, I was VERY shy and insecure until the age of about 20. So much so that I would avoid many social settings, for fear that too many people would look at me! HA :)- how times have changed!
4) Although I pride myself in thinking I am semi Mac/computer literate, I do not know how to out links on my blogger, so you can click the text and it goes to the link outside of your blog.
5) While in University in York, my brother Ben, made up a toilet roll delivery company, with a website, t-shirts and everything, when the University stopped providing toilet paper in the toilets. It was called bogrollben.- Ok so this one isn't really about me, but I claim the ingenious invention through blood relation. (If you don't know what a bogroll is, you can ask someone who speaks Real English)
6) The only vegetable and really the only food, I don't like and refuse to eat is the Mushroom. Maybe it's something about the nasty slimy/spongey feeling of eating fungus that turns my stomach.
7) I went to an all girls school, until my senior year of Highschool.
8) While living in Wales, I had horses. Unfortunately it doesn't just stop there...I was quite obssessed for awhile...in fact I would dress up in my horse outfit (Hat, jacket, jodphurs, boots, crop- again look up the words you don't know) and would run up and down the hallway making whinnying noises. I would practise going over makshift jump courses I created, and pretend as though my horse was rearing and bucking....the unfortunate story does continue, however, I chose to stop here to avoid further embarrasement to myself and my friends and family.
OK- I think that's it!!!!!
I tag: Apes. Emily C, Haley H, Ryan, John A, and Angie
5 comments:
HAHA! Your horse story is funny. What a weird little girl you must've been. ;) Only kidding. Good job on the blog!
I accept!
i'm sad you hate mushrooms. i know they're not quite as tasty as dried beans but maybe you should give them another chance. portobello ones are a good start. they're more 'high class' than your traditional white trash mushroom. think about it.
Beki!
This post made me laugh, there are so many things I could add to your comments, particularly the horse one - remember that terrible jumper you would insist on wearing, long after you left the farm - it stank!
You could also have added that we (mostly you) used to give everyone code names for subtlety! as it turns out, we weren't nearly as subtle as we thought!
I miss those days - when you coming back to the homeland to make more fun?!
xxx
So in my defence.... the jumper thing.....ok there is no defence- i was told multiple times that i smelled of cow and horse poo, but at least it was only one jumper that smelled....or one outfit i should say.
Funtimes on the homeland!
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