Since we didn’t have any playground equipment on our school grounds growing up we played a lot of tag (and four square…I love that game!). Looks like I get to relive my tag-playing days. My friend Phil Gerbyshak just tagged me in his fun and enlightening blog.
So, here’s how this works…I share five things that you might not know about me. Then I get to run and tag five other bloggin’ buddies. Thanks Phil! What a fun way to Escape Adulthood today!
Here goes…
1. I met my husband Jason Christmas caroling Dec. 13, 1994. I was 16, he was 18. We were two of the twenty-some friends who got together to carol around town in the snow. It’s funny to think about the fact that the first time I met Jason I was wearing a Santa hat, red tights, rudolph boxers, an oversized sweatshirt and black combat boots (Hey- they were “in” then!). How did I not scare him away?
2. I am the nickname girl. I LOVE to call people by nicknames. I also love it when people call me by a nickname. Some of the nicknames I have are: Kimmy, Kimmers, Kee, Joobie, Jooblet, Bimmy, Snibbs, Big Bird (I don’t care for this one!), Sweet Chunk (Not too fond of this one either.).
3. I actually like smoking cigars. I’ve only smoked a few…all of them with my Dad. (I was his last attempt for a son. He got four daughters.)
4. I am officially a GTD geek. I love it!
5. I am growing my hair to model after a male Christian rock star, Phil Joel. I’ve always loved his music AND his hair. I’ve still got a few inches to go, but I’m getting there.
That was fun! Thanks again, Phil! Ok, now for my five people…Chris , Kim , Eliz, Angel and Bernie. You’re it!
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Thanks for playing Kim. You shared some really fun stuff about you. I had no idea you were your dad’s last try at a son. I’m glad you turned out to be you!
Thanks for the invite, Kim. This particular fun guy seems to have an inexplicable resistance to the memery. I’ve tried to convince him otherwise, but, alas, he says nothing.
I am afraid of smoking. My friends tried to get me to smoke cigars with them on vacation (they had one every night) this summer. I wanted to try it but I just couldn’t do it. I love calling my dog different names. Hugoie, the Hughs, Hugolie Bugolie, today I called him Booger Eyes. Not nice, I know, but he’s a dog. Should I say I’m sorry?