Here are the rules:
1. List 7 random things about yourself that people may not know.
2. Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
3. Post the rules on your blog.
4. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
I got tagged by Cousin Lu, so here it is. My only thing is that I don't actually have seven random people to tag. I'm not that sociable.
1. I still sleep with my baby blanket. Yes, I am mother of two myself and I still sleep with my baby blanket. It’s a large blanket that my great-grandmother, Mom Broggie, made for me as a baby gift for my mother before I was born. She used a Sesame Street fabric and sewed the batting and the hem herself. It has a lot of sentimental value to me and it still gives me a lot of comfort when I’m upset or can’t sleep. Plus it makes a really great head wrap when I have a migraine. It’s not that I have some weird unresolved childhood issue and I can’t live without it, because I could. I just like it, so bite me.
2. I have seven tattoos. Most people know that I have tattoos, but some of them are not as, um, visible as others. So I will now document the location, type and meaning of each of my tattoos. My first tattoo I got was on my right hip. It was the letters “gha”. I will not say whose name these letters stand for. Suffice it to say that it was someone I thought I was going to marry when I was young and impressionable and phenomenally stupid. That tattoo is now covered by a Chinese dragon and three Chinese symbols for peace, the ocean, and strength. My pregnancy with the twins completely ruined this tattoo and the dragon now looks like a condor. Because I learn life lessons by the two-by-four method, I then proceeded to get my second tattoo several years later on my right shoulder blade of someone’s initials, yet again, except this time it was “BTG”. I won’t say whose name this is either, but again, someone I thought I was going to marry and was in fact engaged to. I really do have lots of common sense. I just choose to ignore it. My third tattoo was a series of Chinese symbols on my right ankle meaning “one love for all of your life”. This was during my optimistic, rosy-spectacled phase before I became the pessimistic, cynical individual I am now. My fourth tattoo was yet another Chinese symbol on my right forearm meaning “ocean waves”. The beach is the be-all and end-all of my life and I feel closer to God and home there than I do any other place on earth. My fifth and sixth tattoos were also on my right forearm. One is another set of initials, but I will love and be loyal to this man for the rest of my life. That man is J.R.R. Tolkien. I have a passionate and undying love for The Lord of the Rings trilogy and have had since I was seven years old. The sixth tattoo is an Elvish word also from LOTR, “namarie”, which means “farewell with blessings”. The Lady Galadriel says this to Frodo when they’re leaving Lothlorien to go to Mordor. I look at that one and think of blessings for my life with each new day. My seventh and final tattoo (for now) is on my left hand between my thumb and forefinger that has the letters E and J hooked together, the J attached to the E. These are the first letters of my sons’ names, and they’re twins, hence the attached letters. So that’s all my tattoos for now, but I’m seriously considering another one. They really are like crack.
3. I read. A lot. I know this was supposed to be random, and anybody who knows me knows I love to read and have since I was four. But what people may not know about that is that I read seven to eight books a week. I’ve been told that I read really fast and how can I get the information if I’m reading so fast, but seriously, I don’t think I read fast. Or if I do it’s not fast to me. It’s just….reading. I love it and I devour books alive.
4. My cars (thanks Lu!) are also named, albeit not with the Wizard of Oz characters. My first car was a red Volvo 940 and my sister christened it something that I can’t remember now because I’m old and decrepit. My second car was a green Acura Vigor and we christened that one the Green Goblin, especially after a fender bender coming home from ASU one weekend and having to stop at some hokey Wal-Mart in the mountains to buy bungee cord to keep the hood from flapping up in front of the windshield like in Tommy Boy. I was really mad about this. My sister thought it was hilarious. My present vehicle is a black Jeep Grand Cherokee and it is my mechanical pride and joy. My sister (who has christened all of our cars) named this one Black Booty. I decided not to get a vanity plate with this on it because it sounds like a really bad multicultural porn. Of note, my sister’s first car, a silver Volvo, was named the Silver Bullet. The Silver Bullet just got consigned a few months ago to a salvage yard with many tears and a goodbye party. My sister then purchased a little tiny Yarus go-cart and named it the White Virgin, aka Little Moo.
5. I snore. Really bad, apparently, or so I’ve been told. Like, hold-on-Bessie-the-tractor-trailer’s-gonna-crash type snoring. I’ve been told that I actually choke myself at night and I’ve woken myself up before because I can’t breathe. This is what’s called sleep apnea. My dad also has sleep apnea and has to sleep with a CPAP machine that pumps pressured air into his nose and mouth to keep him breathing and not snoring. It’s been recommended that I start this too. I told my boyfriend about it and once he finished laughing uproariously and picked himself up off the floor (at the thought of me in an oxygen mask at night), we decided this might be a good idea and a fantastic method of birth control to boot.
6. I’m a huge fan of the Ladies Man. I loved this skit with Tim Meadows on Saturday Night Live and when they made the movie I was thrilled beyond words. Ladies Man: Hey, baby, can I buy you a fish thandwich?” Lady: “C’mon baby let’s go back to my place.” Ladies Man: “Well, um, we could take my car, but it is nonexithtent.” I love it!
7. I anthropomorphize my houseplants. It’s true. I have a philodendron that was given to me five years ago as a Christmas gift. His name is George and he sits in pride of place on top of my entertainment center. George is great because you can talk to him and he just listens quietly and doesn’t give you advice. He doesn’t eat much but he grows really fast and grooming him is a very relaxing task. He has graduated from the little plastic pot he came in to a slightly bigger terracotta pot, and now to a nice big stone planter with little green leaves stamped on it, and a plant stick in his soil that says “Live your Dreams”. George is awesome. My boys say hello to George every morning and fight over who’s going to water him. My sister’s philodendron she got for Christmas five years ago died and so George, being an organ donor, gave us a little bit of root and stem to put in a jar with some water and try to grow George Junior. My sister killed that one too.
