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May 05, 2008
I Need Six Volunteers
So, I was tagged by my blogger buddy Gene www.cabsareforkissing.blogspot.com and www.picturesfromataxi.blogspot.com.
I had to write back for instructions on what to do.
Having procured said instructions, I am now prepared to go poorly forward with the task: namely post the instructions here, write six random things about myself, and tag six other bloggers.
Counting the two blogs I mentioned above, that still leaves me four to go. This could be a problem.
However, I'll get to the two easy parts anyway.
The rules:
- link to the person who tagged you (done - twice)
- post the rules on your blog (here they are)
- write six random things about yourself in a blog post (it's coming)
- tag six people you know in your post (I do know six people, but I don't know six people that have blogs.)
- let each person know they are tagged by writing a comment on their blog (I will have to find five more people.)
- let the tagger know your post has been published. (I'm attaching the message to the carrier pigeon as I type.) (It's as tricky as it sounds.)
On to six random things about me:
1. I name birds and other wildlife that come into my yard if I see them more than a few times. My current favorite is a bird I named Chet - after the reindeer in Santa Claus 2 that doesn't fly exactly right. It takes him about three times to line up on the final approach to the large feeder - wings flapping all over the place.
I talk to them sometimes too. I have a chipmunk (named Boo) that lives under the concrete pad of my heat pump. It's about 15 feet from his home to the spilled birdfood on the deck. He's nature's little vacuum cleaner.
Well, I was out on the deck yesterday afternoon. I heard leaves rustling up near the house, and saw who I thought was Boo heading toward his house.
He came within two feet where I was standing, stood really still, and when I moved, he ran back behind the heat pump. That was when I knew it wasn't Boo.
So I said to non-Boo, out loud, with no embarrassment whatsoever, "you're not from around here, are you."
2. I park in the same place at the airport every week. For years I took the closest spot available, but paid for it by then wandering around when I got home looking for my vehicle, remote alarm waving in the air. Because I was never smart enough to write down where I parked, yet still had to solve the problem of being able to find my car, I found an area far away (it's a relative term at my local airport) that is available all the time.
3. I have my Delta frequent flyer balance back up to half a million.
4. I often wear a wedding band or my (large, and may I say spectacular) diamond ring when I travel. Makes things simple for me.
5. In almost 20 years of flying, I saw my house from an airplane for the first time ever in my life just last weekend.
6. I never have old maid socks when I do my laundry. Ever.
It might take me a while to find six people to tag. Maybe I'll print out some cards and hand them out in the airport on my way to Baltimore this afternoon.
(Breaking the rules with a number 7: no perhaps about it, I am the number one fan of the front man for the Dave Matthews band.)
Posted by Angela Tanner at May 5, 2008 11:18 AM