By dint of visiting someone, I have to do the "8 Random Facts" meme. I guess I wouldn't have to, but someone said do it, so I am. I just wish I could remember who...LOL!
1. Post these rules before you give the facts.
2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.
3. At the end of your post, choose (tag) eight people and list their names (linking to them).
4. Leave them a comment on their blog letting them know they’ve been tagged!
I'm only doing the first two. If you want to do the meme, you are welcome to it!
Eight Random Facts About Me
1. As a young child with no siblings, I was lonely much of the time. Whenever there was another child around, I would bribe them to come home and play with me. The bribes were usually things like promising them my tricycle or a favorite doll. It made my mom so mad that she would meet kids at the door and say "What did she say you could keep?" ......or "No, I will not allow her to give that away!" Most of the time they stayed to play anyway, but sadly, a few did not. I still remember how badly that hurt.
2. All through high school, I wanted to become an architect, but I was scared of math and stopped taking any math classes after algebra in 8th grade. It was then virtually impossible to become an architect if you didn't have at least a small working knowledge of plane geometry. After being accepted to a good university school of architecture, they told me I'd have to take plane geometry in summer school, and then they'd admit me in the fall. I took the class for 2 weeks and quit, which sealed my fate. At the time I said I couldn't handle the heat on the third floor of an un-airconditioned school. Reflecting on it years later, I realize I was scared stiff to leave home and go away for four years. So, I ended up living at home for 5 more years - and I graduated from a university in my home town. This is one of my big regrets. I should have finished plane geometry. After all, I had a B in the class when I quit. I would have been a heckuva good architect.
3. My big desire since the days of ancient history classes is to climb the pyramids at Giza in Egypt. It will never happen; I am getting to old to be able to climb the height of those huge blocks of granite or whatever they are made of. Maybe in the next life....! I will have to be content with climbing to the top of a smaller pyramid in Mexico, at Chichen Itza, which we did in the 80's. Another desire is to walk the Great Wall in China (at least for a little way). That one is slightly more attainable, I think. Know what mr. kenju calls Chichen Itza? "Chicken Pizza" (it drives me crazy, and of course, that's why he does it!).
4. One of my very best friends died of colon cancer at age 77 back in the 90's. She had not had any colonoscopies since she retired (at age 68), because her insurance covered such a small amount of the total cost, and she was on a fixed income. She simply could not afford to pay the $1400 it would have cost her at the time. But that decision eventually cost her her life. I resolved then and there to always have a colonoscopy when it was time for one, no matter what my financial circumstances were. Colon cancer is the most curable type of cancer if it is caught early enough. All you need to do is have a colonoscopy at age 50 and have another when the doctor tells you it is needed, usually in 10 years, unless they find polyps, and then you may have to do them more often. Of course, the idea of having one (or getting ready for one) is distasteful and sometimes embarrassing. So what? Would you rather be embarrassed by that test - or find yourself dying of colon cancer because of not doing it? The choice is yours.
5. I like to play with paper dolls, and have since I was about five. I haven't done it much lately (LOL, except with my granddaughters) but today I picked up the latest page from Mary Engelbreit's Home Companion Magazine and started cutting them out. I'll show them to you later. I used to have a subscription to that magazine, and I faithfully kept all the paper dolls from each issue. I think I must have 40-60 of them. They are saved in a plastic box, until such time as I could cut them out. I think that time has come! They aren't doing us much good in a box, are they!?
6. Someone asked me last week....."How many blogs do you read everyday?" I laughed, since my blogroll shows 123 blogs in it. If I read every one of them every day, I'd do nothing else but read blogs! Bloglines came to my rescue. I set up an account with them and entered the blogs I wanted to subscribe to and now, when I click on there - all the blogs with new posts show up in bold print. It sure saves a lot of time! Now if I could just figure out why some blogs won't work through them. I think when you set up your settings, you have to click on something that says "allow rss feeds", or something like that. If you don't do that, then no one can subscribe to your blog through Bloglines at least, and perhaps no other feed service either. Check it now, huh?
7. Boy, this is getting hard. I have already told you so much on this and my former blog; there's not a whole lot left to tell. Regardless of the fact that my title is "Imagine What I'm Leaving out" - there ain't much that's missing!! How about this bit of exciting news? I have a file cabinet with household, insurance and bank information dating back to the 70's. It really needs to be cleaned out, and the majority of the contents should be shredded. But see, I can't do it without mr. kenju here at my side, because as sure as I start - he'll come up and say "What'd you throw that away for? We might need that someday if we're ever audited." It's a real dilemma, folks, and as Jeff Kay on the WVSR would say......"I can't have that!"
8. Almost done.....whew.......what small tidbit can I confess to this late in the game? I had my tonsils removed at age four. I can still remember the dreams I had during anesthesia. I was trapped in a net attached to the ceiling of the operating room; lying up there watching the surgeon operate on me. Now I would call that an OOBE - or out-of-body-experience, but then I had no idea what it was. I had another one while I was getting married. I was standing on the altar and I heard every word the priest said, but I was up in the balcony watching all the action. It was sort of fun and scary all at the same time. Have you ever had an OOBE? (being drunk at the time doesn't count!)