Takin' The Plunge

I have been tagged by Barb and must post 7 random facts about myself or I will be dragged away by my hair and given 50 lashes with a whip. So I've gotta do it, as boring as mine are. Here goes nothin':

#1/ I can throw a spiral better than most guys I know. It comes from years of playing football with my Dad/brother/guy friends. Every time - a perfect spiral, right on the money. No shit.

#2/ I have had verbal altercations with both Pat Quinn and Pavel Bure (both were quite friendly). Pat's was after I'd unknowingly butt in front of him in a line up and he called me out on it. I loved it. And I made him sign an autograph for me in the deal.

My moment with Pavel happened after I saw him leave the rink after a Canuck's practice and brush off the kids who'd been waiting an hour for his autograph. I followed him to his car and, as he opened the door, I stood in the way and told him I wouldn't move until he went back and signed stuff for the kids. He did. :) I win. (Nice car he had)

#3/ I rarely sleep more than 5 hours a night. Last night it was 4. One day I'm sure I'll just drop.

#4/ I cry easily. Music. Sad stories. TV commercials (yes, it's true). I'm talking cereal commercials. I cried today when Linds showed me her report card.

#5/ I once drove to Penticton (a 4-5 hour drive) through mountain passes and winding, cliff highways without actually ever touching the steering wheel. I sat in the driver's seat and worked the pedals, eyes closed, scared as hell. My friend, Brian, "steered" from the passenger seat of my Chevy Nova (the entire way). The deal was this - we wanted to go up there and meet friends and:

a) he didn't have a license
b) I didn't have the guts to do the driving because I'm terrified of heights

Really dumb. I wouldn't advise it.

#6/ I was not your typical "bride". An hour and a half before my wedding I was suntanning in my parent's back yard and was not the least bit nervous or "panicked". My bridesmaids were freaking out and really sweating the "countdown" - me, not so much. And, after the ceremony (and before the reception) I was starving, so I made my ex take me through the McDonald's drive through (in my dress) and get me some fries. I then spilled ketchup all over myself (before the pictures in the garden had been taken). Oh well, I tried. That night, I spent my wedding night alone, as my ex partied all night at my cousin's house. What a tool.

#7/ I can't stand the sound/feel of silky scarves or pantyhose rubbing on me or together. It's like nails on a chalkboad to me and I don't really know why.

So that's it....totally boring. I know I had something better, I must've. But my brain's on overload - an example of this...today, when a customer bought $8 worth of lottery tickets I gave them to him, thanked him and proceeded to take eight bucks out of the till and give it to him. One of those days. I don't think I'm getting enough sleep.

Anyhow, I forget how many people I'm supposed to tag, so I'm winging it. You're up now:

1. whitenoise
2. jim dandy
3. junky
4. gled
5. tk

Oh, and because I don't play by the rules, here's #8:

I am a grunger at heart. A girl of the 90's. Always will be - that is my music and is "home" to me. This is one of my favorite songs (although it sounds like crap here and, to do it any justice, you must listen to it loud, on a good stereo of some sort. And the end is the best part, so see it through. And plug your ears because I'm singing. Loud.)


ah, hell, I'm on a roll.....