Tag! I'm It!!

I've been tagged! My directive, and yours if I've tagged you, is to name seven random or weird facts about myself and to pass this on to five other bloggers. The problem is not to think of seven weird things. I can do this in my sleep. The problem will be to narrow the list. As I told my tagger, the one and only Allie Sheckels Townsend, I may not sleep tonight.

#7. I am a lyrical vault. If not for the embarrassment factor, I'm fairly certain I could win "Don't Forget the Lyrics." So...if you want to go on the show, I'll be your backup.

#6. If nobody reminded me, I would never change my sheets. Or clean the bathroom.

#5. As a child I practically lived on a diet of Catalina dressing, Pringles, and pickle sandwiches. (I mean, all together as a sandwich.) I had to eat them when my parents weren't looking.

#4. In sixth grade I was in the Kentucky state spelling bee. I missed with word "nucleus." My dad was a chemistry teacher. Oops.

#3. I'm obsessed with Little League cheerleading. I try to watch Dylan when I go to his games, but I hardly can. Those little girls say things like "M and Ms and Hershey Kisses, That's the Way We Kick Your Britches. Whoo-Whoo. Whoo-Whoo." I can't tear my eyes away.

#2. I may still be rabid. The week after Derby this year I was attacked by a dumpster raccoon in my condo parking lot. I opened my dumpster to throw away a water bottle that had gotten hot (because hot water is bad for you) and the little b@st@rd scratched me. Because he broke the skin I had to get a tetanus shot and the rabies shot series. On the bright side, I had little raccoon paw print tattoos, just like Eve. If you are ever bored you should call the communicable diseases hotline. For AIDS, press 1. For Chlamydia, press 2. For Syphalis and other sexually transmitted diseases, press 3. Rabies was number 4. I really wanted to wear a button stating "I pressed 4" when venturing to the Metro Health Department Downtown. You know, that may be a whole new entry....

#1. I am notorious for crazy automobile accidents, in fact involving the color yellow. We've discussed the bus accident in an earlier post. Let's not rehash that. My Junior year at Transy I was driving some friends from a Halloween party to a bar. I happened to be wearing a bumblebee costume, complete with antennae and wings. A lady leaving her second shift job ran the stop light at the corner of Fourth and Broadway just in time to total my little Nissan Sentra. As luck would have it, Transy's orchestra was finishing a concert at just that time. Our very dear President Charles Shearer walked up just in time to see the police officer walking around, antennae in hand, saying, "I have the bee hat. I have the bee hat." My sweet friend, Missy Smith Thacker ran down the street to check on me, dressed as an M-and-M. We were the talk of the tow lot even a week later.

Don't forget to let me know when you do your random facts. I embarrass myself--I expect the same of all of you.