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Friday, January 16, 2009

I've been tagged in that weird and quirky sort of way

My friend, Debra, over at The Morel Family tagged me for a blogger game today. The rules for this game of tag are as follows: list six random or weird facts about yourself, and then tag six others.

The truth is I've told so many weird things about myself that I don't know if there is anything else to tell. Here it goes though...

1. I hate the feeling of paper. When paper grocery bags went out and plastic came in, I sang the Hallelujah Chorus at full volume. Now I use fabric bags so I don't have to touch paper, and I'm not assaulting the environment.

2. I have churned butter with a stick plunger in one of those ceramic butter churns, scrubbed clothes on a scrub board, rinsed them through a ringer, and hung them on a clothes line because that is how life at my grandma's worked when I was little.

3. I have peformed/ministered on stage in Times Square (corner of Broadway and 44th) twice as part of Project Dance.

4. I had a pet raccoon for many years.

5. I met my husband while I was on a date with a friend of his.

6. I save turtles. If I see a turtle on the road, I will turn around to go back and get it safely off the road.

Who do I tag? Hmm....

I tag
Jan
Linda
Tonya
Natalie
Amelia
And who else? Whoever wants to play!!!! Just let us know you are in!!

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