Wit and Whatnot

I got tagged last week for my second meme. Yay! I'd try for wit and whatnot, but the 2(.5) bottles of wine I consumed last night have severely infringed upon my abilities in that department.

Rules:

1) Post the rules, then list 8 things about yourself.

2) At the end of the post, tag and link to 8 other people

3) Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they've been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.

1. I have never been stung by a bee. As a result, I'm irrationally afraid of the little buggers. If you want to see hilarity, it's me knocking over chairs and such while running from a tiny little bee that's much less interested in stinging me than I imagine, I'm sure.

2. I once bowled seven frames without knocking down a single pin. Seven frames!

3. My mother doesn't always recognize my voice on the phone. She's my mother, for fuck's sake. It's not as if we're estranged and haven't talked for years or something. When I was younger, I called her at work every day. About three times a week she didn't know who I was. (I realize this is perhaps more about The Moms than me. Eh. Whatever.)

4. I think I'm about to enter a new career path. It's looking like it will involve technical training on the company's dime and time, of which I'm a fan.

5. Save the whole coming into the world thing, I've never been a patient in a hospital.

6. I have something akin to a freckle in the bottom of my left eye. It used to be shaped something like a cross; now it's more like a scalene triangle. The other day a woman in my office noticed it and asked about it. I've dated guys and/or known people for years who've never noticed it. (In case you haven't noticed, I tend to date shitty people.)

7. I drive a pick-up. It's a manual. I lost the spare tire almost two years ago. (Don't ask.)

8. I love shopping for shoes/buying shoes/collecting shoes. When I get a new pair of heels, I often have nothing to wear them with immediately. (Baby blue stiletto sandals with a rhinestone buckle, anyone?) In the past when this has happened, my various roommates have come home from work/class/banging the neighbor to find me strutting around in pajamas/jeans/gym shorts with my hot new shoes on, doing things like making dinner/folding laundry/cleaning out the litter box. I say all that to say this: I'd probably be barefoot all the time if I could. Illogical? Well, yeah.

I'm tagging Pissed, Brooklyn Boy, H, gn, Miss B... and Jamy! (Can't forget Jamy!) That's it, though. If anyone else is interested in playing, consider yourself tagged. (Eight is a lot to come up with!)