Joy tagged me to do a list of 8 random facts or habits about myself. Since I've never been tagged for anything ever before, I think it's kind of exciting. I'm also the sort of person that gets a secret little parenting thrill signing up to bring something for my daughter's class parties. I know. World class dorky.
But I figure 8 things about me puts me 8 things closer to 100 so it's really win-win. I think I'm supposed to tag some other people to do the list too. I'm thinking 8. Only I'm not going to. Not because I'm lazy but because I lack blog self-esteem and I'm a low pressure sales girl. So if you do it, you do it. And if you don't you don't. But let me know if you do though. Because I'm dorky like that, too. Here's mine:
- There were 10 people in my graduating class. No really. 10.
- Jack Wagner once said my name. At the stage door after a Broadway show my friend got next to him for a photo. Close proximity to Frisco Jones short circuited my brain and I forgot what I was doing. The friend repeatedly said my name and told me to hurry up and take the picture. Jack himself finally got tired of waiting and called my name and told me to take the picture. I like to tell people that she may have a photo but it's my name he knows.
- I have no depth perception.
- I've been to 2 Barry Manilow concerts. I also liked New Kids on the Block. The NKOTB thing is much more embarrassing. I was a Joey girl.
- I cannot remember sequences of numbers. Regardless of the significance of the numbers. It took me years to master my own social security number. I have to keep my ATM PIN number written down somewhere in my purse just in case. Please don't mug me.
- I have an odd Rainman-esque ability to do jigsaw puzzles quickly. People think I'm exaggerating until they see me do a puzzle. I'm pretty fast. I wish this were the sort of skill that gets you a raise at work.
- My daughter is named Georgia because that's where my husband and I met. It makes me smile every time I tell people that.
- I threw a flaming marshmallow on my brother's arm when I was 13. My mother didn't know until 10 years later when I laughingly told the story over lunch to my brother's then girlfriend.