3 Random Things

I've been tagged by Anne to post 3 Random Things about myself.

Here are the rules:
1. Post three random things about yourself.
2. In your post, link to the person who tagged you.
3. Tag at least five other bloggers. Let them know you've tagged them by commenting on their blog with an invite to participate.

Scary! I feel like I already post every minute detail. More than I probably should.

But here are my three things:

1. I have pebbles visible directly under the skin of my right knee. The summer between sixth and seventh grade I made a poor decision to roller skate down a very steep hill between my house and my best friend's house. To avoid going down the rest of the hill and into traffic on Main Street, I veered into the driveway of my friend's house... which was gravelled and not paved. No forethought on my part, obviously. I scabbed up both knees with that adventure, and after they healed the gravel remained in one.

2. I must have bangs. No matter how I try to vary my hairstyle, every hairdresser I've ever had has received the admonition to "preserve the bangs" in some state. This comes from being scarred as a child by my mother cutting my bangs to hang about two inches above my eyebrows. It wasn't pretty. I have pictures, but to see them you'd have to marry into the family somehow. And my kids are pretty young, so I'm safe of that shame for a few years.

3. The first boy I crushed on was named Michael, and he's the first boy I ever kissed on the lips. Just once, in kindergarten (But not actually at school. Make no mistake about that). We lost interest in that because he had such cool toys to play with. We'd pull the yellow mushy middle of a daisy out and peer at it under his microscope lens. And he had Barbies. Well, not really Barbies. They were action figures... Batman, Robin, etc. But to me they were close enough to Barbies. Michael had a cat that I was forever trying to catch so I could hold. The one time I caught that beast, I am not sure what he had eaten beforehand, but he... ummm... pooped all over me. The liquid kind. I'm pretty sure my crush on Michael ended that very moment.

That's it. In all its glory.

Now to pass on the baton, I tag Cassie, Kim, who for the love of Pete has had a blog for a month now and has not posted yet, Cheryl, Fran and KC.

I hope that's all good with them.