I've been tagged.
Christine got me this morning with the meme, 7 Things About Me.
Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they have been tagged and to read your blog!
Here goes nothin':
The college girls that come to my house on Monday nights tease me about having a "Death Stare." Apparently I have this hidden power to ask a question and stare them down until they tell me everything I want to know (and then some!). I prefer to call it active listening! For the record, I think I've given up plenty to them too--not very many people understand the significance of Diet 7-Up, girls! (It's probably better for the rest of you not to ask. It may cause us all to blush!)
I will always feel like a shy, little, fat girl, easily overlooked in the corner, taking in all the conversations around her, noticing what is unspoken and wondering what it must be like to be grown up.
I have an addictive personality and must be very careful to do all things in moderation.
I have a great desire to share what God has done for me both in writing and public speaking, but often feel frustrated at my lack of opportunity and God's idea that it is not the right time yet.
My perfect vacation would involve my husband, a remote location, leisurely meals with great food and conversation (I'm thinking two hours on a veranda with a spectacular view) , a stack of good books, quiet walks with cool breezes blowing over and meetings with God that wouldn't be forced to end when the sun came up. It would absolutely NOT include television, shopping or crowds.
Though I graduated twenty five years ago and have given birth to four children, I actually weigh less now than I did in high school (Don't think this is any great feat. I simply weighed too much in high school!).
I love to have in depth conversations with people, see how others think and find out what has shaped them into who they are. Because I like it when people are bold enough to ask me personal questions, I forget it can make others uncomfortable when I ask blunt questions of them. I hope they understand I am not trying to be nosy, only wanting to truly understand where they are coming from.
There you have it--more than you ever cared to know about me. You can blame Christine for it, okay?
For my part in this diabolical game, I tag: