Rules: If you're tagged you must list 6 random facts about yourself - 3 true 3 false, so people can guess which are which. Then tag 6 people to do this meme.
Funnily enough, we did something like this at a "diversity workshop" at work last week...
1) I landed an airplane when I was four years old.
2) I have been to Rome.
3) I went to elementary school in the Zuni Pueblo.
4) I have a large family.
5) Edward Abbey was one of my writing teachers.
6) I don't like large, ostentatious jewelry.
I'm supposed to tag people, but since I've seen this on many folks' journals already, I'm probably the last. If you want to do it, go ahead!
I had a great dream this morning. Emeril, Bobby Flay, and Doctor Four were all in it. I woke up when I was trying to find a plug to recharge K-9. The food at the little hole-in-the-wall Chinese place we ate at was marvelous... I doubt any such place really exists, of course.
What is the point of chilling cookie dough for an hour when you have to warm it back to room temperature just to roll it out?
I've never had fingernails this long (usually they're very weak and brittle and they crack and break easily, but I've been babying them). How do people keep from cutting themselves on these wacky things?
I managed to get to the gym on Tuesday, but my resolve faltered again this morning when I was simply too tired to get up when the first alarm went off. Yergh. And since I'm bringing food tomorrow (yet another birthday), I don't like to leave it in the car for an hour (it's usually already in the 90's these mornings - it's been hotter than hell).
The worst thing about getting home so late is that it GETS late very fast. I still haven't really adjusted to these hours. I never seem to have time for anything at all, especially when I'm cooking things. It's already nine and I haven't gotten my cookies in the oven yet, but at least the potato salad is done.