In leiu of

eating my weight in sugar, I thought I would add my tagged self to this sugar doll bit. I think MamaK and Pom tagged me, so thanks ladeeez. Here's my ten.

1. I am not a long-term, life-planner, at all. My entire life's theory has been "let's see where this takes me..." and so far it's taken me to some fairly incredible places.

2. I tend to befriend some truly talented and motivated peeps. My oldest friend just biked 950 miles of southern NZ, and my college roommate has climbed the seven peaks, and is about to do a six month triatholon-thingy. You might think this could motivate me to some personal jaw-dropping aspirations, but I am more of a "sidelines" kinda girl. As long as I have some good lovin, good food, and good company...that's right. I'm good.

3. I lived in Mysore, India for six months in my early twenties, and shaved my head there. All the locals thought I was a mourning widow. "So sad," they would say to me.. "at such a young age!"

4. I poison computers. When I touch them, their internal wiring starts to melt and morph, causing crashes and unexplainable breakdowns. I am amazed that I am still blogging and such, at this point.

5. I know only half of my genetic makeup. My mother was adopted and has no inkling to know her birth family. Therefore, my dark eyed and olive skinned self looks not much like my father's English and German blonde side of the family.

6. I have helped at least 5 kids to not drown in my 4 years as a lifegaurd, in both in pools and rivers.

7. I sang in a children's chorus as a tween and won some major international choir competitions. I still love choral music and totally take after my father in that way. (he's the state fair whistling champ).

8. I loathe small talk and hate fake people.

9. I had a sister who was born and died on my second birthday.

10. I am completely confused about the culinary popularity of offal. If I never have to eat anything with liver or blood or stomach lining in it for the rest of my life, I will die happy. (this is difficult to admit, as I'm married to a chef and it's one of their "chef" things...)

11. I just stopped bleeding. 7 days of full bleeding=not fun. But emotionally I am feeling so much better. As Puffer so brilliantly put it- that was a bad egg I had in there. Who the hell wants a bad egg? Not me, thanks anyway. :)  Moving on...