Bill tagged me a while ago. He says he tagged me because he wants to learn something about me, which is clearly very sweet. But for some reason, I did not have a positive response to this. I became all snitty. I thought, “Games like this are just another way the Internet lets us hide our true selves. Yeah, I can dig out eight random, meaningless facts which have nothing to do with who I am really. But what purpose does that serve?”
This may be the sign of a collision between real me vs the Grrlie Blather character that writes this blog. I’m not sure there’s a huge difference between the two, but obviously I select things to write about and leave out other stuff.
Here are the rules:
* We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
* Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves. Okay, it says eight random facts/habits…so maybe it is okay to keep this fun and light. My inner Debbie Downer needs to lighten up.
* People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. I’m not so sure I want to do this part. If I don’t tag anyone, will bad luck befall me in the next 15 minutes? Will I be in a car accident later today?
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog. People are busy. Their lives are full. How can I possibly add one more thing to an already busy person’s life?
Here I go–Grrlie Blather’s Eight Random Facts/Habits:
1. The Scout and I once flew under the Brooklyn Bridge in a helicopter (pre 9/11 of course). The Scout was working on a Sony commercial, and we spent an entire afternoon flying over lower Manhattan. I get motion sick easily, so I sat in the back and snacked on Vanilla Wafers while enjoying the view. I like the island Manhattan…
2. I have lived in the same house for almost 25 years. This is in contrast to (or direct relationship with?) moving every two years (at least) up to the age of 12.
3. When I was 12, I found a four-leaf clover. Soon after that, my dad got a job on an American Air Force base in England; he had been trying to get a job in “that green and pleasant land” for some time. That the universe sent me an Irish sign about moving to England is proof that there is a divine sense of humor. It’s also proof that signs are more likely to be signs in hindsight.
4. I had my two children at home, and I’ve never been a patient in a hospital for more than 4 hours (one minor outpatient surgery). So I’m very thankful to be healthy. Wait, my left knee has started to hurt for no reason…make that ‘healthy and aging.’
5. I am named after Ava Gardner. No, my real name is not Ava. When my dad was a young GI in England, he saw the movie Mogambo. Clark Gable (as Victor Marswell) called Ava Gardener “Kelly” — her full name was “Honey Bear Kelly.” My dad was so wowed by Ava that he vowed he would name his daughter Kelly. Thanks, Pop, for leaving out the Honey Bear part.
6. Before I had kids, I leaned toward the behaviorist side of things. I think this is common for someone who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s–it was very fashionable. Once I had kids, I realized that genes play a gigantic role. They come out like they come out. As a parent, you simply work with the material you have. And I do mean work. Here’s the debate.
7. When I play Scrabble, I just want to make the most interesting words…I don’t really care about the score. It bugs me if I have to put a short boring word like “six” just so I can get a triple word score. I don’t play much Scrabble.
8. I’m a tennis fan (Roger Federer) and a baseball fan (Dodgers). I love it when the Dodgers win at home and they play Randy Newman’s I Love LA. Never say that Angelenos can’t stand irony. We know what we have (a lot), and what we don’t have (a whole lot). Scroll down for the song.
There. That wasn’t so bad. I’m still reticent to tag others, though I would like to tag KP but KP isn’t blogging (yet). Send me a comment if you want to be tagged. In the meantime, you can check out Rhea’s answers at The Boomer Chronicles. She didn’t tag anyone else either.
UPDATE: Now tagging Aaron who has been on a writing tear since hitting the STL.
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