Scooter Mac tagged me. It’s strange how my threshold for this sort of stuff changes over the years. I remember when I got my first e-mail chain like this, and I was all gah-gah, thinking it’s the coolest thing since my first (snail-)mail chain letter. I wonder how long it will be before I start shredding/deleting/otherwise ignoring these blogger-meme-taggy-things.
God … who knew I was so jaded and bitter! Here’s to another few years of learning more about my friends.
- I am terrified of the open water. A river, a lake, the open ocean … they all petrify me. I can deal with swimming pools, and in fact, I am a certified Advanced Swimmer (I went to summer camp a couple of years). I just have a deep rooted, irrational and pervasive fear of bodies of water where I cannot see the bottom.
- I love peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches … with cheese.
- I slept with my high-school science teacher (after high-school, yo!)
- When I was in middle-school, I asked my mom if I could go to the video arcade, and she said yes and handed me a couple of bucks. I was so elated I started jumping around … and knocked over an old lady and sent her glasses flying. Mortified doesn’t even begin to describe it. Since then, I’ve been super-conscious of how much space I take up (I am not a small person). A side-effect of this, I think, is that I’m much more agile than others my size.
- I took a poll of some friends in college, all of whom, for various reasons, spoke another language. I was trying to find the word for “love” in any language that to me actually sounded like love. It was/is Hebrew: Ahavah (pronounced AH-ha-VAH, if I remember correctly).
Who’s next? I choose Kurt, Martino, Duffy, Autumn, and Ben Forta.
Dude, you actually know the angry little tank guy?
Terry:
yep…angry little tank is on the Gryphons Rugby Team… the title of his blog is totally appropriate.