Tag, I'm it.

I have been tagged. Not literally, since the source of this tag has claimed she actually hates to tag people, since it brings a sense of obligation to the taggee (tagged?). However, she did tell me that she wanted me to feel tagged, so I would post a new blog. Thus, the tag.

Five things you don't know about me:

1. I am ADDICTED to Dawson's Creek. You would think that the present Katie Holmes would have ruined this for me, but no. No she has not. I have dreams about Pacey Whitter. I NEVER would have broken up with him at prom. Pick me, Pacey. Pick me.

2. I sucked my thumb until about the age of 10. No exaggeration. It was just too comforting. I never used a pacifier when I was a baby. Why would I need some plastic replica, when my thumb did the job just fine? My parents had to go to the doctor for a remedy (an Ace bandage wrapped around the elbow, rendering the arm unconscious if held at a right angle for any amount of time) because I REFUSED to stop. Hence the extreme overbite of my youth.

3. I talk to myself in the shower. Not singing. Talking. Especially when I have a problem I'm trying to work out or have an issue that I can't just figure out. Sometimes it just helps to say things out loud.

4. I broke my collarbone when I was three when some cubbyholes fell on me. Sure, I was monkey-climbing on them, which I was not supposed to do. But I was three. Who *doesn't* want to monkey-climb when they're three?? I still have the groove in my collarbone to this day.

5. I refused to learn to ride my bicycle without the training wheels. Flat out refused. Until my three-years-younger brother did it. Then the gauntlet was thrown.

Sure, the first time I tried, I ran into a mailbox. Hard. But I shook it off, got back up, and tried again. Slower this time.

Enjoy!!