How can I say no to a friend?
I’ve been tagged by my Fellow Traveller.
So, now to the matter at hand. 6 Random Things About Myself.
Uh…. Hmmmmm….. six, huh?
1. I’m happily married to the man of my dreams… whom I met in an AOL chat room while living 1100 miles away from him! We’ve been together 11 years (from our first date) as of next week.
2. I once (24 years ago) married one of those “other” types of people… I think they’re called women. Ew. Actually, she was sweet, if a bit on the frigid side (I had to move to Antarctica to warm up!)
3. I come from a totally normal family; you know the type… the Cleavers? Though, I was nothing like Beaver. And my brothers weren’t much like Wally, either. Now that I think about it, we weren’t very much like them at all, except, well, we were pretty boring… unless you call a motorcycle gang brother who played in a rock band exciting.
(You know, this would be a lot easier if I wasn’t trying to keep it to at least a PG rating. Sigh)
5. When I was 16, I played leapfrog with our cat… a game I’d played with Sam for years. He’d be asleep all snug and cuddly on the chair, and I’d run and jump on the chair just missing him then over the back of the chair. Scared the poor kitty half to death! Well, sometime between the last time I played this game, and this particular time, I must have grown another inch or two… cause I hit my head on the ceiling and cracked it nicely open! My hot neighbor boy who was spending the night with me (I think we called him Reiny… his name was Reinhold! And yes, he was at my house because I was trying to get into his pants… and had almost succeeded before I pulled THIS stunt. So there goes my PG rating.) ran next door and got the neighbors older brother (long story, there) who was up visiting from Mexico and was another HOT adorable Mexican and a doctor to boot… oh I swoon just thinking about those two hot, hot, hot young men leaning over me…. Anyhow, another ER visit, more stitches…
(Hmm… detouring from my PG rating was fun, maybe I should take it all the way to XXX? Okay!)
6. When I was 24, and not so happily married to that “other” type… I was at the mall, went into one of those clothing stores that sell primarily to young guys, and …. no, can’t do this one… Definitely not PG.
6.1 One year, (I was about 26), I house sat for a cousin who owned a “farm” out in the country… okay wasn’t much of a farm, was more of a horse ranch… only ranch isn’t quite the word either… she bred Arabians. And she had this magnificent, glorious home she and her husband had built… and it was set into the side of the hill, so that you could walk around to the back and step up on to the roof. And did I mention it was out in the country? And that it was way secluded from people and the road??? So, there I was taking care of the house…. Did I mention that I’m not very good with “horse chores”? So anyhow, I was house sitting…. and it was a glorious late spring day, in the upper 80s… nice breeze; so I stripped off my clothes and just kinda hung… uh, yeah.. hung around the yard, and finally went around back and laid on the roof to get a good tan. Problem was, when you’re on the roof of her house, you can’t hear cars in the driveway… so there I was, lying on the roof getting my tan in my “altogetherness”. And all of a sudden I hear a step on the roof. I open my eyes… and there’s the 19 year old boy my cousin had hired to feed the horses…. He’s looking at me… he’s smiling… (Did I mention he was gorgeous? and that he had one thing in common with my cousin’s stallion? and that he seldom wore a shirt?) the rest takes us beyond the PG… okay, I passed that a LONG way back… but to go further would even exceed R. Ahh… the memories….
Next?
Jer, how ’bout’s I tag YOU back??? Came across this here:
I say … and you think … ?
- Ambition::
- Meatloaf::
- Celebrity::
- Coach::
- Slacker::
- Reflection::
- Original::
- Risk::
- Saved::
- June::
On The Road II 