Tag!

Mrs B tagged me, and I'm afraid I've dragged my feet about doing this meme, but here you go. Six interesting(?) things about me:


1. I love reading. All kinds of stuff – novels, biographies, poetry, plays. Even technical research, if the subject interests me. As a kid, I used to spend weekends and holidays curled up on the couch with my nose in a book. I’d be completely oblivious to anyone or anything else. Drove my mother crazy!

I don’t have as much reading time as I’d like nowadays, but I read in bed almost every night, even if it’s just a couple of pages before my eyes get heavy.

Oh: and as well as “normal” books, I like to read atlases, dictionaries, street directories….is that weird?


2. I’m the mother of three sons. I never envisioned myself as the matriarch of a totally male clan – maybe that had something to do with being one of four sisters? So it was kind of a surprise to find myself in a house overflowing with testosterone.

I like it. Being the only female means I get to be Queen. No votes required, no democracy to get in the way. :o)


3. I’ll apparently be 50 next year. I’m still trying to figure out how the hell that happened. But while friends are freaking out over the impending “Big five-O”, I’m just quietly ignoring it. Because: a) I’m busy living my (slightly insane) life; and b) I have no intention of EVER acting my age. I’m quite happy to swing on the monkey bars at the park with my kids – except they think THEY’RE too old for that now….so looks like it’s just me. Oh well.


4. I hate revolving doors. I’m not scared of getting trapped in one or anything, but I have definite ideas on personal space…which many other people appear not to share. The confined space of a revolving door compartment is a little too cosy to share with anyone I don’t know and like.

The entrance to my office has a revolving door, and I have a habit of pausing, then stepping in at the last possible moment so that nobody else can get in with me. I’m sure it annoys the crap out of people who are in a hurry to get in, but tough. MY space, people, MINE!


5. I grew up believing that I was a klutz, that I had no sporting talent at all, and that I just wasn’t cut out for anything physical. Somehow in my 40s I ditched those beliefs, got fit, became a personal trainer and took a side-trip into bodybuilding.

Turns out it was a lot more of a mental challenge, and less of a physical one. Who knew?


6. I’m struggling with number six. Everything I think of, I’ve already written about on my other blog. The 13 surgeries I’ve had, the archery tournament I won when I was 17, my deep and abiding love for chocolate, my lopsidedness, the fact that I’m a natural brunette, how I met the love of my life at age 19 and we’re still together…. What more is there to say?

Yes, that’s a cop-out. So sue me.

I'm not going to tag anyone else - I'm always afraid that somebody will be offended at being left out. But play along if you like!