I Got Tagged.

Here's how you play: Once you've been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 weird random facts, habits or goals about yourself, and at the end choose 10 people to be tagged. List their names and why you tagged them, and don't forget to leave them a comment saying (You're It!) and to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you so since you can't tag me back let me know when you are done so that I can go read YOUR blog answers...

1. I have an irrational fear of the toilet overflowing. I don't know why or when I developed this fear, but any time a toilet becomes clogged or overflows, I freak out - and not in a good way. I actually have nightmares about my toilet overflowing.

2. I bought my first car (a 1992 Chevrolet Cavalier RS) on December 23, 1998, when I was eighteen. I am now 27-years-old, and I still drive the same car. How sad is that?! My car has been through two accidents, several alternators, a catalytic converter and two exhaust pipes, a blown head gasket and a cracked head, transmission and radiator repairs, two break-ins, and almost 200,000 miles (and those are just the major things). Her name is Faithful.

3. When I was younger, I painted my bedroom hot pink in honor of my favorite wrestler, Bret "The Hitman" Hart, complete with a life size poster of The Hitman on my wall. At night when my bedroom lights were on and my blinds were up, my room looked like it glowed from outside, and you could clearly see the poster.

4. My mother says when I was little I would call my stomach my stummy, a combination of stomach and tummy. So when I didn't feel well, I would go around saying "I have a stummyache."

5. I was born on the Fourth of July. Up until I was 10-years-old, my parents would tell me that the fireworks were for me and that everyone was celebrating my birthday. (No, I wasn't gullible enough to believe them, just in case you were wondering.) One of my favorite things to do on my birthday is to go see fireworks, but I rarely get to do that nowadays.

6. When I was a baby, my maternal grandmother made me a little pillow. My mother says that even as a baby, I would refuse to go to sleep without Little Pillow. When I was older, Little Pillow was incorporated into my bedtime prayer, where I would bless all of my favorite things - "God bless everybody, especially Crackle and Pop (my pet mice), Baby Holly Hobby, Hello Kitty, Glow Worm, Good Luck Bear, and Little Pillow. Amen." As an adult, I still sleep with Little Pillow - and I still say the addition my mother and I created to my bedtime prayer, even though I no longer have any of those things except for Little Pillow.

7. When I was eight-years-old and in second grade, I was hit by a pickup truck while walking home from school. The crossguard had just told us to start crossing the street, and I was at the front of the line. With one foot off the curb, a 16-year-old boy late getting back to school thought he could make it before we started crossing. Ignoring the crossguard's stop sign, he hit me. The thing that upset me most about the accident was that my favorite sweatsuit was ruined (the same grandmother who made Little Pillow had made the sweatsuit for me). Apparently I skidded across the asphalt on the left side of my face, although I never got to see the damage. A sixth grade girl I didn't know rode with me in the back of the ambulance to the hospital. I don't remember anything about her except that we had the same last name. I never saw her again, and I'm not sure if I ever got a chance to thank her for what she did for me.

8. I choked on a sugar baby once because I was laughing at my boyfriend at the time. He had gotten a new credit card in the mail, and the company had put "Mrs." in front of his name. For some reason I found this extremely hilarious, and I started laughing hysterically, which caused me to choke on the sugar baby I had been eating. My boyfriend had to administer the heimlich maneuver on me. I wouldn't eat sugar babies for a long time after that, and to this day I still don't eat them very often.

9. I love cherries, but dislike almost anything cherry flavored (especially cherry flavored candy and Koolaid).

10. The summer between sixth and seventh grade, I broke my left arm running away from a bee (in my defense, the bee was HUGE - and scary). That summer, we had had a problem with carpenter bees boring holes in the wood fence surrounding our patio. That particular day, Natasha had ridden her bike over. Later, when we went to retrieve Natasha's bike off the patio, we saw the carpenter bees flying around her bike. I started to run around the apartment building to my front door so I could get my dad and tell him the bees had returned. In the process of running I fell, thus breaking my arm. I not only broke both my radius and ulna, but bent them both as well, so that my arm was curved. I had to have surgery to straighten my arm, before which the doctor comforted me by saying the worst he could do was snap both the bones in my arm in half. To this day, my left wrist and fingers are smaller than my right wrist and fingers, a result of having a cast on my left arm.

I am choosing not to tag anyone, because most of the people I would tag probably wouldn't take the time to do this. However, if you do want to do this, I would love to read your answers!