Monkling’s Blog

There’s this game of tag that goes on between bloggers. I got tagged by Kim so I’m it. I know a bit about the whole cyberspace world but this tagging notion is totally new to me. I’m egotistical enough to like the idea that someone out there even bothered to tag me so what the heck. I’ll play.

I’m supposed to list 10 interesting things about me. Yeah, I’m having a pretty tough time of it. I lead a pretty boring, average life. How about strange, unusual & odd stuff?

1. The fact that I don’t lie is not entirely rooted in moral values. I suspect that I would be more inclined to lie if I were able to get away with it. The sad fact is, I can’t lie because the truth is written all over my face. Then there’s the laziness factor. Lying takes work. You have to come up with a story and then you have to remember what it was you said. That’s too much work for me.

2. I am way better at expressing myself through the written word than though talking. There must be a loose wire someplace in my head because if I were to attempt to relay a story both verbally and through writing, the written version would be twice as long. It’s like words somehow get lost on the way out of my mouth.

3. No matter how much alcohol you pour down me, I still will never get up in front of a mic at a karaoke bar.

4. I am always on time or a few minutes early. This is a result of something that happened back in 5th grade. I was monitor for a first grade class. Monitors had to get to school early. I was always late and, as a result, fired from my monitor job. I’ve never been late for anything since, at least if I could help it.

5. If I had known there was such a job as a CSI, that’s what I would have become. When I was a kid, I loved detective stories, writing, and science. I wanted to be a detective, a writer or a scientist. Why didn’t anyone ever tell me I could have done it all?

6. Thanks to Steve & the emergency C-section I had, I will never be able to wear a bikini. Fine. I wouldn’t have worn one, anyway, but at least I can blame him for it. Blaming other people for stuff is fun.

7. I know how to do medical-type stuff like EKGs & venipuncture. I will, however, never go back to doing that. I have no desire to shave men’s chest hair or move a 55-DDD sagging breast to stick on an electrode. I no longer have the patience to deal with some elderly woman smacking me on the arm because she thinks I’m pumping up the blood pressure cuff too much. Thank you but I will stay home doing webmaster stuff and thinking up excuses why I’m not writing.

8. It drives me up a wall to not be able to do something myself and having to ask for help. As a result, this whole tendinitis/tennis elbow stuff is annoying as hell & making me very cranky. “I need to go to BJs and buy some huge cases of bottled water. Oh, wait! I can’t do that because I can’t pick the damn thing up.”

9. Here’s a weird fact no one knows. When I was in kindergarten, I was real friendly and outgoing. I had 2 boys in the class who used to fight over which one was going to marry me. I have no idea what changed me into a shy, withdrawn kid after that but I blame that mean bitch of a kindergarten teacher.

10. I’ve never grown up and still prefer toys to clothes.

I’m supposed to tag 5 others now. Problem is, I don’t know enough bloggers to tag, some already have been tagged and I don’t feel like having people irritated with me if I tag them and they don’t want to be tagged. Does that mean I get demerits because I didn’t follow the rules?

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