Hmmmm. I just got tagged by Jennifer over at Narcissistic Tendencies. Frankly, I think she's taking advantage of my blog-naivete, but that's okay! Apparently if you get "tagged" you have to share 7 little-known facts about yourself on your blog. Well, since I'm pretty much an open book, I guess I'll have to dig into the deep, dark past to come up with these things...

1. I used to be a very, very rule-bound individual. In fact, at the tender age of 5, I was a hapless victim of my insatiable need to gain approval by following the letter of the law. It was story-time and Mrs. Ahoyt was sick and tired of tiny little people requesting to use the bathroom. Certainly we could all get through one little story without a problem. So, she instructed us not to interrupt her for any reason during the story. When story-time was through, we all stood up to go back to our seats and Mrs. Ahoyt noticed the foul results of her strict instruction. Beneath my skirt, my panties were bulging with poo. I was prepared to just live with it, but she was mortified and my mother brought me a clean pair. Somehow, I remember taking the dirty pair home on the bus in a paper lunch sack. Surely, this must be some trick of the memory, right?

2. In junior high, I wrote a "check yes if you like me" note to a boy named Joey Minot who happened to already have a girlfriend. A mean, ugly girlfriend. Unfortunately, I thought it best to let him know that she was mean and ugly--in writing--right under the yes and no boxes. I never did find out whether he checked yes or no, but girlfriend Gwen proved herself both mean and ugly by threatening to beat me up. Another memory glitch--don't recall how I got out of that one!

3. I broke my arm on the teeter-totter my dad built (the same teeter-totter that contributed hundreds of splinters to my tender rump), my left ring finger on a four-square ball, and my foot while playing hide-and-seek in the church bathroom. I am indeed a delicate flower.

4. In my youth, I wanted to have lots of daughters with boyish names (like Teddi and Robbi and Alex). I had a list with at least one name for practically every letter of the alphabet. By the time I hit college, I was going to be a serious business woman (running a campground!!!), wouldn't marry until I was 30, and might have a kid or two. Yikes.

5. Every year of high school, I had a different best friend, except junior year, when I didn't have one at all. Cyndi was freshman year; she friend-dumped me because I told her I didn't think it was a good idea for her to have sex with her boyfriend. Sophomore year was Sherri, a senior who dropped me when she went to college (I understand, but it still hurt). Junior year was just darn hard. Jessie Fern (cool middle name, huh?) was my senior year best-friend even though I knew I wasn't her best-friend. Yeah. I'd never, ever, ever go back to high school for any reason.

6. I eat raw chocolate chip cookie dough and feed it to my kid. I know I'm in grave danger of salmonella, but I don't care. It isn't about the chocolate (I have other sources) and I actually prefer the dough without the chips.