ARGH! I’ve been tagged, like a cow, or a sheep, or some other distinctly unflattering farm denizen. Ok, more like a paint-baller, but whatever.
Anyway, this is going to be hard since I’ve already done at least a couple of these things before.
7 Things You Don’t Know About Me
- I had a Naval Academy appointment. Turned it down because I was a vapid, self-indulgent teen-ager, yes. Some days I regret it, and some days I don’t.
- My first “job” was as a volunteer for the Humane Society. The then-director used to go to the pound, pick out a few dogs, pay the adoption fee from her own pocket, and take them back to the HS to put up for adoption. Looking back, she was a bit of a loon, I think.
- I used to ride dressage on a huge Percheron-breed named Steeler. Most. Boring. Sport. Ever. Bastard stepped on my foot once while watering after a workout. I *still* have that mark, 20 years later.
- I have three tattoos. The only visible one is on my left ankle, a stylized representation of the goddess Diana, with drawn bow.
- I used to be a painter at an Industrial Painting company. These days I just don’t have the time. Plus I have this whole problem with going to That Place, the place where the creativity is…it’s a very selfish thing for me (for LOTS of artists), and I have a husband and children who would miss me.
- I have killed a poisonous snake with a knife. I was about 16 – therefore immortal – and it was a truly foul-tempered cottonmouth. I pinned its head down with a stick then lopped it off with a diving knife. And that seemed to satisfy its curiosity.
- I own 50 domain names. They’re a perq of my job and I’m a complete freaking pack-rat apparently.
There, wasn’t that fun? Ok, part of this whole meme thing means I have to in turn tag 7 other Twitterites, so here goes:
Enjoy, suckers.