I've been tagged!
It's like I'm a real blogger now!! Between this and the Chronic Cab guy posting I'm beside myself with bloggiddiness. Wooohooo!
My tag came from my good friend, and sister in the bond, Angela at Mom E Memoirs
The rules: Link to your tagger and post these 3 rules on your blog.
1. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
2. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
3. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Just the facts:
1) I wrecked my car on Monday. Ok, maybe "wrecked" is too strong a word. But I smashed up the front pretty good. This constitues my first EVER accident as a driver. And my second citation. For "following too close", which was charitable. The real truth is that I was stopped at a red light behind a nice shiny pickup truck when I was struck with temporary stupidity and moved forward even though everyone else in my lane -i.e. the guy in the truck - knew that the light was still red. Derr...Prolly should have been inattentive driving. Which is a misdemeanor here in Idaho. And misdemeanors are only cool and fun if you are a sexy rapper chick.
2) I was adopted by my parents through the State of Idaho's Health and Welfare system in 1974. That's old school, yo. Back in the day they didn't give you very much information about your bio parents, or the circumstances surrounding your adoption. So all I know is that my bio parents were very young, 16. My bio father was a pot smoking Mormon boy - oops! And my bio mom was a knocked up Catholic girl who got sent to the school for pregnant teens. I have some sketchy physical descriptions of them both, and based on those I bet I look a lot like my birth mother. The mystery about my particular adoption is this - I was in foster care until I was 7 weeks old. Which is unheard of. Babies are usually whisked away in days. (Baby Deborah Doe was my name those long weeks...) My mom doesn't have any real idea why, but suspects that my bio father didn't know about the pregnancy, and may have ridden off into the sunset without ever knowing about it. So there were some procedural things that had to be done to waive his parental rights.
Either that, or nobody wanted me because I had freaky hair.
3. I can't drive a stick shift.
4. It bothers me that sometimes I come off like I am a real bitch. But not enough to stop being bitchy.
5. I made my first ever political contribution to the Obama campaign this week. I really do heart Obama. If he doesn't get the nomination there will be ranting. MUCH ranting. And cursing of Hillary. And then in November I will just have to go ahead and vote for her anyway. McCain makes me shudder.
6. You can take all the foods I don't like and make them into an omlette: eggs (except I like them scrambled and in egg salad sandwiches), sausage, green peppers, mushrooms, and swiss cheese. And then I guess you would have to have some black licorice for dessert.
7. I self edit when I write the blog because I kinda know who reads it. But contrary to what she thinks, it's not because of my mother. HI MOM!
Ok, I tag Scarlett, Zoe, Sally, Beege, Darcy, and I would tag my friend Little Stassie Sunshine, but she won't tell me what her blog is! ;P And Sara and Aunty M too...what happened to your blogs girls?
And now, since I have in my profile that I am a scrapbooker, I thought I would share a couple layouts that I'm working on. From the baby book that Mr. G was just SURE would never happen (Hellooo! Chip on your shoulder much? Second children...)
I am terrible about keeping track of the supplies I use. Sorry! But I think all these began as Becky Higgins sketches. I use PSE4, and the supplies are mostly from Scrapgirls, Shabby Princess, and Two Peas in a Bucket.