6 Random Things About Me

I’ve been tagged by the fabulously talented Jen over at a thousand words whose challenge is to share 6 random things about me. Well here goes:

1. I hate fruit. Hate it. I aspire to be a fruit eater–it was one of my summer vacation goals, in fact–but it’s just not happening. I can maybe choke down an apple once a year, or a small chunk of watermelon if it’s a leap year, but that’s where I draw the line.

2. I love love LOVE comic book movies. ALL the Batmans were equally fabulous in my eyes–never mind that unsightly Penguin. And I’ll watch an X-Men marathon on TBS until G hides the remote on me. Gotta love that Wolverine. The cheesier, the better.

3. I’m a very picker eater, which makes me the menu orderer from hell. If you’re my server and you come to my table without pen and paper in hand–I’ll admire your confidence, but trust me–get your pen out. A typical order at my favorite Mexican dive might go something like this: “I’d like the Lunch #6 please. Can I get that with chicken? And no tomatoes, please. Also no lettuce…and no guacamole. And can I get the sour cream on the side? And is it possible to have that made with a flour tortilla instead of corn?” Yeah. I’m that girl. Sometimes I’ll be so embarrassed to order what I really want that I’ll just choose my order based on what I need to tweak the least. “I’ll have the caesar salad, dressing on the side” followed by a pouty, “thank you.” I try to make up for it by being a good tipper.

4. Even though I am typically Little Miss Independent–and my friends can attest to that–I’m all about male chivalry. I enjoy having the door opened for me. I was never this way until G came into my life. He’s spoiled me. To the point where I’ll just walk up to a door and wait for someone to open it for me…which can sometimes pose a problem when I’m not actually walking with anyone. Yes my arms work, but you know what–they’re busy holding a fabulous handbag. Now when it comes to car doors I’m much more lax. Do I expect the car door opened for me every time? Absolutely not. But when I spend 2 hours getting ready for a romantic night out on the town? You better believe it. Riding in an elevator with a male counterpart? He better let me exit first, or honestly–I’ll think a little less of him. Eek! This is turning into a dirty diva confession! So let me end #3 on a slightly less diva note–I certainly don’t expect a guy to order for me. Not even the most chivalrous man could pull that feat off when it comes to this picky eater…except maybe G–the man who started it all.

5. And speaking of G–I couldn’t think of 6 random things so I asked him to help me out.

G: Well…you grew up on a farm…
D: That’s not random. Or even interesting.
G: Well maybe not to you but it probably is to most people.
D: I doubt it. I’m trying to think of things people would never guess about me. Surprising things, you know?
G: Trust me. The fact that YOU grew up on a farm would be surprising to a lot of people.

So I’m giving G the benefit of the doubt. Random thing #5 is that I grew up on a dairy farm, spending my days on the back of a tractor, throwing hay bales around, and milking cows for the first 17 years of my life.

6. Which leads me to #6. I spit like a boy. Not the hack it up from your throat loogie (ew) but a nice clean spit. With some pretty good projection at times. I almost always have to spit when I’m running. And sometimes when I’m drinking. You can take the girl outta the farm, but you can’t take the farm outta the girl!

So here are the Tag rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you (i.e. me)
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Write 6 random things about yourself
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them
5. Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog
6. Let the tagger (me) know when your entry is posted

I’m tagging my blogging buddy Emily at imperfect, Christine at Green Acres Redux, my fabulous friend Sam over at Twitterpated Moments, Kelly from a thousand words, Bryn from Newlywedisms by Bryn, and my new friend Stephanie from The life and times of Stephanie W.

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