Wednesday, July 18, 2007


No, I'M It!

Okie doke, after some not-so-deep thought, I've come up with my list. But first, the fine print...

-We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
-Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
-People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
-At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
-Don't forget to leave them each a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

And now, eight fascinating things about me:

1. I met The Squeeze through a pre-internet BBS system that he ran for the gay community in our city. I was leaving a message for a friend of mine, and The Squeeze started typing to me. I thought my computer was screwed up or possessed. We chatted on-line for a while, then on the phone, and we finally met in person the night before my 30th birthday, many weeks after our first on-line meeting. Our work schedules were hard to work around. We met at the local gay bar. He was there with a few friends, and I was there with a friend of mine who knew The Squeeze. My friend dragged me over to The Squeeze, introduced us and ran off. We spent some time chatting, and then The Squeeze took off with his friends to go to another bar. I thought that was the end of it. I thought I was being rejected. Twelve years later we're still going strong.

2. I have tried many hobbies, do them for a while, get bored and move on. Including, but not limited to: painting, ceramics, macreme, rug hooking, crocheting, stained glass, knitting, gardening, fishkeeping (twice), furniture refinishing...I'm sure I'll remember others later.

3. I love entertaining. Nothing gets me more upbeat than having friends over for dinner or drinks or just hanging out. It's the cleaning up beforehand that I hate doing, but I love when the house is clean. I love creating meal plans and preparing all the food. It's the overfunctioning that I learned from my mother.

4. I love getting my back adjusted by my chiropractor, but the thought of getting a massage creeps me out. Why? Because I am MAJORLY ticklish. I would giggle like a schoolgirl and pee my pants if I were to be massaged.

5. I broke my back in highschool. Lumbar 1 & 2, I believe. I had a tragic toboggan accident when I was in grade ten. One wintery Friday night I was out with a bunch of friends at the local hill and I was taking my turn going down. About halfway down I hit an unseen ice ramp someone had built. I was airborne for a while until I came crashing down on my ass, knocking the wind out of me. I stayed down in the snow for what seemed like an hour. All I could do was exhale. Breathing in hurt like hell. Everyone thought I was goofing around and I became the designated target. Luckily nobody hit the mark. After quite some time, I managed to pull myself on all fours and stayed in that position for a while. Somehow, I can't explain it, I managed to stand and walk, ever so slowly, to my friend's car where I was put in the back seat. Did I mention it was a 2 door? Bastards. They dropped me off at home, give or take a few houses, and I navigated the icy sidewalk and steps up to the house. Once inside I climbed up the stairs to my bedroom and stayed in bed for a couple of days. A few days later when I finally decided to go to see my doctor, he sent me for X-rays and when I saw him for the follow-up, he told me I had a broken back and that if I saw him the night it happened he would have put me in a body cast. He was amazed that I was walking. Who knew?

6. I can't explain it, but I get VERY emotional when I read "The Road Not Taken". Perhaps it's because I long to find my own grassy path in need of wear. Perhaps it's because in some ways I have taken that path. Maybe it's the thought that I need to make decisions in life and I'm afraid to because I don't know if I'm taking the right path. Oy....moving on...

7. I have a bit of OCD regarding numbers and patterns. I like when things are divisible by 3. Anytime I read something - a book cover, a menu, a roadsign, whatever, I count the letters in groups of three to see if it works out. For example, my blog name: Fre akM agn etD ave. Whew! Yes! It worked out. Not sure what would happen if it didn't. Acutally, I do. I would add the spaces between the words, and if that still doesn't work, I'd add a space before the first word and after the last word, and if need be, the spaces above and below each word. Ya, I'm nuts. But not totally nuts. It's not like I think my whole family will die if things aren't divisible by's just nice when it works out. Alright, maybe I am totally nuts.

8. I'm a recovering Catholic. I went to a Catholic school from K-8, was an altarboy and was the recipient of every type of guilt known to man. After confirmation (their last chance to hook you) in grade 8, I pretty much cut my ties to that church. I'm hard-pressed to think of anyone I went to school with there that gets any kind of "warm fuzzy" when they think back to those days. I think my biggest gripe with that church (and there are many) is the hypocrisy of many of the members. I saw some of the members doing pretty "un-Catholic" things, and showing up at church and acting like they are wonderful people. Bah! Who needs it? I remember one day I was discussing religion with a Baptist cousin of mine. I remember her saying "You preach your way, we'll preach God's." Bitch. I guess I really have a problem with organized religion in general. I'm spiritual, I have a higher power, and I'm good with that.

Well, my therapist has just informed me that our time is up, so I must be off now. To add some mystery, I'm going to list my eight people in white text.


Ummm...ya...white text. That's it.

Nice list. I remembered yesterday that Fluma had tagged me, too, so I better work on mine.

Oy vey to the hypocrisy at Church. No kidding.
Get cracking! I understand she's refusing to publish a new post until everyone she tagged does their list. ;o)
Yeah right. I've been the laziest blogger ever for the past month.

By the by, I get a little verklempt when I read The Road Not Taken, too.

I'm not sure why. Maybe because it's so full of hope and some days that's all I feel like I have.

And I'm not jwkjn
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