Recently, my Bandita mate Donna MacMeans "tagged" me on her Pink ladies blog. Being new to the world of blogs and such, I had not heard about it. Having spent the past few days dredging my mind for 8 facts about ME...and worried that I might indeed be a boring person....I now understand why some say "Ugh."
As per Donna's post, here are the rules. Anyone that I tag at the end of it remember....I still love you!
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about herself.
2. People who are tagged write a post about their own eight random things and post the rules.
3. At the end of the blog, the person has to tag eight people and post their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment and tell them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Random Facts about Joan
1. I've always wanted to learn how to play the banjo.
2. I've won over 100 ribbons for baking cakes/cookies at the Kentucky State Fair (reference "nanny nanny poo poo" post.)
3. My favorite flower is the tulip. When I bought my house I paid premo bucks for Holland grade bulbs, in coordinating colors and planted them strategically around my house.
)*&&^^ squirrels.
4. I own a 3 foot, glow in the dark rosary. My 4th grade teacher was an entrepreneur with connections to the religious paraphernalia syndicate. I've never found a use for it but kudos to Sr. Anthony for talking me into buying it!
5. My favorite movie is STEEL MAGNOLIAS. I have most of the dialogue memorized but my favorite line is "There is no such thing as natural beauty." Amen, Truvy (says Joan who went to the salon today to get the works in anticipation of attending her goddaughter's beach wedding)
6. I own 15 different shades of OPI pink nail polish. Color of the day: Holy Pink Pagoda.
7. I drove over 600 miles around Ireland two years ago and only lost one hubcap and missed by THIS much running over an Irish road worker down in a ditch. It was kind of interesting being cursed in Gaelic. LOL
8. I have a bridge phobia. I can ride across but cannot drive across. On the rare occasion I have, I managed to do it by having my passenger talk to me about anything. It was not the best crossing with my brother insisted on talking about MY PHOBIA while I went across.
Now tag to Renee Halverson, Sara Reinkes, Robin Nevitt and Lisa Tapp
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Joan,
I can totally identify with #7 because the DH and I rented a car and drove all over Ireland too. Actually, I made HIM do ALL the driving. I'd made the mistake of driving in Spain a few years before and NEVER AGAIN! And especially not on the "wrong side" and on those bumpy little cow paths the Irish call roads. What is WITH those narrow roads anyway?
One of our guidebooks recommended driving the Ring Of Kerry in the opposite direction than most folks do. That way, you don't get stuck behind one of the 9,703 tour buses. Trust me, I'd rather be BEHIND one that have it barreling toward me on this 2 foot wide road with a stone wall on one side and a sheer cliff on the other! We nicknamed that drive the Ring of Terror. Couldn't get to the pub too soon at the end of that day.
Second most scary experience happened one night when we were trying to find "Aunty Lizzy's" house. DH has relatives in the North, very close to the border. Well, just like most of Europe, Ireland has almost no street signs and it was dark. DH's cousin Annette lost her bearings and we accidently went over the border into the Republic. They still had armed guards at the border then, and I am talking automatic weapons! ACK! So here is Annette jumping out of the car to ask directions from the guard who has this sub-machine gun slung around his neck!!!
Yes, I almost had a heart attack. But the guard quite kindly pointed us in the correct direction. And we finally DID make it to "Aunty Lizzy's" house, where I immediately asked to use the loo!
AC,
You are so right about the roads though there seems to be a major construction effort now so you don't HAVE to take the 2 lane ones.... but where's the fun in that? LOL
On my first trip I drove too. I had to put my goddaughter in the navigation seat because her mother, my friend Mary, was too petrified to read any signs. Of course, dear Lauren proceeded to read out loud the signs that said "Entering Co. Kerry. Road deaths 2001 42" EVERY county that child had to read it.
But by the end of that trip, I was driving like the Irish...insanely.
Oh, yes, driving on the wrong side of the road. Being back fond memories of thorny bushes scraping the side of the car and my brother exclaiming rather calmly every other minute, "OK we're about to go into the ditch." At least this was in a flat part of eastern Scotland and northeastern England, so other than getting our wheels mucked up in cow pats, our lives weren't in imminent danger.
Aunty Cindy: I was holding on to my sides howling with laughter. Perhaps you should have a regular feature "Dispatches from Ireland" to fulfill our weekly laugh quota.
Oh, my! I'm picturing you, Joan, wearing your glow-in-the-dark rosary, playing banjo, while sitting in the passenger seat of a car going across the Golden Gate bridge. =:-0
Unfortunately, I haven't been to Ireland, but do not imagine I will be driving when I go. I'll hire some flirty guide to drive me about. And when I'm there I plan to drag out the Southern accent for all I'm worth. Hey, being Southern has its uses! ;-)
Caren,
My Southern accent didn't faze the Welshman who I asked directions from. After we walked away his son asked why we didn't speak English!
OMG Joan, I have the same dang phobia! It didn't develop until we lived in Florida and I was driving over the bridge from Clearwater into Tampa, waaaaaaaaaaay up and over the inlet waters. UGH! I had complete control of my car, but darn if I didn't imagine driving over into the water with one good gust of wind.
Now I'm in big D with the super overramps of what is locally called, "The high five". Yeah like I'm getting on that!
I feel your pain!
Suz
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