Tag?!
Alrighty, so I've never really been "tagged" on a blog before, but I can't back down from a challenge (Erika... :) ), so here goes! I'm supposed to list 6 facts about myself...
1) I hate peanut butter. This isn't a secret or anything, I just despise it. The smell of it kind of makes me sick! The strangest thing about my not liking peanut butter is that I like peanuts. And I like peanut butter candy, like when it's combined with chocolate. Reeses are probably some of my favorites! But give me a peanut butter sandwich, and unless there are no other options or I'm starving, I will probably give you a withering gaze of, "Puh-LEASE do not make me eat it!" Watch, someday when I'm pregnant, I won't be able to get enough of the stuff. Until then, please keep the lids on your jars, should you ever come to my place.
2) I learned how to ride a two-wheel bike when I was four. Looking at the four-year-olds I know now, that seems like quite the feat! I remember going into my mom and dad's bedroom one Saturday morning and begging my dad to take the training wheels off. He obliged (I can't remember how willingly...hmmm...), and I got on and haven't ever looked back. I guess I just wanted to be cool like the big kids who always rode their bikes in our cul-de-sac.
3) At 11 years old, I got to sing in General Conference during the only Conference that Howard W. Hunter was the prophet. I remember him coming in and waving to all of us children and how great it felt. I also remember practicing and practicing those songs...and the leader brought a tennis ball she had cut a slit in so it would open its "mouth" wide and sing. We were supposed to emulate that or something...
4) When I was in the 7th grade, I played on a Jr. Jazz basketball team. I think we won one game that whole season. And I didn't score any points, EVER. I sure did foul a lot, though. The "trading card" picture they took of me was classic. It's a nice shot of my 7th grade HUGE glasses and my awesome bangs in the oh-so-natural pose of holding a basketball.
5) I rock at the game Mad Gab. It's definitely not my favorite to play, but especially when I play with one of my siblings, we own it. I think it's from growing up with family members who mumbled a lot, so code breaking was a daily necessity. Also, I've found that if you slur the words together and try to say them in a Jamaican accent, usually you can get the phrase quick as a wink (or "quee cah saw ink").
6) I have never had stitches (with the exception of when I had a mole removed) or a broken bone in my life. For as clumsy as we Snows are, that's sayin' something! But trust me, I've had plenty of scrapes and bruises and other injuries to make up for it.
And so, I shall tag anyone else who wants to post 6 random facts about themselves! Good luck!
2 Comments:
I love that I just emailed you about how you love to play Mad Gab and then I saw this post. I rule.
May 27, 2008 at 12:49 PM
YAY thanks for taking the challenge I think you succeeded... You hate PEANUT BUTTER? How did I not know that? oh man I miss Mad Gab with accents, that's the funnest, and you do rock. So I really was going to come to Natalie's reception tonight and we got back home right before 6 and I just couldn't do it (3 hour plane ride with children yeah I don't know why I'm not sleeping.) But I guess I'll get all the details from you on Saturday right-o!! (and the details about other stuff too if you know what I mean.... wah chicka bow bow!)
June 3, 2008 at 10:23 PM
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