as if i didn't hate winter enough i have to pay 1000 bucks to get tires just to drive in it...i am soooooo not a happy camper

So I got tagged by seminary boy#2 and then yelled at by both him and his brother to write 5 random things about myself. So much randomness hard to narrow it down to five, but here goes...

Random fact #1: I don’t eat onions, which is not unusual, lots of people don’t like onions, except I like cooking with onions. I love the smell they make when you throw them into a hot pan with garlic. So I put onions in my food only to spend 5 minutes a meal picking them right back out.

Random fact #2: I couldn’t do laundry properly if my life depended on it. I am capable of shrinking ANYTHING! Somehow even though I don’t use bleach and I wash on cold using liquid tide for cold washes, somehow clothes still come out with white “bleach” spots. I have also given up on separating darks and whites and am slowly bypassing the hamper. I take clothes right off and throw them directly into the washer, when there’s enough to warrant a load, I wash, dry and then live out of the dryer.

Random fact #3: You might not believe this, but I actually do write lots of blogs…they just don’t always end up actually making it onto my blog. I’ll have random things that I will want to blog about it I’ll start writing, get interrupted and save them on my desktop planning to come back and finish them later, which I obviously never do... At the moment I think I have files Blog #1-8 sitting on my desktop...also known as Superfatconball’s blog purgatory.

Random fact #4: I don’t respond well to physical contact. I think it causes strange biological reactions in me that usually lead to arms and legs flailing in the air, and me hurting myself from either me falling off desks, down stairs, running into walls etc.

Random fact #5: I am not graceful…*GASP* I know what a shocker. But I maintain that it I because I was traumatized as a child. See, when I was like four some stroke of genius inspired my mother to believe that stuffing me in a pink tutu and sending me off to ballet lessons would be a good idea...Except she signed me up for the same class as Amy since she didn’t want to drive us twice. So being at least two year younger and shorter than everyone in the class, my short legs couldn’t reach the stupid ballet bar and the teacher had to give me a stool on the side...scarring nicknames included her little squash and little elephant...and then there was that super traumatic event during our annual performance...you guys would love the story...but...*sigh* it’s just...too painful...

So I think I'm supposed to tag 5 people...I have no clue who still reads this thing...um...so it will be amy and michelle...i think you read this coz you love me (or are related to me)...grace hui, cho and jesse coz i read your blogs and it doesn't look like you've been tagged yet.....soooo....TAG! YOU'RE IT!!!