I have been enjoying reading Lysa TerKeurst's blog lately and through a writing contest she held last week, I've met a few new friends. Amy Brooke is one of them and she tagged me with this meme today. So, don't expect any great spiritual truths in today's post. It's all about me-me.
The rules for this meme are: (1) Link to the person that tagged you. (2) Post the rules on your blog. (3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. (5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
1. I had a pedicure once - and it was a terrible experience. I don't plan on repeating it. I was anxious to begin with, because I wasn't sure I wanted someone inspecting my feet so thoroughly. I mean, really, feet are gross, covered in callouses and warts, hair on toes, and for me personally, some strange bumps near my ankle (which I tried to ignore until a "friend" started making jokes about my "tumor"). But, because the pedi was a valentine's gift, I wanted to go, to please my husband. By the way, I was pregnant with my second child at the time, which meant my feet needed some love.
So, I sat in a massaging chair and plopped my feet into the bubbling spa. The vibrations on my back released the tensions I so often hold in my shoulders and the quiet moments of relaxing made me realize why people enjoy this strange foot experience. Then, the lightening storm outside started sending electrical pulses through the system - lights flickered and I felt a shock come up through my toes and out my fingertips. It wasn't anything deathly, but remember I was pregnant, so I freaked out and took my feet out of the water and turned off the massaging chair. That was enough of that craziness - electricity and water don't mix too well. All the tensions returned to my shoulders and the effect of relaxation was completely erased.
So, now you know why I don't do pedicures.
2. I was born in New Mexico and grew up in the southwest, but my grandpa originally came from a small town in northern Minnesota. Imagine my surprise when I met my husband (in Chicago) and discovered he also was from this small northern Minnesota town!
3. I'm afraid of heights - I can't jump off a cliff into a lake and even going down slides at water parks makes my stomach ball up in knots. I don't like rollercoasters and though I have done a ropes course, I wouldn't want to repeat it.
4. I love to sing - I sing in the car and I don't care if anyone is watching. I sing loudly at church. Too bad I don't have much talent in that area.
5. I have scoliosis so one of my legs is slightly higher than the other one (due to the curve in my back). I use this as an excuse for my lack of flexibility and inability to perform anything athletic. (Maybe that's why I choose boxing as my favorite athletic activity!)
6. I still draw like I did when I was in first grade - I've progressed beyond stick people, but my noses and toes do not look normal. My six year old daughter can draw horses and butterflies, people and cats and put me to shame.
I will pass on this silly me-me to the following bloggers:
Robyn at Overflowing Grace
Tami Boesigner at The Next Step
Susan at Forever His
Denise at Shortybear's Place
Sharon at Quiet Reflections
Kim at Scattered Stones