Tag, I'm It.

Or so the lovely, unbraided Karen tells me.

The rules: 1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts. 2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves. 3. People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules. 4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and that they should read your blog.

Ready? Set? Go.

1. Lately I spend a lot of time on craigslist perusing apartments in the tri-state area. I'm starting to look forward to starting over in a new home. Being here with my parents makes me feel like I'm trapped in some sort of eternal convalescence, unable to entirely heal. Speaking of craigslist, I often judge an apartment by criteria that are less than standard. For instance, grammar in the ad. I don't care if it's the most beautiful, least expensive, safest apartment on the planet with the best feng shui, ever, I'm not gonna rent it if it says what this one did: "beautiful 2 bedroom apart. all hardwood floor, very clean, fleshly painted just!!!" And yes, that's an exact cut-and-paste quote.

2. On the other hand, my mom and I just spent a lovely 90 minutes on the front porch with a pot of Earl Grey and the Sunday New York Times diagramless, which wouldn't have been possible if I lived somewhere else.

3. I just used the phrase "hot, soapy antelope" in a conversation, and it was entirely non-sexual. Seriously.

4. I'm currently in training for the Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, DC, in late October. I still find this decision quite startling, because I've never been particularly athletic. In fact, I once flunked gym in high school.

5. I ran out of either steam or wine at four things, because now it's two days later. Apparently I wasn't very interesting Sunday night.

6. I have a black-and-white one-eyed (enormously rotund) cat who is the most traumatized kitty ever to roam under the bed. Every time I sneeze, she leaps up and bolts out of the room in terror. I have bad allergies, so it happens several times a day.

7. One of the most enduring memories of my husband is that, even on one of the last days we shared, he went without cereal so that I could have milk for my morning tea. He was just that kind of man. And my life will never be the same without him.

And now, even though I'm going to be slightly nonconformist and not tag the requisite number of people (because I can't tag Tori, since she tagged my tagger), I now bonk

Sherry
fiat
and....maybe I'll think of someone else later.