Tag, I’m It. Maybe You’ll Be, Too.

So, someone who I had no idea reads my blog decided to involve me in this self-indulgent, blog-pimping tag thingy. People, it’s like I’m at the playground during recess, and I’m 7 years old, and I’m watching some kids play chase out on the field, WHILE I’M ON THE SIDEWALK PLAYING HOPSCOTCH, and one of my classmates who actually sits across the classroom from me so I haven’t really gotten a chance to know her very well, except we go to the same church, runs up to the sidewalk just as I’m leaping over the square with the “5” on it, and tags me. I’m “it,” and I have to find someone else to tag so I can resume my ever so strategic game of hopscotch. I mean, that’s the rule: If I’m “it,” I just can’t go back to hopscotch as if nothing happened. People scatter, and they laugh, I survey the scene, and the pursuit is serious. I cannot stay “it” for long. I’ve gotta get rid of my “it”ness. That’s the fun of it. That’s why I’m playing. 

Without further ado, here are the rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you and list these rules on your post.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post, by leaving their names, as well as links to their blogs.
4. Comment to the people you’ve tagged and let them know they’ve been tagged.

Kim Jarvis tagged me. She’s the wife of the younger brother of a guy in my home ward who was in my graduating class. She and her husband visited NYC a few weeks ago, and they had no idea I live here. See? See? And now, I’m convenient to her for this tag thingy. 😉 Kidding. This is gonna be fun.

1. I teach early-morning seminary, and this is something I really enjoy. It will be two full years this coming February. The kids sometimes (most times) intimidate me.
2. I like to say the word turtle at random times. My brother laughs at me whenever I do this.
3. I’m a pretty big Patty Griffin fan. I have a pretty severe tunnel vision about her. Like, I can’t understand why other people aren’t big fans.
4. I used to do the worm at young adult church dances. Get down on the floor and turn my body into a sine wave. Now, I can barely touch my toes. I’ve tried the worm since then, and the amplitude of that sine wave is pretty pathetic.
5. I am currently reading A Wrinkle in Time. I’ve just gotten to the part where Aunt Beast is singing Margaret to sleep. And yes, I cried. That’s really a tender moment.
6. I have over 1,500 blog entries so far, spanning almost 5 and a half years. I reached 1,000 over Labor Day 2007, so that means I’ve written 500 entries over the past 13 months. I believe this is an addiction.
7. I speak to my rabbits in a weird, grainy, high-pitched voice. That is all.

Oh, here’s the taggy part. Whom do I tag? A lot of the people who read this have private blogs, or they’ve already done this tag thingy. Also, how do I not think that the people I tag will feel like they’ve been targeted by a telemarketer or perhaps an Obama campaign canvasser (not an ACORN drunkard-wino)? Or a grizzly bear?

Okay, taggees. You don’t have to do this, but I tag Becky, and Ray, and Lisa (private), and Sarah (private), and Melinda (private), and Andrea HM and Andrea B. Also, if I didn’t tag you and you actually want to play, please, by all means, take it away. Hopscotch awaits.