but i have been tagged by Dani and it's about time I did it - I have been procrastinating because I can't think of much about me that is interesting that people don't already know, so I have decided to steal a couple of things you don't know about me from a LO I did almost 2 yrs ago entitled '10 things you may not know about me'. Here goes.
1-Post these rules.
2-Each person tagged must post 8 random (... hopefully interesting) facts about themselves.
3-Taggees should write a blogpost of these facts.
4- At the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named and released back into the wild.
5-Go to their blog and leave a comment telling them they're tagged*.So here are my 8 random things:
# I used to have my ears pierced - 1 in my right ear and 3 in my left ear. I also had my belly button pierced when I was 18, and kept it in there until I was heavily pregnant with Tom.
# I used to play the flute in the school band.
# One of my favourite books is Wuthering Heights
# Apart from growing up on the farm, and my time at Canberra Uni, I have not lived in any one town for more than 2 yrs at a time. I plan on breaking that record at least a couple of times over in this town.
# I am virtually profoundly deaf in my right ear.
# My least favourite thing in the world is maggots.
# While away at Uni, I dreamt about the death of my cat Stormy. It turned out that she did indeed die the night I had my dream (roughly anyway - apparantely she had gone missing that night but she wasn't found, dead, until a fortnight later). One night at home during the holidays I dreamt that Mum and Dad were leading our horse Casper on and off the stock truck. When I asked dad why we were doing that he said 'Just to practise because he is going to have to be loaded up onto a truck tomorrow to be taken to the knackery and turned into dog food." I was very upset in the dream, and also woke up crying early that morning about 5pm. An hour or so later I remember Dad (who had been down the paddock early that morning) came in and said that he had found Casper had gotten through a fence and into a neighbouring paddock, and was heading straight towards a field bin full of wheat, but that he had been caught just in the nick of time ( a belly full of wheat is lethal to horses).
# Funnily enough, I have trouble counting. For example when I count 7 things I am always positive that I actually count 8 ;)