Let's talk about me

Have you ever heard that country song? Strange thing about it, My wife introduced it to me (though I can't remember if it was when she was my wife, girlfriend, fiancee, "just friend", or fiancee the second time). When she did, it was quite enthusiastic. She would even randomly start singing it to me every once in a while. So, you know (this is quite an inapropriate colloquialism since you obviously don't know and I am not referring to anything) , I just kind of assumed that she liked it. I am not a particularly huge fan of country music, but I'll listen and sometimes I like it. But whenever I heard that song I would turn it up and let it play especially if my wife was around.

Here's the funny part. After four years of marriage we were driving somewhere and the song came on. I turned up the radio and began to grit my teeth when she promptly reached over and changed the station. "I really don't like that song." She said. "Well", says I (not to her, but right now), "I guess I've just been taught a lesson about assuming things. And about how people change."

Hmph.

Now to the main purpose of this blogh. (I am in a class called the history of languages, so I'm learning about grimm's law and the consonant shift in language history. (e.g. p>pf, t>th, g>gh, etc.) I just thought I'd try it out and see if the language is still shifting. Let me know if it works.)

I was tagged. You can see it in the comments of my last blog. And here are the rules.

"According to the rules... Each player of this game starts with the "6 Weird Things about You". People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog!"

Well, Since the beginning of my tag playing days, (and I've playded some tag in my days let me tell you) I have never played a game of tag that makes you tag a billion people when you're it. It goes more like this.

Person 1 tagging person 2, "Tag, you're it"
Person 2 tagging person 1 or 3, "Tag, you're it"
And so forth.

As you can very well see, there is no tagging of multiple people. When you tag one person you are no longer "IT" so your ability to tag is revoked. So, strictly speaking this blog represents a continuation of a chain letter more than a game of tag per se. And this brings me to weird thing about me point 1 and 2.

1. I hate chain letters. Really, I do. I usually just erase them before I am tempted to write back derogatory messages about how much I hate letters that say "Please forward this to everyone you know or you will get boils on your nose."

2. I have the hardest time writing wierd. See, I just did it again. I type and wierd comes out of my fingers. It's wierd...weird. Not wierd. I just can't seem to spell it right without a spell check or numerous trips to the dictionary. The first trip just to see how it is spelled, and the rest of them just to make sure I read right.

3. I have a burning desire to create a masterpiece. Now, this may not sound wierd, but here we go. When you go and see a good movie or watch a particularly moving actor on stage you probably feel all warm and good inside. If the feeling is good enough you probably start to tear up a little. Well I do all the same things, but I thing, "I could be doing that...sniff...I want to be a part of making something this good...sniff, sniff." Ditto for books, music, or art of any kind.

4. You can't have my attention and let me be in the same room as a working television set. It doesn't matter what is on, I'm watching. Video games, books, or books on tape are worse. Wo unto those who disturb me in the middle of a book.

5. I have hobbit hairs on my feet. It's true. What makes it worse is that my youngest son likes to stand on my feet and so I yell, "OWW. You're pulling my hobbit hairs!" Unfortunately, he thinks it's great fun. Now I just wear socks all the time.

6. Actually, that's it. There are only five weird things about me. Isn't that strange.

So, as for tagging people. I will make an exception this time. I'll tag three people (this may be because I only know three people who blog, or I might be flaunting the rules like heather. You decide.)

I hereby tag kickenchica, Jonathan, Jamie, Oh, and Scud. I guess I'll throw that last one in for good measure. One of the others might say I missed, or I only got their shirt or some other lame excuse for not being tagged. (Those people always convinced me that I was still it for some reason.)

So now, I am not it. The power bequeathed unto me through taggage (look at that grammer. any consonant surrounded by two short vowels should be doubled so tag becomes taggage isn't that great?) has now left me. I am powerless once again.