My final papers have been hastily written. I figure even if I get a D on the big one, I can still squeak at least a C out of the class. The ones that were due for my other class just might drag me down to a B, but I doubt it. Regardless, once I hand those bastards in tomorrow, I am finished. I just have to clean out my desk.
So, Laurie has tagged me. Um... seven things you don't or might not know about me.
1. When I was a kid, I had a crush on Alan Alda. Hawkeye was just the best. I also had it bad for Gary Burghoff and Wayne Rogers. Other celebrities/characters I kinda liked as a kid: Jimmy from Mickey Mouse Club. It came as a shock to learn he was dead. Donny Osmond--married. Jerry Mathers--fat druggie.
2. I wanted to be a boy. Boys got all the cool toys, better clothes, and weren't expected to play hopscotch or jump rope. It was automatically assumed boys were smarter, which they weren't.
3. I don't like water past my ankles. I hate water. I get terrified just looking over Lake Michigan. You can't see the other side, you know. And it's deep and cold and things live in it and things die in it. People die in it.
4. Even though I'm not the most feminine woman in the world, I still like girly things. Like shoes and jewelry and nice clothes, even though I don't go nuts shopping, and I wish I knew how to use a curling iron and apply makeup and do a French braid so my kids with their lovely hair could have it on their heads in some way other than dripping down their necks.
5. I really, really, really like sex. I like to do it, I like to think about it, I like to write about it, I like to watch it, I like to joke about it. But maybe you already knew that.
6. I sponsor a girl named Gathoni, who lives in Kenya. She is 14 and lives with her siblings. Her mother died about 5 years ago, and after that, her dad left to go be with another woman, leaving the kids (a crap load of them) behind. Gathoni has a twin sister named Wanjiku.
7. I'm happiest when I'm in the woods, skipping over cold creeks when it's hot outside.
Now, who's it next? Trouble is, I don't read a lot of blogs. So, Sarah, you're it.