Tagged

I've been tagged by loulou! I must say this came as a bit of a shock since this is such a new blog. But here we are, so I will try to get it right. First, the rules as explained it me:

• Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves.
• The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed.
• At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

Here we go! 8 tidbits about me:

1. I am a perfectionist, but I lack the patience to always make things perfect. This drives me absolutely crazy, especially in sewing.
2. My childhood ambition was to become a National Park Ranger, and I achieved my goal by working at Rocky Mountain National Park in 1998 & 1999. I still have my gorgeous hat!
3. I am an expert on the U.S. Flag code (see #2).
4. I have been rejected by The New Yorker. I was 10 years old the summer that Classic Coca-Cola came out, and before they phased out New Coke. I drew a cartoon showing a Coke machine and each button had some permutation of classic, diet, cherry, and new. (I know, not really very funny!) I didn't know it, but my grandpa sent it in to The New Yorker. A few weeks later, I received—at camp, no less—a very sincere and handwritten rejection letter. I can only imagine what my grandfather must have included in his letter to them to solicit such a kind response!
5. I cannot carry a tune, but I love to sing.
6. The first motto I memorized in 5 years of Latin class is "Ipsa scientia potestas est."
7. I learned to snap my fingers when I was 7, to swim when I was 9, and to whistle when I was 13.
8. I was frequently mistaken for a boy when I was in elementary school, most likely due to my short haircut and the fact that I refused to wear dresses (I am sure there will be many Flashback Friday pictures to back this up). Oddly, the last time someone thought I was a boy was when I was a senior in high school and walking into a restroom at a Catholic school where I was taking the SAT. A nun came up behind me and said, "Excuse me, that's the girls' restroom!" At the time I just looked at her like she was nuts, but I remember wishing I had said, "Oh, really? Then can you tell me where the women's restroom is?"

OK! That was easier than I thought it would be. Now, for the really hard part. I don't feel right just tagging random people who have never been to visit, so I've been searching through all the comments on this blog and only found 2 people who I think haven't been tagged (at least in the recent past, anyway). So, Small Glimpses and Cherryskin, consider yourselves tagged!