Tag-and not the kind I play with Owen

I'm not very good at responding to tags. But since Melanie tagged me and even left me a comment on my blog (part of the rules) I guess I'm a scrooge if I don't do it.

The Rules:
1. The player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves - try to find 6 you haven't already posted about!
2. At the end of the post, the player tags 6 people and posts their names, and then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment, letting them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog for the rules.

1. I love blogs and I hate them at the same time. I think it is fun to read about other peoples lives and sometimes I am inspired by what I read and see. I like to keep in touch with friends and family and it is just a fun unique way to communicate. But sometimes I waste a lot of time looking at blogs, linking way beyond my circle. And other times I get depressed reading peoples blogs because they portray their best (who doesn't) and then I turn around and see a messy disgusting apartment, grumpy kids, and a lot of areas I fall short in.

2. I love love LOVE fresh Christmas trees. It has always been my favorite part of the holidays. I try to get it the day after Thanksgiving and leave it up until New Years. That way I have a tree in my house 1/12th of the year. Some of my favorite tree memories: When Jeff and I were dating over Christmas break we spent a lot of time lying under his childhood (artifical) tree that sung, twirled in a circle and had dancing lights. We would talk for hours and make the lights do all sorts of crazy things. Our first year in Pennsylvania we went and pre-tagged a tree and then Jeff went and cut it down and brought it home to me and newborn Owen.

3. I love dancing. I'm not good at it, but I love learning choreographed dances from movies. Like the one at the end of Ella Enchanted. Other movies like any Wiggles, Newsies and Hairspray are good dancers. I love the reaction I get from the kids and especially Jeff. That is about the extent of the people I dance for.

4. During a sociology course my first semester of college the professor read us this magazine article from the 1950s. The subject was how a woman can be a good wife. One piece of advice stated that you should 'prep' yourself a few minutes before your husband arrives home for work. "Touch up your makeup, brush up your hair, and tie a bow in it to make your husband happy to see you." For some reason this stuck with me and sometimes when I know Jeff will be home soon I think sarcastically 'should I go tie a bow in my hair?' Maybe I should try it sometime when things are crazy. If the bow was big enough Jeff might not notice the piles of laundry, or crying kids. I am so glad this is not the 1950s!!!

5. I loved cats growing up. I think I had about four but they all had fateful endings. Midnight was run over by my Dad (with our huge Dodge Ram van). I still remember the babysitter leaving and then Dad and Mom taking me up to their room to break the news to me. This orange cat I had crawled up into the hood of the van to stay warm on the engine (since our cats were not allowed in the house) and probably fell asleep. Then when my Dad started the car it got it's front paw cut off by the fan belt. I remember the vet telling me he could live with three legs, but would have a hard life. So we put him to sleep. One of my cats had kittens and my little sister Elizabeth hugged two of them to death. And last but not least I watched as a neighbour dog chased my cat up a tree and then caught it and...killed it. I gave up after that.

6. So growing up I had two older brothers that I tagged along with. Sometimes they let me be partners in crime with them. Like when we would watch the Simpsons (banned in our house) in the basement, or once they let me come toilet papering with them. Unfortunately I wasn't the best secret keeper and told my parents what we did. This resulted in all of us being grounded from t.v. for months at a time and other harsh punishments. One day when they were doing something in the basement I asked if I could join in. They both turned on me and started chanting "tattle-tell, tattle-tell" until I was pushed into a corner crying. I am sure I deserved it and I think it actually did me some good because I was more careful about what I said to Mom and Dad.

People I tag: Kristin, Laurissa, Kanien, Jordan, Heidi, Cassie