Kate/Cat tagged me to confess six weird things about myself.

Why not? Who cares if everybody thinks I’m a big weird-o.

Some of them are holiday related, mostly because that’s pretty much where my brain is right now.

1. I’m absolutely terrified of butterflies. (Did you know there’s actually a name for this? And last time I admitted it on my blog I got asked to join some study of the phenomenon?) I discovered this, unfortunatly, when I was already in the butterfly garden at the Pacific Science Center.

2. My mom took me (and a group of friends) to Hooters for my 16th birthday because she called places in the area to see who would embarass me the most. As a result, I haven’t been embaressed since and it’s just about impossible to get me to blush.

3. I’m a baking school drop-out. At one point I decided that my dream job would be owning a bakery/candy store on the beach. But it turned out, I didn’t so much like making stuff that I could just as easily make from a box while people yelled at me.

4. I don’t like things that are loud or fast. They scare me. I have the television and radio volume at barely hearable.

5. Every year I have a contest with myself to see how early I can get my Xmas cards out - without starting before Thanksgiving is over. And I get mad if I get any cards before I know people have started getting mine.

6. Generally, I don’t like movies. I can think of tons of things I’d rather do than actually go to a move in the theater, and usually I’m disappointed after watching most big Hollywood movies.

I’m just going to tag anyone else who wants to play.