First of all, over at the Poopyhands Weightloss Junction I’ve been talking about the amazing dress I bought for the wedding we went to in London.  It’s not often that I get to go to a wedding filled with fashionistas and fabulous folks, so I went all-out.  I know that there are a ton of photos of me from that night, but so far I only have one of the dress.  It does, however, highlight the reason that I purchased said dress, and the reason I received lots of attention that evening:

Second of all, I wanted to let you fine lovelies know that I am now up and fully active on Facebook.  It includes more info than I’m comfortable having out here at the blog, but I would love to be friends with you there.  Please email me here if you’d like to be Facebook friends, because, gosh, that would be like so cool to be friends with you.

Last of all, I’ve been tagged by Good Enough Mum to do a meme, so I will do that now, thank you.  I may even tag you.  Ha-hah.

The first rule of this meme is that you must post the rules of this meme:

1) Post these rules before you give your facts. (see?)

2) List 8 random facts about yourself

3) At the end of your post, choose (tag) 6 people and list their names, linking to them

4) Leave a comment on their blog, letting them know they’ve been tagged.

Note to Speckblog Readers - As there is very little I haven’t told you, I’m kind of quandried about what to tell you now.  Let’s see what I can come up with. 

Fact 1: I was once sort of engaged to a marine.  Sort of.  In a way.  In the way that I intended to marry him and he intended at one point to propose and at that point I would have considered us engaged but then he changed his mind the way people do.  All for the best, really.

Fact 2: My belly button is pierced.  I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, and am going to have one done eventually, but didn’t want to get one done for a long time because I was training as an actor.  I once read that Keanu Reeves had to get to makeup three hours earlier than everyone else so that his tattoo could properly be covered before they started shooting.  Unfortunately I mean film.  Anyhow, I got the piercing done in Venice Beach when I was 21 and pre-baby, pre-weight gain it was very hot.

Fact 3: I made the conscious decision when I was in third grade that I would not be getting straight A’s, despite the ability.  I told my mother that the other kids already thought I was completely weird and I didn’t want to give them another reason not to talk to me.  From then until Junior High I got three A’s, four B’s and a C in almost every grading period.

Fact 4: I always order an egg with a meal for breakfast despite me hating eggs with every fiber of my being. The notion that eggs are required for a serious breakfast to be serious is deeply embeded in my psyche, even though I hate them and either won’t eat them or will choke them down as fast as possible.

Fact 5:  Heather from college once invited me to her Pentacostal church one Sunday and agreed to go to my very liberal Methodist church the next Sunday.  I got to see a lot of alarming wailing and very strangish dancing in the name of God that freaked me the fucking fuck out, and Heather never came to my church to exchange methods of worship. That experience taught me a lot about religious persons.

Fact 6:  Along those same lines, I wasn’t baptized until I was 19 years old and I still very much like the church I was baptized in.  Strangely this doesn’t seem to jar uncomfortably with the fact that I’m not at all certain about the existance of God and what role he or she plays in the cosmos even though it should.  I was baptized with the idea that we all should be really nice to each other.  I agreed with it then and still do.

Fact 7:  Here’s one!  I once missed my homecoming dance because my date (platonic) was the head Senate page and Congress was in session until 4:00am.  I spent the night at the four seasons and then in the upper balcony of Congress as they tried to close issues for the season.  After they finished I marched downstairs and chastized Bob Dole for horking my date for the whole evening, and he was a lovely gentleman and apologized very nicely.  I always want to hug Bob Dole whenever I see pictures of him.  He’s a lovely, lovely guy.

Fact 8:  The best homecoming ever was the one I spent with Tony Hildebrand during his Junior year.  I later met the girl he was dating even as he was dating me, and I still have a soft spot in my heart for him anyway.  It may be because in the picture from that night you can see me very nearly the happiest I was for my entire high school career.  There is a certainly glow that comes from being appreciatively pinched in the bum when you’re feeling low and unattractive.  Thanks for that, Tony.

The six people I tag are: 

1. MoVo (do it in the comments section, lady)
2. Metrodad (because I haven’t heard from him in a while) 
3. Rei (because her recent comments about Riley are so cute and I’d like to hear more about her)
4. Baggage (because she didn’t do my last one)
5. Mercy Buttercup (because the poor thing was in an accident and needs stuff to do.  Poor thing.)
6. Kate (because minihammer is almost ready to emerge and I can’t stop thinking about her anyway)

Now off to let these poor chumps excellent folks know they’ve been tagged.