I just finished my last tag and got that behind me and now I have been tagged again. This one is a doosey though. My parents always used that word “doosey” but you know this is the first time I have tried to spell it so let’s hope spell check can work some magic and fix it if it is wrong. This one came from Patrice. Patrice by the way is the one who redesigned my blog and I think she did a great job although I kind of wanted to see a mermaid in the water. :) She offered a blog make over in her blog as a prize and I won.
The challenge is to list 4 things that you hate to admit about yourself. Well here goes nothing
1. I prefer the company of women over men. I hate sports for the most part unless it is a team that I like. Going to a bar with a bunch of guys and talking sports is boring to me (fishing excluded of course). When I was young and my parents would take me to picnics or parties, I would hang close to the women instead of the men. I had a crush on one of my mom's best friends. She was much younger than my mother though so it wasn't one of those Mrs. Robinson kind of things. And no it never went further than infatuation. I also enjoy spending time with my family over drinking with the boys.
2. I am afraid of spiders. I know I have said this before but I have never expounded on this issue. I am not just a little afraid of spiders, I would scream like a little girl if one got on me. This stems from when I was a small boy playing in the Florida woods. I was running through the woods one day and ran into a spider web. It was a banana spider and it got right on my face. It was about 4 inches across and I screamed and freaked out until I got it off. Ever since then I have hated spiders and go out of my way to pick on them or worse, kill them. Spiders are the devil.
3. I am not always right. There honey, I said it. BUT if I am not right I am darn near it and close enough that I can bluff my way through the situation. I am a good bluffer. I would have to say that I am right though about 95% of the time though. I also have this knack for telling when the other person is bluffing so I will go out on a limb when I know that is happening. I like to feel other people out and expose the other bluffers. I am one bad dude when it comes to this.
4. I kissed a nun and I liked it. Afterward I had this sick feeling that I was going to burn in hell for doing it. It was back in high school and in the back seat of a car. Ok she wasn’t a real nun but she was dressed like one for a costume party. I have no idea where she got that habit. I also thought Sally Fields made a cute flying nun. I wonder if I have a nun complex? I better get off this subject before I get into trouble.
Ok now that you all know this how many readers did I lose?
Have a great day