6 Random Things About Me

Meagan "tagged me" to do this post next, so I'm going to give it a shot. I'm supposed to tag 6 people when I'm done, but I don't know 6 people with blogs, so I'll just see what I can pull together.

Here we go...

1. As I grow older, I become increasingly "germ-a-phobic." Which is probably really funny considering I'm a truck driver and find myself in some pretty nasty places. Or maybe my germ-a-phobia is because of truck driving. I'm not severe or anything, but forks and spoons and glasses get inspected at resteraunts, and I cringe to touch tabletops and such.

2. I've always felt that I got along with men better than women. Not saying I don't have some great women in my life, and I treasure them and am very close to them. But as far as meeting new people, I just hit it off with the guys a lot easier. I find this amusing considering that I was the one among my friends who never had a boyfriend, dated, etc. However, it works out pretty good for truckdriving, because there just arn't many women out here!

3. Unklike some people, I've always had a collection of friends from varying backgrounds and cliques. I had friends who were band nerds, miss popularity, "hippy" types, etc. I've known people who only stuck to one particular group and could only have friends who they had everything in common with, but I like diversity.

4. I really really really miss going to church. It is an increasingly frustrating, even heart breaking, longing within my soul. Truck driving complicates it, but when we're home, I find that the options are limited out here. I grew up with a "church on every corner" as they say about the south. I've learned that out west, its a bar or casino on every corner. And though I've visited churches and tryed to get in the routine of going againg, none of them ever feel "right." None of them feel like home, like Ooltewah Baptist did before our pastor moved.

5. I have an almost unhealthy attachment to Paris, more so than I have to any other pet that I can ever remember. And I don't know why her, and not the others, but I do. And I often think about the fact that she will only be with me a few years, not my whole life, and everytime I think about it, I can't help but start crying, just thinking on it. I'm even tearing up now. Carlie Jean is a doll and I love her, but Paris is my Paris, and I am going to be totally devestated and lost without her. Granted she's only two, or will be in a couple of weeks, but dogs don't live forever, and I truely dread it and know there will be some serious mourning, like losing a child I think, when her time comes one day. I don't know what I'll do without her. I'm serious about this, and I really break down and cry, and I don't know how I'll go on without her!

6. I'm afraid of the dark...at 31. And Mom says I'll get over that eventually, but several years later I'm still afraid of the dark. Like to the point that I'm afraid to walk from one end of my house to the other, and to take the girls out to potty in the middle of the night

Ok, so I'm tagging:
Angela and Greg...http://gregandangela.blogspot.com/
Tuffy...http://tuffysbigblog.blogspot.com/
Mom if she has time (understanding if you don't)http://thethoughtgardent.blogspot.com/
Beth http://joshandbethchapp.blogspot.com/

That's not 6 but its the best I can do, as I don't know many with blogs yet

Rules:
1.link to the person who tagged you
2.post the rules to your blog
3.write 6 random things about yourself
4.tag 6 random people at the end of your post and link to them (I don't know how to do this)
5.let each person know you tagged them by leaving a post on their blog
6. let the tagger know when your entry is posted