I'm IT! (just a bit late)

So apparently, in these past 29 days of laxidasicality (among other things, and other monikers of which I have called this last tumultuous/insane/awful/challenging/trying/life-changing month), I have found myself much more lax in blog-reading as I used to be. Which is ironic, in fact, since I have all of this TIME on my hands (time, time, and more time) and before I was constantly swamped with one thing or another. You'll also notice that I've not only been a poor blog-reader, but also a poor blog WRITER to boot. Hey, don't hate, I've been intentionally vague about the things that have been happening in my life but let it suffice to say that my IM status message is "Live through this and you won't look back." Anyhoo.

Helen Jane - my dear, awesome, amazing, inspiring, motivating friend - tagged me a few weeks ago in a bit of virtual blog-tag. Except I've been too wrapped up in the stuff I've been wrapped up in and missed her "tag" entirely. Egads! All this time I've been "IT", the proverbial Goose (as in "duck, duck...") and I've been sitting here like a bump on a log, naive that it's my turn to chase the person around the circle. Well, all that's changing today, kids. I'm IT, and as per the rules of the game, I have to share seven random/little-known-facts about myself with all y'all. I'm late enough on this, so without further ado...

1. If I were a boy, I wouldn't have a name.
Ok, I'm sure that 30 years later my parents would finally have decided upon one, but at the time of my birth, they had NO idea what I would be called if I had indeed been a boy. Good thing I'm not (and not only for my fabulous rack. Heh.)

2. The first boy I kissed showed up at my 5-year High School reunion and I had no idea who he was.
This is only strange because he wasn't from my town and the only reason he was there was because he was dating (and eventually married, and is rumored to have since divorced) one of my best friends from Middle School. It took me over an hour to realize who he was (person in an unexpected location and all that) which I feel pretty bad about. So, sorry, Jon McConnell. Hope you're doing well (and are still cute. Because I am.)

3. When I was younger, I tried to convince my parents to call me "Joanie."
As in "...Loves Chachi" fame.

4. I am petrified of gangplanks.
Without going into the whole saga, I've had these awful dreams for years that include steel grates and ladders and it wasn't until I was going to Tim Ferriss's "Worlds Colliding" party that I realized that the culmination of all of this is a Battleship replete with a gangplank. I nearly had a panic attack getting on that ship. Don't foresee a career in the Navy any time soon for myself.

5. I hate olives, onions, mustard, pickles, peppers and (sometimes) peanut butter.
Read: I have strange food aversions.

6. I have kissed a set of identical twins.
Not at the same time. And wasn't 100% sure that I was smooching Brian, not David. Or vice versa. Whatever. It was High School.

7. I have never told anyone I was romantically involved with "I Love You."
The tragic part isn't that statement, but is the fact that I have never been in love. One of these days (I keep telling myself...)

And now, after seeing all that, I'm sending myself directly to therapy. But not before I follow the rest of the rules for the meme (which I copied directly from HelenJane's blog):
1. Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.

Ok. I'm down with 1-3; foregoing 4-5. After all, I have some serious therapy to get to.