So I apparently got tagged by my sis recently, so I need to respond. I generally think these things are lame but fun, so I'll indulge. Plus Mary and I had a fun time last night talking about possibilities, for her and me.
Tag Rules
A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.
B. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves.
C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
1. When I write emails, I'm usually really wordy. I'm not one of those people who can just reply to an email in all lower cases with a couple of words. I have to have some kind of introduction, use complete thoughts, spell words correctly, use correct punctuation, say thanks or have some kind of final greeting, and sign my name. I just can't do the brief, informal things... except I'm learning to do it in txtng. I put this one first as a warning as this trait of mine will be evident in the subsequent answers.
2. I would guess that some people know about this... but many others don't. Last summer ('06), Mary and I volunteered to tear apart my parents deck before the painters started on the house, so the job could be thorough and my parents planned to build a new deck soon. So we went to the task with ferocity and did the job pretty quickly. After removing the top layer and the rails, we were on to the support beams. These beams stand on end so are narrow (about 3 inches or so). Anyway, in order to get them loose we had to hit them at the bottom. Just before we were about to do this, I gave Mary the following warning (in a very informative and "know-it-all" voice): "Now, be really careful because these things are narrow and if you're swinging up with the hammer and you miss then you could whack yourself right in the head" (picture me illustrating it as well). About two minutes after the "safety tip", I was swinging with two hands up underneath the board, missed the board and hit myself square in the forehead. How stupid can you be! Yes, I hit myself in the head with a hammer. This required a trip to the ER, about six stitches in my forehead, and the retelling of this embarrassing story too many times. This was of course a traumatic event for my daughter, which she has not forgotten, and likes to "build a deck like daddy" which includes several hammer motions and noises, followed by a whack in the forehead. Thanks Sarah!
3. People have a hard time getting use to my humor and wit. I don't know how I would explain my sense of humor, but as I've met new people and received feedback, I've gathered that it's confusing for them and unique. I think that it works so well because I'm able to pull such a straight face that it confuses people. There can often be uncomfortable moments when people are not used to my humor and some people, regardless of how long I've known them, still have a hard time knowing when I'm joking and when I'm not. Because this is difficult to explain, I'll use an example. A couple of months ago, Mary had a good idea to frame some of the pictures that Sarah has colored and she has them up in our dining area. Sarah's really proud of them and likes to show them to other people. Mary's brother Kris came through on Tues night on his way home to Washington from Provo, UT for Thanksgiving. He had a couple of other people that were hitching rides that we had never met. One of the girls noticed the framed colored pictures on our wall and commented how good an artist Sarah was. I replied in a deadpanned face and voice that they were actually mine and that it was something I've really been working on. She actually believed me and apologized to Mary and hoped that I wouldn't take offense! One of the other girls knew right away that I was joking and the other guy, I think, was a little confused. I think that she was a little hesitant the rest of the night whenever I said things. Fun times. For a blog example, please see my Blog announcing my nephew Carson's birth in October.
4. I love my job! I really do! I tell people that I really enjoy it and describe things that I like about it but I really do love it. I feel a little embarrassed about it because I figured I'd be trudging through sessions to get my hours for licensure and then move on to bigger and better things. I might still do the latter two, but I'm enjoying the individual, group and family session that I get to facilitate. I enjoy going to work and I love coming home. It's a great combo!
5. Caution: If this one is kind of weird for you, please read #3 again! Me and Michael Jordan have way too much in common! Remember those eery similarities between those assassinated Presidents and their assassins, this is right in line with that. Besides Michael Jordan being tall and black (I considered adding basketball skills and wealth to our differences, but I decided those were more the result of the previous two). Before going into the details, I have to acknowledge Mary's role in this. His full name is Michael Jeffrey Jordan. I have a brother-in-law named Michael, my name is Jeffrey and I have a brother named Jordan. Coincidence, I think not! If you take Mary and my first initials from our first name, they make MJ, a common nickname for MJ. Additionally, I was 23 (MJ's famous number)when I married Mary and our ages when we got married added up to 45 (number he wore briefly during one of his several comebacks). He played in Chicago, I've been to Chicago... once. He plays basketball, I play basketball. I know, this is all just too much of a coincidence by now. He wasn't very good at baseball and, guess what, yep, neither was I. He has a lot of money, I would like to have a lot of money. He's bald, I'm going in that direction. He got cut from his High School basketball team, I should have been cut from my High School basketball team. He has two kids, I have two kids. He drives really fast cars, my car went fast down a hill once. He probably still believes that he could be competitive at basketball (known as URS - Uncle Rico Syndrome), I still believe in my heart that I haven't lost a step. This is just a taste of the eery things that we have in common. Clearly there is a link, I just need him to acknowledge it.... so spread the word!
6. I LOVE SPORTS! I spend too much time on ESPN.com and follow all major sports religiously. I know stats and can talk about sports stuff with most fans. I would love to play sports more, but I only like team sports, which makes being in shape difficult and more expensive. Some of you already know this, but this is me letting you know that you don't understand the extent of my passion. I'd love to watch sports more often than I do, but that would consume me, so I rely on reading articles on Deadspin.com, ESPN.com, and Seattle's local news sites. My peak performance in terms of knowledge of the sports scene was actually during grad school. I spent between 1-2 hours a day in the car listening to 950 KJR sports talk radio and my favorite distraction from writers block (or writers avoidance) was ESPN.com. What can I say, I'm a sports nut.
That's it about me, sorry for the wordiness. I tag Amanda AND Braden, Mom AND Dad :)