Tagged? ME?????
I have been tagged by Patrick, the Born Again Redneck. That means I am supposed to reveal five things about myself that are weird. Here it is, 1:30 AM and I have been meditating all night to think of something weird.

1. Is it weird that, with six kids, I perpetually got mixed up on the names so that, years ago, I gave up and started calling all of them Fred? Which ever one of them was closest, and heard me knew that it was for HIM or HER. As a result, three of the six either have, or have had sweatshirts with the name Phred on them. (They apparently are not much for spelling) My youngest daughter is still called Phred by most of her friends who knew her in high school and college.

2. Is it weird that when I'm praying (which I don't do as often as I feel I should, but still do pretty often) I often fall into conversational mode and listen for answers.

3. Is it weird that, even though I haven't worked in my studio for awhile, that I built an air-conditioned, heated, insulated, eight by sixteen studio in my back yard where I sometimes make Santa dolls and am currently trying to teach myself how to remake Barbie dolls into little naked faeries. (and sometimes I just go out into my "studio" just to SIT.)

4. Maybe it's weird, though I feel like a neuropathy is a good excuse, that it takes me over a half hour to put on my shoes and socks. (one of the hardest things I do).

5. I know that it's weird that I feel a compulsion to organize every thing that I have, so that everything has a place and is in its place, then once the organization is complete, I never put anything away until things get so confused that I have to start the reorganization all over again.

I'm being smarter than Patrick. I'm not going to ask anyone in my house what is weird about me. I'm not sure that I want to hear the answers, but I'm pretty sure that the list would be both longer and weirder.