Fun.  So, thanks again 
Drewbie!
Apparently the rule of getting "tagged" is that I have to post 5 things that you may not know about me.  I read the task over and over, and still don't know how 
Drewbie came up with his...but I give him kudos for being so bold and forthcoming with 
his revelations.  It is sort of weird seeing as, when I do blog, I tend to share things quite easily...but thinking of something you DON'T know about me...that might be kind of difficult.  Even if I don't blog about it...I have a big mouth, so chances are some of you may know some of the following.  Oh, and PS...I have to tag 5 other bloggers...so says the rules...so be prepared to blame 
this guy.
1. I spell things out in my head sometimes...it's like a weird form of OCD.  You'll be talking and I'll just pick a word and start spelling it, then I'll make a game out of it and spell the next word I hear as soon as I finish the last one.  In high school I used to actually write the words out with my finger...like in the air.  It would be one thing if I wrote them down on paper, like note taking...but that would be just silly.
2.  I have to have a cap on my pen.  I cannot write with pens that have lost the cap.  Well, I can...but I don't have to like it.
3.  I am what some call a "product whoore."  I will spend an insane amount of money on shampoo, lotions, make-up etc. because the bottle looks pretty.  My bathroom is full of "rejected items" that I will not use because I actually prefer the stuff I can buy at Target.  No lie, I have 9 bottles of shampoo and conditioner in my tub right now...I can't even get into what is in the closet.
4.  When I was in junior high school, I was over my friend's house and we found some her old family photos.  We decided to play a "trick" on her mom and wrote a letter and burned the edges and said we found it with one of the pictures of a baby she wouldn't recognize.  She called the Historical Society and they thought it was an actual document and displayed it until they got a professional to look at it...who obviously deemed it as fake.  We accused the neighbor's kids of playing a mean practical joke and totally got away with it.  Whoopsie!
5.  I did not learn to ride my bike until I was 12 years old.  It was on my 12th birthday as a matter of fact.  Exactly one week later, I skidded out on my bike and broke the growth plate in my left knee.  I still have a small scar from where the knee was skinned...oh yeah, and one of my legs is a teeny bit longer than the other.  Yikes.
I know, I should probably call Dr. Phil for a complete evaluation...but I've never claimed to be completely sane...so I think I'll be ok for now. 
Those who are being tagged now (and have fun!) are 
Maggie, 
Julie, 
Nancy, 
Lauren and 
Katie.  No complaining...just enjoy the moment.