I was tagged by Dorky Dad on Friday to share 10 things about myself. First I was surprised to learn some unknown blog personality had tagged me. It made for some interesting conversation around the house.
"Did you read my blog today? I was tagged!"
"I was tagged. It means that someone out in this world wide web of ours tagged my blog. I have to write 10 things about myself on Monday."
Who tagged you?
Dad has a blog?
"No...Dorky Dad. It's a blog I enjoy reading. He lives in, well, I actually have no idea."
Charika...you have problems.
So since we've established I have problems, jumping into this "10 unique facts about Charlotta-love" should be simple. I, of course, don't like to be simple. So instead of just listing, I'll write you a story. Sit back in that corporate swivel chair of yours, read quickly before the phone rings, and enjoy.
Saturday I allowed myself to sleep in until 8:30. I (1)typically set my alarm for 5:55 to insure I'm out of bed by 6:15. I ate (2)my favorite meal of the day: breakfast. Every morning I look forward to Kashi with rice milk. It may sound bland but add some blueberries, banana, raisins, or coconut and it's simply delicious! I sorted through the paper and caught up on the local happenings. (3)I always read something while I eat breakfast. It varies between the paper, a magazine, or a book. Mama Mia had to be trained to not talk to me while I eat breakfast. I will give simple answers laced with irritation since (4)breakfast is my quiet time and I don't like to be interrupted. Plus, who really talks first thing in the morning anyway?
Finished, I went upstairs and changed into my gym clothes. I relayed my agenda to Mama Mia in case she needed me and was off. I first stopped at a garage sale. (5)I love yard sales. A few weeks ago I snagged a wet suit for $5. This weekend I only bought a cd but still felt it worthwhile in my getting up early. I finally made it to the gym. The front desk girl and I chatted a bit about our dating lives. More so about hers since mine is pretty scarce. Okay fine. We only talked about her dating life. Geesh. She is Jewish and (6)I am Mormon so we relate with the difficulties in finding someone not only interesting but also of our faith. While conversing, Nicki's lunch was delivered by a local Mexican restaurant. (7)I love Mexican food.
After talking a little longer, I decided I needed to actually work out. That was my original plan in going to the gym. I first needed to make a quick stop to the ladies room. I washed my hands and looked into the mirror. That's when I noticed I had not washed my face yet. (8)I wash my face in the shower but since I planned to shower after the gym, I still had visible cream marks on my face. White, pasty cream for polka-dotted sunburns. Or zits as most people call them. (9)I don't have zits. I prefer to call them polka-dotted sunburns.
Polka-dotted sunburns. On my face. Covered with white, pasty cream. How many people saw me? Mama Mia, however many fellow garage sale shoppers, Nicki, the delivery guy. Boy oh boy. It would have been nice for someone to mention I had white pasty cream on my face some point in my morning routine.
It's okay though. Made for an interesting blog. And apparently (10)I'm addicted to blogging.
Here is where I'm supposed to pass along the love and invite 10 other bloggers to share 10 things about themselves. I'm not going to though. If you want, email me and I'll come up with 5 random questions for you to answer on your blog.