Tagged: Meme+

Dren tagged both Michelle and me the other day, and this is my meme.

1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/stories about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Like my beloved, I will break the rules, too. They're made to be broken. Don't tell my kids, that, though. Their rules are made to be followed. :)

1. Food Rules:
   
   1. If it's not chocolate, it's not dessert
   2. There is no fruit or nuts in dessert or breakfast. You can have fruit for dessert or breakfast, but not in it.
2. Chocolate syrup rocks, especially on ice cream (doesn't have to be vanilla; on chocolate chip fudge brownie, it's still good). But, if there's no ice cream, I'll just up-end the Hershey bottle and take a big swig. On a couple occasions, I've even poured a small glass and sat down on the couch with a magazine and sipped.
3. I have a secret, relatively unknown obsession in my life: I like computers. *gasp* I know... I do. But really doing anything on them from browsing, email, photo album updates, patches, web page coding, video editing, copying movies and TV shows from my DVR to the computer over FireWire to save to DVD for later viewing, listening to music either on the computer or the SqueezeBox at the downstairs stereo, Skype-ing with my parents and brother, re-arranging my wireless access points (yes, that's plural), checking on the backup server and tweaking the settings, and I'm sure a host of other things which consume way too much of my time.
4. My eyes, or maybe my entire head, seem to be at a slight slant which makes wearing a hat without looking like a total dork nearly impossible. Hats just look off-kilter on my head, like it's crooked when really it's just me. If I make it look straight, then it's way down closer to one ear than the other. I blame my parents, of course.
5. I can be the most patient person when working with most people on trouble with their computers, or problems they have making it do relatively simple things. But I can't handle it when Michelle asks the same questions or has similar troubles. Partly, this is because she brings up the same issue multiple times, and I get frustrated that the answer hasn't been retained. But, I think the real problem is that I can't seem to grasp that someone I saw, liked, dated, love, married and have children with someone who is not as technically gifted as me. But with all that, doesn't technical aptitude naturally transfer, too?
6. The mail annoys me. I don't like it. I don't like the bills, statements, notices, receipts, warranty information, appointment reminders and newsletters. But I do like UPS and Fedex. They always bring new fun things to plug in to the computer... See #3.
7. I could play volleyball all day. We used to play every day at work on a sand court. I even used to play in a league once upon a time. But you better know the rules. And unless you've got a play worked out, use your three hits. Dig, set, strike. And don't just stand there, go up for the block!
8. For all of the tens of thousands of lines of code I'm responsible for at work on our web pages, I've never used Dreamweaver, FrontPage, Visual Studio or any other of those nasty, garbage-ridden pieces of software that claim to be good for creating web pages. Oh, no, no, no. It's old-school for me. I've never used anything other than Notepad for all HTML, ASP/VB, and PHP I've ever written. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you can relax and just it go... I'll insert a different #8 below so you don't feel short changed.
9. I'm a serious back-seat driver. I can't help but constantly give suggestions, complain about speed, direction, driving in the left lane when not passing (it's against the law, don't you know), being courteous to others, and on and on. It's why Michelle will rarely want to drive with me in the car.

(Optional) 8. (Newly re-worded for sensitve audiences.) I don't have any hang-ups about sheets or blankets or sleepwear. I'd probably sleep au naturel if there wasn't the possibility of middle-of-the-night visits by my children.

And the tagging shall continue: Bethany, Walt, Denise, Cherice, Matt, Amalija, Andy