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I’ve been Tagged: 6 random things

TaggedI’m back.

Kathleen tagged me, so what the hell:

The Rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on the blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.


I can’t whistle. Well, I can, but it’s weak and only dogs can hear it. I’ve tried to learn how, and just can’t do it.  Every now and then I’ll get a good, solid tone, but it doesn’t last, and I can’t vary the pitch. It’s sad, really.


I was my high school’s first National Merit Scholar. And I didn’t even try. I wasn’t valedictorian, didn’t make straight-A’s, and only took the SAT once. I just test really well. From what I understand, the second National Merit Scholar from my HS was the very next year.


Even though I got a full scholarship to college, I never graduated.  In fact, I dropped out after one year. I’ve since gone back to various colleges/universities and picked up classes here and there, enough to be classified as a Junior, but not enough for a degree.  I still have no idea what I want to do when I grow up.


I was the best trombone player in my HS graduating class, but I can’t/don’t read music.  I’ve even performed on stage at the Meyerson Symphony Center, twice. Oh, and I can’t do jazz improv, either. But put a piece of music in front of me and I can play it.  I learned to play by position, so when I see the note on a page, I see numbers.  It works for me.


In another 15 months I’ll have lived half my life in the Dallas/Ft Worth area.  I’m including the summer my brothers and I lived here with our mother back in the 70s. The other half of my life has been spent mostly in various towns/cities in Wisconsin, but also in Georgia, South Carolina, Florida, & California.  Of all the places I’ve lived, I prefer Dallas.


I love cats & don’t really care for dogs.  Dogs smell, and are very needy.  Cats take care of themselves, but can still tell when they’re needed.  There, that makes 6. Can you tell I’m struggling here?

On whom shall I inflict this?