Over the past so long I have been tagged with blog awards by:
Nona of A Red Robin
the mysterious lady of Hello, Monkeyface
Franca of Oranges and Apples
and I guess Ines of Cinnamon Eve too who tagged us all
Thanks you guys :) I'd tag you right back but apparently that 's not on.
I figured I'd bend the rules and rather than complete the tasks each award demands I'll be sharing some stuff about myself.
I still have my milk teeth. In a wooden jar. With "Stefanie's milk teeth" engraved in the lid. It is surprisingly common to keep them in areas where the Tooth Fairy doesn't roam. Seriously, what does that girl do with all them teeth? I have no idea what to do with just a handful.. other than take photos of course :D
The other half and I had been best friends for two years by the time we finally hooked up.
Our wedding invitations were an American Gothic spoof but nobody got the joke.
My parents had a wager on how tall I would grow. My Dad bet I'd make it to 180cm/~5'11'' but I stopped 3 centimeters short at approx 5'9 ½'' tall.
I caused controversy when I played God in a secondary school class play culminating in my throwing a bowl full of heavenly Manna (i.e. stale popcorn) into the audience. Numerous smaller children promptly crawled around the floor munching the droppings while Mothers formed a huddle of outrage, certain it was the popcorn they had brought I made such a mess of (it wasn't. I brought my own). Like little Lisa Simpson I could not comprehend how they could misunderstand my artistic expression so completely.
It was on a school trip when in the heat of the moment I slapped each of four friends in the space of just a few seconds. Hard. Major regrets and some surprise at the damage I caused to one of the girls' nose. Ouch. Who would have thought a little nose like that could bleed so profusely?
My Dad filmed me at the dentist when I was seven (testing his new camera). Luckily I wasn't scared of the clown with the drill, otherwise that might have turned into not only an unusual but a disturbing home video. :)
Now for the shoebox:
Our place is narrow and crowded. Cosy is the word. There are die cast cars driving along the walls (blue tack is my friend) as well as a little plane and lots of bottle tops with tiny picture in them. I am a sucker for toys so there are quite a few kaleidoscopes, marbles and spinning tops around the place. I also have the odd creepy doll head on display. My bedside lamp is a lit up globe. Just about my favourite thing ever. I love giving it a little spin :)
You can see six little things that make me happy over here and
three more bits about me there
When I was little I always thought the master rule of no returns made tag an awful drag. I wasn't a particularly fast runner you see. But in the blogosphere I run as fast as anyone, so I am tagging these guys:
Jan of Aerogram for Jan
Maggie of Dimestore Diamond
Lauren and Dan of other dutch animals
Emily of Resplendent Tranquility
Dakota of Sweetheart of the Rodeo (currently on a blogging break but check her blog out anyway)
Claire of tunabake times
What'you waiting for? Get clicking those links :D