You're it.

Eeeck! I've been tagged. Never liked the game of tag; however, I will go forward gracefully and try to come up with something about me that's remotely interesting. Heh.

I've been tagged by Shooting Parrots.

Okay, let's see, these are the rules:

1. Go write weird facts/things/etc. about yourself on your blog, then tag six more people!

2. Then leave a comment that says 'You are tagged' in their comments telling them to read your blog.

My weird and wonderful facts are:

1. I have no sense of direction. I can literally get lost in a round room.

2. If I am ever found at the bottom of a tall building, a steep incline, or anything that is high or tall, call the cops because I will have been pushed. I wouldn't have jumped. I hate heights.

3. I can get sea sick in a bathtub. Enough information there.

4. And please, don't put me in the backseat of a car while it's moving. You got it, I have motion sickness too.

5. When I was little, I almost drowned in Yosmite National Park. My dad saved me, cutting his leg on a sharp rock, a scar that remained for the rest of his life.

6. I sang "Davy Crockett" on a stage at Disneyland (in California) with my older brother when I was about five years old.

The question is, who to tag back? I've decided on Krip, MonicaR, Mo, Alison, Birdy, and Poosh.