Now That's The Kind of Dirty You Can't Wash Off

Sooooo. . . . I have been tagged with a "Meme" by the wonderful, awesome and fully entertaining Princess Winnipeg. Which means I must share a few facts about the fantastic Texaconsin Diva. Since I've been tagged only once before, I do happen to have few things you may or may not know. I'll try and be brief, but that alone is a difficult task for moi.

And, of course, there are codes of conduct - etiquette, if you will. I guess I must be a good diva.

Rules:
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are TAGGED by leaving a comment on their blog.

Let's get this party started:

1. I broke my left wrist when I was 5-years-old jumping down off the monkey bars for the end of recess. No one knew it until 9 PM that night when Dr. Bob came home and took one look at it and said to my mom, "Mom C, I think you've got a broken arm here. . . " Mom started crying she felt so bad. Even my kindergarten teacher had grabbed my wrist and moved it up and down pretty violently while I sat back choking on my tears as she did so. It's okay, mom, how were you supposed to know? Plus, it's pretty cool to wear a cast to school at that age! Bonus that we were friends of the people of the Mayo Clinic - priority service. Bou-yah!
2. I can cook. (And not just pop tarts.) This also includes grilling meat. Two things I completely enjoy doing. Though, my cooking endeavors led me to stop my monthly dinner/wine soiree's back in the day. I no longer had the fun they once were when one of the guys went and got a girlfriend who thought it was best to tell me how to cook in my kitchen. One time, she went as far as to leave and purchase an herb at the grocery when she found out I wasn't using it. Upon her return, she threw all of it in the food. Food. I. Was. Cooking. I was a wee bit perturbed, but didn't have the cajones to tell her to get out of my kitchen and don't come back. I was trying to have a nice time, people. Second party she came to. Second strike she got. She also invited 30 people to a Halloween party Alli and I were throwing without asking for permission. She was awful. I think he married her anyway. Third strike. . . .
3. Once, I was told I looked like a German soccer player. A Male German Soccer Player. (Why couldn't it at least have been Beckham?) This guy, who so eloquently uttered these words, left me speechless. Me. Speechless. . . . In my own home.
4. I can't dance. Even when I'm full of ze liquid courage. I just can't do it. I am awful. (ButIlovesit!)
5. I knew I wanted to marry the husband before I even met him. I'd heard so much about him that he just sounded like the person I wanted to and should be spending my life with. I was right. He is.

I know, I know. . . rules are meant to be brok-ed. But since Princess Winnipeg thinks I am nice and all I surely don't want to disappoint. That said, the following of ya'll are tagged:

1. Alli, because payback is a bee-otch.
2. Ian, because he's sure genius. Anyone who can write a 13 page paper on the innards of a ping-pong ball as punishment for a school time crime of talking or something, has got the goods.
3. Alex & Fi, because they've been gone too long and need to come back to the blogosphere. I miss ya'll.
4. Iain & Vikki, because they're about to have another wee little one! They're very, very brave and kind! They also hike more than anyone I know on this planet.
5. Mindy, because ultimately she is uber fabulous! And who doesn't want to hear of fabulousness? Especially since she lives in the great state that I was born in.

I've done my duties. It's off my plate and now on yours. . . .