Let's see... Fish in My Hair has tagged me to write 7 things about myself. Hum. You might get more dirt, I mean, info, if you ask my hubs to write this. Alas, he doesn't blog. So here are my self-created 7:
1. I once woke up to a police officer standing in my rural PA house, outside my bedroom door, with his gun drawn. I'll comment more on that later.
2. I have 2 kids, my husband has 2. We never had any together. Everytime I get the urge to bear children, we adopt a pet. We currently have 3 dogs and 6 cats. I thank God I did NOT give birth to 9 more children.
3. I LOVE kidney beans, bacon, and syrup, all mixed up together.
4. I own 30 pairs of shoes.
5. I wanted to name my daughter Tara, but then her name would have been Tara Bull.
6. I usually stamp ("create with rubber stamps", not "affix stamps to", although I do that too before I mail them) 100 Christmas cards every fall.
7. I cried at Christmas when I was 6 because I got a small breasted, short-dark-haired "Stacy" Barbie-brand doll and my sister got the big breasted, long-blonde-haired and more beautiful official Barbie. I'm sure some psychologist would have a field day with that one.

It's time for the UN-decorating. Am I a bad mother to store Christmas trees in my now somewhat-absent college son's room? I need to convince him that I'm actually enhancing his room by adding natural outdoor (at least outdoor-looking) elements so that he will feel as if he's sleeping under the stars. It will be like camping with the Boy Scouts when he was a kid. Will he buy it? His shower schedule resembles that of a camper, so shouldn't his room also?

And what is up with him and cars? Three times this year, since August, he's killed... okay, maimed, 3 cars... ingitions, batteries, transmissions, oh my! He's on his own now. And the Good Stepfather of the North can't rescue him as our magic green fairy dust ($) that we use to buy parts is now used up.

I guess I should go. I have trees to haul before The Boy finds out.