I've Been Tagged

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I've been tagged by my friend Michelle, and have to follow the rules. Here they are:
Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their name as well as links to their blog.Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I have unrational fears on a regular basis - thinks like my kids being stolen out of my house in the middle of the night.

2. I wanted to be a cheerleader, mom, and teacher when I grew up - two out of three ain't bad!

3. I've always wanted to visit Australia

4. I've traveled all over the world yet have never seen the Grand Canyon or Mt. Rushmore.

5. When my family moved to Massachusetts, I went to six schools in three years - yes, it was bad.

6. I was afraid of my husband when we first met. Guess he got me over that!

7. I'm a complete sci-fi buff. I love Heroes, Stargate (all versions), Star trek, and Star Wars movies, much to my husband's chagrin!

Ok, so I tag

Shari
Sarah
Sara
Laura
Sarah H - I sure know a lot of Sarah's
Melody
Ann-Marie

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Ann-Marie said…
This came at a perfect time, since I didn't have anything to blog about today. Thanks! Mission accomplished!
December 10, 2008 at 6:47 AM
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