Oh, God! I've been tagged.

I've always liked reading random things about people, but was also very glad no one had ever tagged me. I promise to try to get as random as possible, but honestly, I don't know if I can think of someone who has not been tagged.

Here are the rules:

1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog
2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs. Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

I have been tagged by Urban Knitrix with Flava.

1. I have two baby-daddys, affectionately referred to as BD1 and BD2. They don't like this too much, but hey, what can one say. With this fact I think I should add that I am the child support poster child. I want it, need it, and gotta have it. One pays and one is a deadbeat. If there's anyone out there who needs the courage and information about opening a case up for you and your household, I will tell you all I know. It's the right thing to do and DISOMASTER is your friend most of the time.

2. I was raised a Jehovah's Witness. I haven't been to the Kingdom hall regularly for about 20 years now. If you want more info about this just email me at nicole5249 AT sbcglobal DOT net and we can chat. But why I will never go back can not be summed up here. Several close family members are still in this organization, so this makes my life interesting at times. I love Jehovah and he is real and active in my life. Our relationship is genuine and I know I gotta lot of work to do. None of that work includes meeting your standards, Hater.

3. I want bunnies. Angora bunnies to be exact. Why? For their fur of course. I want to learn to spin, but this doesn't seem to be something that I can pick up on my own. As soon as I'm able to take a class I will. I've even asked my Dad to start building a wheel for me. He said no, but I'm working on him.

4. I only use plastic zip-lock type baggies once. On occasion, visitors to my home have remarked how, "Hey that still looks clean, you know you can use it again." Now, don't get me wrong, I advocate being Green, but I will not use a baggie more than once. You see, my mother's house husband (whom she had no kids with thank God) , used to come up with all these ways to save money ( I guess since he wasn't bringing none in). These damn bags would never dry after washing, so I would have to prop them up in strange ways over a period of days to finally get a baggie that you could fold and store for future use. If anyone has ever seen me transform into a fit of rage it was probably because they suggested I re-use a baggie. It really is an ugly thing to see.

5. Transformers!!! More than meets the eye. Transformers!!! Robots in disguise. My children can discuss freely with me their ideas and thoughts about action figures, super heroes and anything sci-fi cause they know I got the knowledge, baby. Love of cartoons and the marketing strategies employed to draw youth more in has never left my brother and I. He still spends like $50 on comic books. I had to go and have kids and use the money on groceries and stuff.

Hmmmm, this is getting hard. What else?

6. I can sing. This is no special skill in a family full of people who also got skills. I even almost got discovered when I was 20. I declined the offer because I thought that my skills should only be used to glorify the Lord. I should have at least seen what the producer dude was offering. My brother has even made 2 or 3 demos but has never gotten picked up by a record label. My cousin sang a track for one of the star wars movies (but they converted her voice into an alien tone, I think in Jaba the Hut's club), and my aunt sang back up for a reggae dude who's name I can't remember. I guess stardom is just not meant for us. Hey, the Lord might even use me if I would commit to joining and attending a church. I just HATE dealing with the kids in church. Even fetching them from children's church is more than I care to deal with. That's my excuse. I need two days off from having to get folks fed and out the door by some random time before 10 am, not just one.

7. I love burgundy hair. Ghetto I know. I would have had highlights, but you can't really highlight dreds. I mean, a lock is this color or that. You might can try some shading on the tips, put that's not what I want. As soon as I find that burgundy that can only be seen in the bright sun light and a colorist who can pull it off, I'm going for it.

Ok, I'd like you to meet some new people. This game of tag is going International. Ya'll consider yourselves tagged! I'm sorry if ya'll aren't into this type of thing.

Knitvicious, Hobbyzu, Navi, Pyogazel, StrawberryC, Superbonbon (my friend from Ravelry, apparently with no blog, ughhh!), Moniknits (Happy B-day).