Arrrgg! Tagged!

Okay okay, I will play your little game. I have been tagged by Melissa and asked to share 7 things about myself. I however, being a person that hates chain mail, and email forwards, will not tag someone else. (Does that count as one? I guess maybe...)

1. I hate voicemail. I guess it all started with the invention of the answering machine. The obligation to check your messages, the problems with listening on and on, usually to a redundant message, and the fact that- if I am not at home, do I really need to hear what you have to say??? Thus with voicemail it is the same. If I am not able to get a call, then I will find out later- my phone tells me which calls I missed, so why do you also feel like you have to leave me a detailed message that I will here in full in just a few minutes or hours?? The only thing worse than voicemail is when you miss the call, call the person back and interrupt the long voicemail they were just leaving you. Then not only do you have to hear it twice, once from them and once from the machine- you can't avoid hearing it twice- cause that icon is on your phone now, and you know you have to make it go away!

2. I love email. Just as the recorded messages annoy, the email is a strange sort of happiness for me. I go to my computer and, woot! someone left me a little note. It is like waking up and opening a present. The only time I do not like this is when someone stupid like buy.com decides to email me- or when I get back to the computer after being out of town and see 10 emails (woot!) only to find that 8 of them are from my non-friends like target.com and harristeeter weeekly specials :(

3. I love the colors in nature. Fall was magnificent, and spring is here, and a sunset or (if I am awake) a sunrise is always something to make me stop and smile. I know they are just atoms and particles, chemicals and pollution all working together in the sky, or that they are genetically predetermined to be different colored leaves or flowers, but they are so refreshing that I can't help but enjoy the nature around me.

4. I HATE Wal-mart. With a passion. If I never ever had to go there again, I would be much happier, but inevitably, it is cheaper and easier to get it at the awful place and I end up being greeted insincerely, again.

5. I play an online MMO game called WoW. This may be a shocker for some of you; but I don't find People Magazine, or sitcoms, or TV shows interesting at all. I actually watch about 1 hour of TV a month. I do love movies, but that is different. My preference for down time on any given night is to log into the virtual world of my game, and go run an "instance" or a "raid". Anyone that doesn't understand those terms should google it- you may have a gamer in you and just never knew it! And, praises to Melissa, she has gone above and beyond the supportive sister role and actually learned the terminology and asks regularly how things are in my "guild". I mean, to be loved and not judged- an amazing gift.

6. I hate being late, and always am. This is a sad sad state of affairs for which I blame my father. Yes, Dad, if you are reading this- though you gave me many good things- this is not one of them. The logic goes like this for those of you who know the Wimmer Sisters and our sad story of tardiness. "I do not want to have to get there and wait. Surely I have 10 minutes to ___(substitute in something that takes exactly 10 minutes in the best case scenario that never ever happens). Surely it won't take me more than ____(substitute in a random number of minutes that you estimate your driving, walking, running distance to said meeting place is, and subtract 5). So I have time to do it!! I promise for all of you that hate waiting for us, or that hate ever being late yourselves, that it is not a conscious decision to disrespect our friends, or to be tardy. WE HATE BEING LATE!!! Sadly, our failed logic was taught before we were out of diapers and reinforced for the 18 years after, and it just rears its ugly head every time we have a meeting.

7. An additional habit, that is slightly related in historical genetics is this one: when I am preparing to go out of town on a driving vacation I must achieve on the last day of departure all of the chores, errands and extra maintenance things that I have been putting off for the last 3 months. I must exchange mis-sized clothes at Ross, I must get the car's oil changed or inspection checked, go to the university and turn in a form that I have been carrying around since last fall, I must go to the store and pick out birthday cards for someone who is having a birthday in a month, I must clean and organize the guest closet, and absolutely, I must clean and rearrange all the furniture in the house. Maybe not these exact things, but always, things as daunting as this, must be done, in the last 12 hours before departure. And, of course, if I only have 3 of those errands left to do before I leave at 1pm, and its 1250- well that's 10 whole minutes, so I have time!!