I've Been Meme-ing to Do This

Groan. I know. Bad title! No donut!

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @journey2learn (see her blog here) to tell you fine people six things no one knows about me.

SIX? Really? Really. If no one knows them, why would I want to make them known now?

How about six things that aren't widely known? I'll go with that. It's still a challenge.

1. I was born in Frankfurt, Germany. I used to worry that that would keep me from being President, but apparently being born on an Army base counts as U.S. soil. I don't want that job anymore, though. (My dad was drafted during the Vietnam war and sent to Germany, where he could drink plenty of fine German beer -- can you believe the luck?)
   
2. I initially met my friend Matt online. The night before I met him IRL for the first time, I discovered that my dad and his dad had been best buds for years. There's a long story to tell there, but I'll save that for another post.
3. My mother almost died of a brain aneurysm in 1991. The quick action of my stepfather (plus their being a couple of blocks from the hospital where he was chairman of the board at the time, gaining them extra-quick entry) saved her life. She was with us for another 13 years, until another aneurysm ruptured in her brain in 2004. This one was much worse and killed her. Yes, my sister and I have regular MRIs on our brains.
4. I'm not really a girly-girl. I don't like makeup (and my hubby doesn't like it on me at all), I don't like shopping, I'm not big on fashion. I can do those things if I need to, but it's not written in my DNA like it seems to be for a lot of women. My mom was the same way, especially with shopping, but her hair and face were ALWAYS done. My sister, isn't as girly as girly gets, but she's way farther down that road than I am!
5. My favorite ways to find God are in nature and in music. A drive with the top down in fall or spring with some great music on is fantastic for me that way.
6. I had C-sections with both my boys. The second was planned, but the first was not. Boy was STUCK and was not coming out. Another long story involved there, but I generally don't tell it to anyone that's pregnant or might ever wish to be. The moral of my story is: Remember to pee when you're in labor. It's very important, and you may need someone to remind you. The pain all feels the same; it's all in the same area, so you won't necessarily think, "Gosh, I need to pee." You do.
   

OK, that was a whole lot of randomness. Here's who I'd like to tag from twitter... and if you don't have a blog, you can leave your list o'randomness in my comments. =)

@heatherhajdu (My BFF... Start up another blog, woman!)

@webchyk (Rose, my rockin' webmistress; one of the many reasons I am President of the Rose Groupies) (Her post is here.)

@PENSIVEROCKS (My Inspired Bliss editor)

@JeniDVM (One of my fellow Inspired Bliss writers)

@CandidK (Another Blissie / Bliss-tah... whatever you call us) (Karina's post is here.)

@CRREdwards (RL friend of RL friend, although I haven't met her yet) (Her post is here. And she scares me a little.)

I'll DM you all on twitter to let you know you've been suckered tagged. Then you should leave your blog link in my comments so we can all read your list! Tag 6 more people, letting them know they've been tagged. And of course, in your post, please link back to my blog. Once you've accepted the challenge and linked your entry here, I'll update your name with a link to your entry so we can all read them. Fun huh?