7 Facts (Or "Confessions" Because It's Just A Juicier Word)

So, I've been tagged by the lovely Marty of The Many Faces of Me for 7 Facts.

I just recently started following her & think she is awesome, so you should go check her out!

The rules are as follows......

* Copy and paste this award to your blog
* Thank and link to the person that tagged you with it. 
* List 7 facts about yourself
* Give the award to 5 other bloggers and tell them they have it.

I know I've started a new habit of receiving awards & passing them on under my F'n Flair page rather than in a post, but I am trying to get my readers & others to know a lil more about me, as well as posting a lil more often, and it is an easier way of passing it on.

So, let the horror games begin.

1. I am shit scared of the dark, ghosts, and balloons.

2. I'm an adrenaline junkie & into X-treme sports. I've had my fair share of skateboarding friends, and I'm the only person I/they know who can ride a skateboard goofy foot (Meaning I always put my right foot on the board first & push with my left. It takes skateboarders ages to master this, yet I can't skate the normal way), and barefoot.

3. I grew up on boats. When I was a tot my grandparents lived on a houseboat & then owned a marina in the Florida Keys, and every summer weekend back home my immediate family & I would spend the whole time on our cabin cruiser (even sleeping). We would get up on the water with the sunrise & go everywhere by boat. I was actually surprised when I learned you could even get to some of those places by car about 20 years later.

4.  Supposedly the average man thinks about sex every seven seconds. I think I got em' beat.

(I'm the furthest thing from whorey, though. I call it monogamously slutty.)

5. I haven't slept a night in over 2-3 years without my stuffed monkey

6. I took piano lessons for a few years, then went on to teach myself guitar for about 6 more, and there's not much I can't learn/play on that thing. (Now I got stars in my eyes for the drums.) I'm a music FANATIC.

7. My hobbies are nearly endless from clothes making to baking to gardening to decorating, and an ongoing list of crafting & designing whatever I can. And those are just some of my at home hobbies. I love to be out & about just as much. The list is way too long.

My Tagged Five

(Should they choose to accept)

Kelly from Psycho Carnival

Thundercat832 from Colorful Rants of A Fed Up Sista

Israel Carrasco of Israel Carrasco Monologue Jokes

Lynnora from Thoughts of A Randomista

Jenny from My Life As Jenny

Letter to My Monkey

Dear Bananaface,

I know I'm about two months late for your birthday, but as the saying goes "Better Late Than Never", and mama definitely thinks it's time for some appreciation here for her snugglemonkey.

I loved my stuffed animals as a kid. I was a strange kid who always collected the weirdest ones - A stuffed raccoon, a blue mouse, a stuffed hot dog.

Yes, you read that correctly - A stuffed hot dog, named Frank.

May he rest in peace. Or more so, may his legs rest in peace, seeing they were ripped off at a birthday party, Chuck Taylor's n' all. The 80's were fucked. That hot dog was fucked, but he was AWESOME.

The problem was, was that my stuffed animals didn't love me.

I guess you could call me one of those allergy geeks; cats, dogs, dust, dust mites, bees, anything fluffy that's not hypoallergenic or non-allergenic, the sap & surfaces of certain plants, etc.

So when I went to actually snuggle up (My favorite thing to do in the whole world with anything like a hopeless whore) into this mountain of cheap, fluffy fur on my bed, no more than a few minutes later would I be shedding tears & itching.

So, it goes without saying that I couldn't get too close with my stuffed animals & definitely not have them near my face.

(Did I mention Popples & shit? Like 5 of em', one inside of another, inside of another, but that's another topic for another time)

Around 4 years ago, on some kind of strange & sudden, nonsensical credit card binge from hell, involving leis, liquor, yo-yos & sandcastle molds, the best lil blessing came into my life - My non-allergenic terry cloth snuggle buddy, and that is an understatement.

I've had a few lost nervous breakdown nights due to leaving monkey behind, yes just like a child.

Though for some reason people seem to think this is cute (even at 28) & this monkey gets a lot of love, respect & attention.

So, back to you my lil snuggle star.

I love the way you:

• Never leave my arms all through the night. Even if I'm just holding your arm & don't have you in a head lock.

• Make a great, awesome, cozy, comfy, snuggly pillow when I'm really in need of one. But unfortunately, don't actually smell like bananas.

• Lay across the front of me with your head snuggled up next to mine if I'm sleeping on my back, & we both have our arms out like wings, but one of yours is wrapped around my head (Like I'm sleeping in a flying monkey freakshow) - "When the head lock turns. Mauled by a monkey in my sleep".

• Can flop & move around 1,000,000 different ways & hug me with creepy velcro hands if I want.

• Your head rests so perfectly under my chin.

• Are always smiling.

  

Mommy's gonna fix your nose & eye, falling apart like Michael Jackson monkey.

All my love. You've been the best.