Tagged, Tagged and Tagged Again

I've been tagged three times in as many days for the meme, "Seven Things You Don't Know About Me." Thanks, Jackie, Katie and Mrs. Mom. Well, since I've been spilling my guts on the World Wide Web (which is fascinated by my every move -- I can tell) on at least three blogs, it's hard to think of seven things you don't know about me. But I'll play before I get tagged a fourth time.

1. The whole reason I grew up with horses is because my father had a bad back. When I was an infant they took the family to Gatlinburg, Tennessee (where I haven't been since) for vacation. They went on a horseback ride while they were there, and my father's back felt better. So when he got home he went out and bought a horse for everyone. He knew absolutely nothing about horses, but they taught him. I'm surprised somebody wasn't killed!
2. I love to travel but I hate to fly. I try to imagine that the air is water and I'm in a boat. That works for a while. Xanax works better. I have a gazillion frequent flyer miles, too.
3. I hope I don't offend anyone, but I can't make sense of Paso Finos. They look like sewing machines on speed to me.
4. My sister-in-law (married to Saintly Brother) grew up on a dairy farm and was active in 4-H. She was taking her cow to a competition and the cow's tail was stained. So, my SIL poured some Clorox in a plastic bag, stuck the end of the cow's tail in it, and tied it on with a rubber band. The end of the bone and the bleached tail fell off. Yes, fell off. Don't do this to your horse. I think she still won a ribbon.
5. When I was little our family (sans Mama) went on a trail ride every Sunday afternoon. One day we rode to one of those drive-ins, where you park your car and order over a radio. I ordered a cherry smash. When the car hop (is that what they were called?) brought out our food, she got really mad to discover we were all on horses. She said disgustedly, "Now where am I supposed to hang this tray?"
6. My crazy uncle Otis was a doctor in N.C. He lived in an area where there were a lot of Lumbee Indians, and he would treat them in exchange for whatever they would give him. He'd accept moonshine, cakes and cornmeal. He had a pet ocelot that would growl at me. When the ocelot died, he had it stuffed. I felt much safer but far more grossed out.
7. When I'm an old lady I'm going to have 60 cats. I'm allergic to them, but hoping I won't remember that (we've only got three now.)

This meme is more challenging that it looks. Consider yourself tagged if you haven't been already. In the meantime, I'm making up my own meme and will be tagging some of you soon.

Comments

[mrs mom]

LOL! OK, does this mean I have to run and hide now before the Mad Meme attacks? ;)

I cracked up at the Paso Fino line... LOL.. I agree on how it LOOKS, but man alive I tell you what, I LOVE THE RIDE! I got to spend 6 or so months working with some incredibly well bred Paso's, and not only are they comfortable, they are just plain fun horses. Loads of personality, character, and one heck of a sense of adventure. Nice critters... I just tend to not watch them overly closely when they are moving.

Going to hide now... hehehe

[Jackie]

Sewing machines on speed ..HA! I love it. :-)

[kathy]

Loved the Paso Fino comment. I rode one once in Puerto Rico, and he was more interested in getting back to the barn than in giving me a good trail ride. To top it off I think it was my second time ever on a horse!

Also - the bleach/tail thing cracked me up, being a 4H leader, mom of show cattle kids who now has holsteins to get ready for the fair. I have no idea how we will keep the whites white. Obviously not bleach eh?