Tag--I'm It! (Again)

Apparently there are endless variations of the game of tag in blogdom. Liza has recently been tagged by Emily Matson and has, in turn, tagged me. The problem with being tagged is that I am supposed to pass it along to six other bloggers. This is indeed a problem. I don't have any friends with blogs. I have Liza, Emily and Jake who have blogs, but Emily Matson got to them first. Except maybe for Jake. I also have my sister-in-law, Laura, who has a blog which she hasn't updated since August. So I'm not sure she's real involved in blogging these days. Sigh...I'll play along, but it looks like the burden for passing along this little chain letter will fall squarely on Jake.

So, I am supposed to list six things that you don't know about me. Here goes...

1. I am really vain about my hair. This is ironic since I don't have great hair, I'm not good at doing my hair, and I refuse to pay more than the going Supercuts rate for a haircut. If I took all of the money that I spent on hairspray (insuring that my hair won't move throughout the day) I could probably justify a pricier cut.

2. I hate semi trucks. It terrifies me to be driving along next to one and I nearly hyperventilate if I become sandwiched between two trucks on the freeway.

3. I am named for my mother's cousin who was Miss Universe about a hundred years ago.

4. When I was in my thirties I became addicted to Harlequin Romances. Not the nasty ones--just the slightly titillating ones (21 year old governess is trapped in a snowstorm with her 36 year old widowed employer in a cozy cabin...OR an unmarried playboy of 40 must be married in order to inherit his uncle's fortune and so enters into a fake marriage with his virtuous young secretary...You get the idea, right?) My friend Lucille Lovstedt and I would go to the library together and each check out a big stack, then trade them back and forth. We could easily go through a dozen a week. I have no idea how I managed this while raising five kids. I'm sorry if I neglected you.

5. I hate spiders. Not in the "I'm really scared of them and hate seeing them" kind of way but in the "How dare you come into my house" kind of way. I have no problem smashing them with my bare hands. I have killed black widows in this manner. The secret is being fast.

6. I love the crispy fish tacos from Del Taco. They are an almost perfect food. When Dad (Bill) is out of town they are my staple diet.

Okay, Jake...I pass the baton to you!