Apparently when you get tagged in the blogoshpere it is a little different than in real life. I have to do all these things to get “untagged” and it feels a little like chain letters, but for the sake of things, here goes.
My good friend monica tagged me
here are the rules:
1. link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2. share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
3. tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4. let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Here is my list, for the whole world to see…
1. I actually have a Barry Manilow greatest hits album on my ipod
2. I am wondering why churches become more concerned with keeping the people inside the church happy and ignoring the people outside that they are supposed to reach out to
3. I cannot tell the difference between navy blue and black unless I am in direct sunlight
4. I think Tom Selleck is a great actor and really miss Magnum P.I.
5. My least favorite day of the year is the winter solstice
6. I read leadership books for fun
7. In high school I drove my 1970 Firebird Formula 400 like the Dukes of Hazard ![]()
Now, I get to tag 7 people…..
1. Cecil Linke
2. Michael Newman
3. Debbie
4. Transplanting me has taken all the other bloggers I know, so it stops with three for me – for now anyway!
back to other stuff tomorrow!
how very insightful… mr. cobacagramma…
okay, so when i was jr. high/high school age we used to go to las colinas to see if we could see tom selleck jogging. we did an a couple of occasions.
yes but did you slide across the hood of the car like Bo Duke?!?!
Tom Selleck’s Jesse Stpne movies are actually pretty good albeit darker than P.I.
BARRY MANILOW!?!?!?!?!
Dee
Yes I listen to Barry – especially if my wife is in the car – She is an even bigger fan!
I could not do the slide accross the hood thing, because of the super cool hood scoops… it would be too bumpy on my bum.
and Tom Selleck is cool… he is back on the small screen in Las Vegas, a show that i miss more often that i would like.