Jessica has tagged me. This is bad news, because it’s quite difficult to come up with ‘six things about me, personally, that my readers might not know’, and then, ‘tag’ six other twitter/blogger friends and make them ‘it’. I mean … you all know me … I’m a blabbermouth about myself. I think I’ve told you all everything there is to know. So I’m gonna have to really dig deep to do this, aside from the very first thing, which will horrify everyone out there who plays oboe, I’m sure.

1) I do not own a gouger, nor have I ever used a gouger. That’s right, folks, I’m finally ‘fessing up here. I’ve just not done it. When I was in college we didn’t have one there, and I didn’t push to get one either. Yeah, you can be shocked and dismayed. But I’ve still been at this since 1975 and I’ve kept my gigs. Still, I know it’s very lame. I’m now wanting to do the gouging thing. But my pocketbook is not.

2) I’ve never done illegal drugs. Not even once. I carried some white pill around for years, though. A fellow high school graduate gave it to me at our graduation party and I put it in a little pendant I sometimes wore. There was something about the “I could take this if I wanted to but I choose not to” that felt good. Eventually it was lost. Now I wonder if it really was anything at all, or just a joke from another students.

Speaking of drugs …

3) At our wedding a horn player (no longer in this area and I haven’t a clue where she is so don’t be guessin’!) stuck a joint in Dan’s coat pocket. No, we didn’t use it. Like I said, I’ve never done illegal drugs. 🙂

4) I sometimes have to verify that I graduated from college. Dan says I did. I can’t really remember. Not remembering writing a single paper doesn’t help. Using a high school poem for the one paper I do remember turning in doesn’t help either.

5) I sometimes dream I’ve killed someone. Usually it’s a family member, but not always. I always do it to protect that person … usually from himself or herself. That scares me.

(SIX things?! Why SIX?! Thinking … thinking … thinking …)

Argh, this is difficult … OH! … but there’s this awful memory:

6) When I was a freshman in high school I went to a Halloween party. We were instructed to wear costumes. Only the three freshman girls wore them. The rest of the kids knew better. Cute joke, eh? I was a clown — too darn fitting, yes? — and I was horrified at the trick played on us. Then we played “Truth or Dare” and the guy I had a crush on was told he had to take me outside and kiss me. To this day I don’t know if he did or not. I was so nervous I blanked it all out. I guess I’ll never know. Which is fine by me. But how embarrassing that night was ….

Now I’m supposed to TAG people? Well, well, well, … I guess I’ll hand it over to some other reeders:

1. Oh Cooper … got time to ‘fess up?

2. Rachel, you wanna play?

3. Are you up for gabbing, Gabrielle?

4. And a prairie girl must have some tales to tell.

5. Certainly someone with wild reeds should have something to say.

6. Maybe a anesthesioboist would have something to share too?