Tagged by Beatlemaniac1

*Frowns deeply* Even God can’t save me now….

1. Post these rules.
2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs!

Ooo1.
I’m a perfectionist. If I can’t do something perfectly the first time, I freak out and keep doing it over and over until I can do it so that it’s up to my standards. The definition of insanity is doing something over and over again and expecting a different result, but there is also a saying that practice makes perfect. Which ever it is, I’m unsure.

Ooo2.
I have asthma. This unfortunate condition of the lungs constricting when I run has plagued me since age 10. I was born with my umbilical chord wrapped around my neck and fluid in my lungs. Great way to come out, eh? That didn’t ruin my lungs, nor did it cause my asthma, but it did make me more likely to get Bronchitis, which is inflammation of the lungs and throat. That was what finally killed my ability to breathe completely properly when exercising. Good thing my life’s ambition isn’t to be a marathon runner.

Ooo3.
I’m a Trekkie and damn proud of it. Ever since I was younger I watched Next Generation with my mom. My good friend BM1 took me to go see the new movie. Since then I have discovered both my new love of Leonard “Bones” McCoy and Pavel Chekov, but the entire Original Series.

Ooo4.
I’m a Hockey freak and obsessor, in every term of the word. The Detroit Red Wings are my team. I live in the middle of a desert, yet I live on ice. I get freakishly cold when in the refrigerated room of the ice rink, which I discovered at age 12. Yet I live for it. I can’t skate well yet I risk the flesh on my butt to do it. A world with out hockey is my nightmare. It’s my religion and Steve Yzerman my God. The Stanley Cup is the one and only key to heaven. And where is that heaven? Hockeytown, where else? I may not have found a husband yet, but that’s just because I haven’t meant a man that looks like Henrik Zetterberg.

Ooo5.
I name everything. When I become attached to an object, whether it be my new laptop or my favorite stuffed owl pillow, it gets a name. I’ve never owned a stuffed animal of some sort that has gone unnamed. I even named my cell phone. His name is Kristoffer.

Ooo6.
I’m deathly terrified about getting my hair cut. Beauticians scare the crap out of me, especially when they approach me with their weapon of choice: scissors. Let’s just say the last few times I’ve gotten hair cuts it hasn’t gone well. That combined with the fact that I have curly difficult to cut hair, does not make it any easier.

Ooo7.
I cannot cook for my life. It endangers my family. So far I’ve manages to set a chicken sandwich on fire in the microwave and forgot to put the flour in chocolate chip cookies. I’ve determined that my calling in life is not to be a chef.

Ooo8.
My dream is to one day have either an anthology of my poetry or a novel published, or both. I know there is very little chance of that happening, but I’m going to try anyway. I also am aspiring to become a political journalist/ professor of political sciences.

I tag:
Every one of my watchers who hasn’t done it yet.
And anyone else who wants to.
Yeah that’s because I’m too lazy to put icons.