Eight things about moi
I got tagged by Roxy Hart (who thoroughly impressed me with her first book, Sacred Secrets, incidently)--so here are the rules and my 8 random thingies:
THE RULES:Here are the rules according to whomever likes to makeup rules (not me):
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. (All's fair in Lurv and bloggin')
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Darragha's tidbits:
1) I will not drink out of a water glass. If I do, the glass will shatter against my lips. It will, I tell you! I prefer coffee mugs. Nice, solid coffee mugs.
2) I make up songs to annoy people in the car. I sing until they start throwing things at me.
3) I once worked as a Science Specialist, and actually had to remove brown bats from a school courtyard as a part of my job. Oh, and I fed and sexed snakes, too. Do you know how to tell a girl snake from a boy snake? I do!
4) I wrote my first book when I was 10 years old and submitted it to Random House.
5) My favorite piece of music is the soundtrack from Conan the Barbarian by Basil Poledorus. Love it. L O V E * I T!
6) I wear only clogs. I have worn clogs as my primary shoe for nearly 30 years.
7) I do not wear white. Ever.
8) Long story short: I was regressed by a hypnotherapist because of an irrational fear of a ditch at the end of our alley when I was a kid. While "under" I relived a past life where I was a little Jewish girl in Poland, gassed and buried while still alive in a mass grave--in a ditch. I began speaking German (which I did not speak at age 13) and gave incredible details about the place and the people around me. My mother still has the cassette. I "woke up" no longer afraid of the ditch.
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From Mima's songs for every occasion: "... Voices in the woods and the mountaintops/I used to search the reservations/ and native lands/ before I realized/ everywhere I stand/ there have been tribal feet/ runnin' wild as fire/ a past life, sister, I desire..."
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