Seven things… part one

My good friend Russ over at Egghead Marketing tagged me with an Internet Meme. If you’re not certain what that means, don’t sweat it – neither did I. That aside, the point was to write a post with 7 things you didn’t know about me and then point you on to seven other folks you might like to learn more about. The rules are as follows:

* Link to your original tagger and list the rules in your post
* Share seven facts about yourself
* Share seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs
* Let them know they’ve been tagged

It seems a bit narcissistic, but with your permission I’ll give it a shot. You might want to grab a cup of coffee. Russ tries to keep his points somewhat in-line with his blog, primarily Marketing ideas and observations, but as my blog is pretty much all over the place I’ll just stick with the premise of things you might not know. Again, might want to grab a cup of coffee.

I’m one of those people who could display a, “I wasn’t born in Texas but got here as quick as I could” bumper sticker if I didn’t find them absolutely ridiculous. My family moved here when I was about five, but I was born in Anderson, Indiana. It’s a tad north of Indianapolis and, when combined with Muncie (the home of local legend David Letterman – and how friggin sad is it that David Letterman is the height of notoriety in Muncie) is where the bulk of my relatives live. And quite a bit of corn.

When you add the days, I skipped almost an entire semester my senior year of high school. Think about that – I blew off almost half the school year. That I was able to do that, get away with it, come away with a passable GPA, and do it without my dad finding out is a testament to just how classy the Pearland school system was in those days. Go Oilers.

My dad has given me two pieces of advice over the years. The first was to never, ever, become a geologist. Check. The second was to always carry a handkerchief. While seemingly a bit arbitrary, this little bit of wisdom is actually, ahem, a gem. I’m not as diligent about it as I used to be, but you’d be surprised just how often a nice, clean handkerchief can save the day.



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