I've been tagged

Sorry for the delay. This last week has been such a blur.

So with out further delay, here goes...

Here are the tagging rules:
1. Post the rules on your blog
2. Write 6 random things about yourself
3. Tag 6 people at the end of your post
4. If you are tagged, DO IT and pass it along

Random things about me:

1. I'm a compulsive organizer. I can remember as a kid, organizing my toys according to doll, stuffed animal, size, etc. That Friends episode where Monica organizes Emma's toys, is right up my alley. Nowadays I can spend an entire afternoon reorganizing a closet. Everything has a drawer or a cubby; a perfect spot. That is of course until I reorganize it next week. I can't get enough. It's my way of escaping. Doing nothing while doing something. 

2. I have a horrible memory. Probably the reason for #1. You know those people who are bad with names but great with faces? I'm not even that. Crowded rooms with somewhat familiar faces are my worst nightmare. 

3. I hate condiments. Always have. I prefer hamburgers plain. No mayo, mustard, relish or pickles. Even salad dressing like honey mustard, 1000 island, blue cheese, and ranch are off the table for me. I can handle ketchup or maybe a light italian, but that's about it. It may help with the waistline, but more than often I'm just deemed a picky eater. 

4.  I've become an a.m. radio junkie. I blame this partly on Kari McNally :) . I now listen to Rush from 11-2 or to Hannity from 2-5. Sometimes both. It's the only place I feel I can get "news" with a conservative perspective. Have you read the Times lately? A "reporter" actually referred to Sarah Palin as the "moose gutting, polar bear trashing VP nominee". Are you kidding me? Yes, Rush maybe biased and one-sided, but at least he's on the RIGHT side. Pun intended. 

5. Like Sarah Wright, I am super competitive. From dominoes to indoor soccer, I love to play, but more importantly, I love to win. I may act like losing to you in a silly game of Catch Phrase is no big deal, but deep inside it's killing me! And I could care less if the co-ed softball team is sponsored by the church. I'm here to win. Why else play? At one moment I can be gabbin' with the girls and in the next, be yelling at the umpire for a bad call. It makes Ben so proud.

6. I talk in my sleep. The second night of our honeymoon, Ben woke up to find me sitting in bed literally talking to the pillow. For the next 3 months, he took cough syrup every night before coming to bed. (I learned this years later). Our absolute favorite was last year, when I woke us both up, booing the referee at an A&M football game (see #5). I literally had my hands to my mouth, yelling LOUDLY.. "boooooo, boooooo". I claim that I've stopped. Ben claims he's become a harder sleeper.

Here are the people I am tagging.

1. Abbey

2. Sarah

3. Whitney

4. Kelly

5. Tami

6. Lisa