A Seven Time Fraccer Talks…
70steen decided to tag me with a meme because she knows right now I can’t run. I suppose I can’t blame her, since the lovely tNb (tango) tagged her and what with all the visions of ‘men’ in silver pants filling her head, how could she think straight?
The rules are predictable and simple:
- Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
- Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog – some random, some weird
- Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
- Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
To be different (because everyone knows all I ever do is straight-forward, no-nonsense, hard-hitting journalism) I’ve decided to go with a gimmick. Yeah… me… fracas, is going with a gimmick. Aren’t you shocked? I’m also posting this at fraccers instead of fracas. I know… I’m shameless. I’ll do almost anything to get the word out about this fraccing place.
Being that I was tagged by 70steen, I’ve decided to write my 7 things about my own teen years.
- I was (mostly) a ‘good’ girl, and so when I was about 13 and was trying to impress this new ‘bad’ girl who had come to our school, I agreed to smoke a cigarette right in the school bathroom. Being a K-8 school, we of course, were found out rather quickly. Being known as a ‘good’ girl, I was able to talk the teacher out of calling my parents! Score one for teenie fracas!
- I still have my 8th grade graduation dress. It fits my daughter. She looks lovely in it.
- The first high school football game I went to, it poured rain. I hated it. I never went to another. To this day, I consider football evil and horrid.
- I got in with a ‘bad crowd’ during the 9th and 10th grade and hated it. Getting out of that crowd wasn’t easy, they were terribly ‘accepting’ of all your flaws and problems when you’re getting involved with them, but aren’t so ‘accepting’ of people wanting to get out of the crowd. They will call you names and make you miserable as long as you let them know it’s working.
- My one-up older fraccy sis always felt like my best friend even when I had a typical ‘best friend’.
- Of my high school friends, I am the only one who, as a teen, did not get pregnant and have an abortion, get pregnant and give a baby up for adoption, get pregnant and have a baby and keep it as a teen mom or get pregnant and get married while still in high school. Apparently, I am the only one who wasn’t having sex as a high school teen. Birth control might work, but apparently… abstinence works best!
- I moved into my own apartment while still in high school. Perhaps it was memories of the other fraccy sis who lived what I thought was the Mary Tyler Moore life that gave me courage to do that, but I too, felt like Mary Tyler Moore. I never did toss the hat skyward. Perhaps I still shall? I think I shall wait for her to return from Oz and we’ll do it together!
Now for my seven tags – with no apologies for those who hate memes and tags because I’ve decided to just embrace the fact that I, like everyone else in the world, am a fraccer and stop worrying about being nice…
I am bestowing this malady pleasure upon:
- Scratchbags – because she’s been too busy working hard and needs a push to post for herself again.
- Judy, aka Sugar Queen – because she hasn’t posted since her birthday.
- Andy – because I can’t wait to see if he has 7 things about himself weirder than those PETA folks he just wrote about.
- Cat Scratch Diva – because she likes to have a ‘meme’ in her back pocket just in case…
- Your Neighborhood Reverend – because anyone who has an ‘Avocado Watch’ page on his blog must have more interesting things to tell. (BTW… no avocado photo for a month? Sheesh!)
- JD from I Do Things – because she rightfully should’ve done this meme so I don’t have to…
- Cowgirl Betty – because a gal can’t live by condiments alone… we need to know more!
Disclaimer: Remember, you don’t have to write yours about your teen years… you only have to write 7 things about yourself that others might not know…



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