If I’d known that there would be games in the blogosphere, I’d have signed up a long time ago! And so, here I am, tagged by LL over at Seedlings in Stone. She bent the rules a little on her own “tagging,” so I’m a little fuzzy on what I’m supposed to write. But I think it’s along the lines of 5 odd things about myself, or something. Well, here are five things, indeed (you can be the judge of their oddity).
1.) My name has been confused for more than 10 other names in my lifetime, including but not limited to Jerry, Sherry, Cherry, Christy, Chastity, Christine, Charles, Cher, Terry, and Chariot.
2.) I fractured my pelvis on the day after my 16th birthday while running in a cross country meet. Subsequently, I had to use a walker for a few weeks in high school.
3.) Between the years 1993 and 2006, I moved 16 times. (Yes, that’s an average of more than one move per year). In September 2006, I bought my first house; maybe now the moving can finally end, at least for a while.
4.) I’m not afraid of heights, but I’m deathly afraid of falling. You can lock me at the top of the Empire State Building, and I’m fine. Pretend like you’re going to push me off the curb, and I’m scared to death.
5.) I once played “O When the Saints Go Marching In” on the harmonica during a Sunday evening church service.
So there you go. More than you ever wanted to know about me.
Now tell me, what are some things YOU find odd about me?
Just kidding.
Really.
Photo by Charity Singleton
LL: That was a hilarious comment about the eviction…
Charity: What interesting factoids to confess! I, too, moved A LOT for a span of time — something like 9 times in 8 years — wow, I just realized that’s just like your average of less than once a year! — and absolutely hate moving with a passion. And that doesn’t include the part of moving in and out of dorm rooms every semester and summer for the previous two years to those listed above. Dang!
I’m glad you have your own house now and can stay put for a while. With all the home repair going on, it seems like you’re probably putting down roots.
Glad you had fun. I must admit, I did too.
I laughed out loud as I was reading all these comments. You all went easy on me with the teasing, plus, I didn’t actually divulge the REALLY odd things about me.
About the confusion with my name . . . various confusions happen in various ways. Some people see it written and get it wrong. Some people hear it and get it wrong. Some people just get me confused with their uncle.
The harmonica has not been an enduring passion of mine, though I do play the guitar a little (emphasis on the little). I used to play only for people under the age of 12, but lately I’ve been leading worship for my ladies Bible study group. Once we get past the fact that I’m not that good, the singing has provided a good tone for our times together.
No, I didn’t have to wear the walker to the prom. By the time I made it to the prom, however, I had crashed big-time on the hurdles during track season (detecting a theme?), and I went with very large bandages on my elbows!
Tag is fun!
Names: I’ve gotten Mary (HUH?) and Err-in. And my little league softball coach called me Erwin. :\
Scared of falling? Not scared of heights? That is kind of off the beaten path. I’m actually rather freaked by both of those.
Harmonica! That’s another instrument that mystifies me.
#2 made me very very sad. A teenager using a walker. You didn’t have to take the walker to prom, did you? How totally mortifying.
Harmonica on the other hand is really cool. Down here in Texas we have cowboy churches that use the harmonica to play Agnes Dei. (I think that’s how you spell it.)
I guess I need to post my five things.
…except for #2. Ouch!
haha on the name bit. I think Charity is a great name.
Nice odd list! 🙂
It’s not the fall that gets you, it’s the sudden stop at the end.
…I just noticed Barkat’s jab about eviction. That was a good, hard laugh!
Oh, this is too delightful. Bravo!
So, do you still play the harmonica? Maybe this is why you were evicted 16 times. Um… I mean, I’m sure you wanted to move.
How on earth do people confuse your name with Jerry and Charles? Now that makes them odd, not you!