My First Meme

Kristen from From Here to There and Back tagged me for my very first meme. I've been blogging for only 3 months, so this is a new experience for me.

Here are the rules:

1. Link back to the person who tagged you

2. Share 7 random facts about yourself

3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs

4. Let each person know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

Here are 7 random facts about me:

1. Believe it or not but Delilah is not my real name nor is Gonzo my husband's. Delilah is a nickname that was bestowed upon me during college. Some guy I knew through a friend started calling me that because of my tongue-twister of an Italian last name. It stuck. Gonzo was derived from my husband's difficult to pronounce Polish surname, which I inherited when we married.

2. I was one of the founding members of my college soccer team. I scored the first goal ever in the team's NCAA history.

3. I was a special education teacher in my former life. I loved working with the kids. Their parents, not so much. I was quite intimidated by them and dreaded phone calls, conferences, IEP meetings. Funny how that job prepared me for life with Kate. Funny how being a special education parent will make me a better teacher when I return to the classroom some day. I now "get it".


4. I recently subscribed to this magazine in an effort to conquer my ongoing battle with clutter and disorganization.

5. I am a hobby enthusiast whose enthusiasm wanes rather quickly. My house is littered with remnants of hobbies gone by: scrapbooking supplies, stamps, yoga mat, rollerblades, tap shoes, photography equipment, musical instruments, crochet needles, yarn, cross country and downhill skis, cross stitching crap. You name it, I have tried it. I believe #4 and #5 are closely related.

6. At age 26 I went through what I refer to as a quarter-life crisis and pierced my belly button. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but after 3 kids, all that remains is a nasty scar. I was in the middle of Target one day when I overhead a young girl telling her friend she wanted a piercing. I shamelessly whipped up my shirt and made her look at my scar to give her something to think about.


7. The summer before my junior year of college, I was mirandized. Yep, as in "you have the right to remain silent," etc. Before you go and think I'm some kind of criminal, please let me explain. Two friends from high school, who are now ex-friends, came to visit me at school. After a night of partying they thought it would be funny to break into people's cars and steal their stuff. And bring it back to my apartment. Which is how I got involved. My ex-friends were arrested. The police called me in for questioning. I was read my rights and was told I could be charged with aiding and abetting stolen property. I told the truth, that I had no idea what my ex-friends had been doing that night, that I was asleep when this all happened. They let me go, and I never spoke to those ex-friends again.

I feel way out of my league with this whole tagging thing, so I am going to sit this one out!