As I’m wont to do, this post is all about the randomness. However, TNG turned me on to a much more intriguing way of saying “random crap” – Fun Fact Friday! (Which she says I “MUST attribute the title to TESSIE from Messing With Texas” who I have never read but will now because she’s the shiznit. Funny shiznit at that.)

So, now that you know it wasn’t my idea and that I stole it from not one but TWO bloggers better than I, let us get on with the random crap Fun Facts!

*I have dated two mormon dudes, and I dated both of them twice. Like, for multiple months years each time. Sucker for punishment much? Both their names started with the letter ‘S’ and both were what some may call “Jack-Mormons.” You know – if Jack is a guy who smokes dope and gets kicked out of Calm 20, drives without insurance, has a mullet and will never amount to anything.

*The mormon boyfriend who drove without insurance? He was such a loser that I applied to university in another city, was accepted and packed up to move without even telling him. He drove by my parents’ house when we were all loaded up and asked where we were going. I told him I was moving away to university. That’s how he found out I didn’t like him any more. Heh.

*While we were still dating I called the cops and told them he’d be leaving my house driving his truck without insurance and told them where they could catch him. He got a $1500 fine. He still doesn’t know that was me. Served the bastard right, don’t you think? My mom thought it was pretty funny.

*Those two guys are the reason my parents praised God when they met The Big Guy. He was like an angel straight from heaven. He was fabulous anyway, but when compared to the mormons, he might as well have been Jesus himself.

*When I was a kid (maybe eight?) I used my mom’s razor to shave my arms. I had no idea that women didn’t do that.

*I am slightly addicted to organizing and, when I’m bored, I rearrange medicine cabinets and go to town with my label maker.

*I hate pop. That would be soda to my friends south of the border. It’s the bubbles and the sweetness. And also, a really bad memory that includes pop. It goes a little like this: My mom made a gingerbread house with us every Christmas while we were growing up. One year – I must have been nine or ten – she gave me $20 to go to the Can-ex (military base grocery store) and choose some candy to decorate with, and told me I could keep the change. I decided to spend it on a bottle of orange Crush – something that was a rare find in our house. Birthday parties and…well, just birthday parties. I was rather excited to have it, so I chugged it right there in the hall outside the grocery store between the water fountain and the door to the Gag n’ Puke (the coffee shop in the Can-ex.) It was delicious for about 17 seconds. Then? I burped. And it all came out my nose and burned like a son of a bitch. Since that day, I have avoided pop like the plague.

*I love horseback riding. I was a member of “The Stables” near the base I grew up on and rode regularly. I always dreamed of leaving my group or my instructor and galloping off into the sunset. (And then coming back in time for dinner.)

There you have it. Happy Friday, y’all!