I've been tagged! Mind you, it was half a month ago or more, but nontheless...
I share the love of lists with Sue-diddly-udinym because she is as crazy as I am... The following are seven random or weird facts about myself, and I've tagged a few pals to do the same:

1. After watching a movie a la Alfred Hitchcock that had a woman with no nose in the bathroom (odd, the things that stand out in the mind of a 5-ish year old) I refused to go to the bathroom by myself for several weeks. SOMEONE had to be in the bathroom with me, and/or the door open, hallway light on (not to mention all the bedroom lights), the shower curtain open, and all the drawers/cabinets opened to reveal their contents. Oh, and the blinds on the window had to be firmly SHUT!! Go figure.

2. My Aunt Kay, who would ALWAYS bring me watermelon and strawberries covered in chocolate when I was sick, would threaten me with White Castle if I ever disagreed with her choice for eating out (I despised White Castle, altho I have no idea why). This is the same woman with whom I had a food fight in the middle of Long John Silver's when I was 2. Maturity revealed.

3. The only bona fide vacation I can remember growing up was to Walt Disney World with my dad, his wife, and stepbrother, Scott. I threw up in line for a ride, and my dad yelled at me (ok, so what he had asked me if I felt okay about 2 minutes earlier?! If you ever saw the man, you would lie, too, at 7 years old... scared the crapola outta me!). My stepmom, Barbara (God bless that woman! (Next to my mother) without Barbara, I would never have had a relationship with my father...) yelled right back at him and I was treated to ice cream and french onion soup for the rest of the day. Score!

4. I love french onion soup. No idea where the fascination started, beyond the fact there's a LOT of cheese in it! Seriously, how can one go wrong with cheese in the mix?!

5. I have an unhealthy obsession with watching Texas, Walker Ranger whenever it is on television. You know, I think it has something to do with the fact that the good guy ALWAYS wins...

6. Growing up I had a bowl of ice cream with my mom every night before I went to bed. It became sort of a tradition... and eventually it turned into ritual... now it is just life. Ice cream before bed? Duh...

7. I have had...a lot of cats. Domino was the first (black and white), given to me by a neighborhood maintenance man, Bobert (I invented the name when I learned Bob was really Robert. That blew my mind. I was, like, five). Domino was too much a free spirit and ran away. After Domino was Silver, a gray kitten a friend gave me (local stray). Silver ran away, too. Unhealthy trend, here. After Silver came Tigger (another stray) who was preggers with three kittens of her own (I named one of the kittens Tigger Two, that's all I really remember of the kittens... besides the fact that Tigger had the kittens under my sister's bed and had the afterbirth on her bed... gross...). We gave the kittens all away to friends of the family and Tigger, I believe, ran away from kitty post-partum depression. Then came Kai. The Evil of my family. I had Kai for SEVERAL years--seventh grade (or so) through college. I left Kai with mom while I was in college, and Kai loved every second I was gone (we played a bit, er, rough? Kai never liked men... or children. Hm). Kai now safely lives with my college roommate, Sara. Kai likes Colorado, I think.
Now I have Suri. Suri will be 3 in January. She's a very lovable kitty, but can play rough (no, she didn't learn it from me this time!). Domino, Silver, Tigger, Tigger II, unknown kitty b, unknown kitty c, Kai and Suri. 8 cats. One more, and I'll have had nine lives...

I tag... Searching for Creativity, the Lone Ranger and Growing in Grace... :)