Here are the instructions:Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.So here we go; 7 random and/or weird facts about me:
1. My Siblings are spread from Auckland in New Zealand to Perth in Western Australia
2. I have two stray sons, who followed each of my two older sons home from school in their respective grade 11 year, (School mates)... and continued living with us till after they finished school.
3. My wife was garranteed that we would not be able to have any more kids due to radiation therapy in 1994 that had killed all the eggs in her ovaries..... We had our youngest son in 1997.............
4. When it comes to christmas and easter, I reckon that I am a bigger kid than my own children...
5. Last Christmas, my youngest (then 9yo), woke me at 02:30 in the morning, to say that Santa had been. He only survived till morning, because he lead the wake up call with a cup of coffee, under my nose.......
6. By putting one arm up behind my back and one arm down over my shoulder, i can shake hands behind my back.
7. When doing touching my toes type exercises from a standing position, I can touch them with my bare knuckles.
Having already done one meme this week. I will leave this one open to anyone who wants to be tagged.
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4 comments:
LOL at the two extra sons, bet you weren't expecting that one!
Only the first one, by the time No'2 hit grade 11, it was a running joke in the family about who was going to follow him home, and could he keeep him too.... only glad daughter didn't follow her brothers tradition.......
Wow, you must be flexible with the back shaking hands and the scraping knuckles.
Thanks for that.
Love your sense of humour--I especially got a smile over the stray sons, because it gave me a flashback to my youth. My best friend's family had seven children and a huge, rambling home in a small rural village. There were always extra kids living there, friends of the sons and daughters (including me, who lived there several different summers) and it didn't phase the parents one iota. Seven or seventeen for supper wasn't a problem. Their home was one of my most cherished places to be.
Being a bigger kid than your children is a good thing! Good on you!
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