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This post comes to your living room (or office while your boss isn't looking) courtesy of Katie. That's right, I got tagged.

The Rules:
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (**if you’re a non-blogger, you can email them!)
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

My eight random facts and/or habits:

1. I'm pretty OCD. It's really hard for me not to do things such as straightening pictures in other people's houses. Often, I'll be sitting with Katie and out of nowhere jump to my feet and run to the other side of the room. She'll be looking around trying to figure out what the emergency is, while I'm just over there because I noticed a pillow that wasn't straight. If you want to really drive me nuts, leave a drawer slightly open.

2. When I get nervous, I do math in my head. I usually stick with equations involving square roots and prime numbers. I love prime numbers - they're one of my favorite things in life. Prime numbers and puppies.

3. When I was in the second grade, I used to "teach" karate to my friends during recess. Really, this just involved them paying me money to push me on the swing. We would line up at the swing set and one guy would push me while two more would be in front of me. When I would pass by them, I would kick at them so that they would learn how to block a frontal attack. Everything, of course, was inspired by The Karate Kid. So, before I would kick, we would review the "wax on / wax off" motion - this lesson lasted pretty much all year. The grand finale was teaching the final swan jump kick made famous in the movie. I actually had to get off the swing to teach this, but I figured they should eventually get some value out of all their lost lunch money.

4. I very rarely ever finish a book. I really enjoy reading...just usually the first 50 pages.

5. I'm never hesitant to speak of my admiration for Sting as my musical hero. What I usually don't admit (that publically anyway) is that I'm a huge Timberlake fan. He's a genius and amazingly talented. Yes, I know that I'm a 27 year old married guy.

6. As a kid, my life ambition was to grow up to be Defensive End for the Dallas Cowboys. Furthermore, I thought the job was going to be a lock for me, easy and simple. I literally believed they were just waiting for me to grow up and show up. Guess not...

7. I admit it, I have a "man crush" on Bill Clinton.

8. In college, my roommates and I bought a carton of milk and decided to keep it in the fridge for as long as we could to see what would happen to it. As one would expect, it was pretty gross after seven months. Utterly disgusting, actually. Well, after said seventh month, Jonathan and I decided it was time to get rid of the milk. It was nasty. Extremely nasty. Curdled, totally separated, stinky, and skunky...oh so stinky and skunky. Anyway, it was night and we thought a decent time to walk outside an dump it out. We were living on the second floor of an apartment that had wood slotted porches with porch swings. For some reason, which I really can't remember, we decided not to make the trek to find a good spot of grass to kill and instead decided to dump the milk right outside our door. We flipped the lid, held our nose, and poured the milk through the slats of our porch. It lumped out in the beginning, followed by the more watery substance, and it all carried a smell that would cause gag reflexing in a split second. As it happened, we had only begun to pour the milk when in the darkness we heard a desperately panicked yet incredibly angry "What the f*@!" Turns out, a friend of the guys living below us was sitting on the porch swing directly below us...I mean, it was a perfect hit. We nailed him. The next thing we heard was a bunch of cussing mixed with footsteps running up the stairs towards us, so we did what any brave and indestructible college kids would do - we ran inside, double locked the door, and fell to the floor laughing our butts off as he was hitting our door on the outside calling us to come out. Yeah that was going to happen. I think we really did feel at least a little bad - I mean, the smell had to have stayed with him for a while - but it was just so amazingly funny.

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So now for my own tagging. Being that this has gone around and I've spotted it in a couple of different of my "blog clicks" (as I call it), I'm trying not to tag anyone for a second time. So, here's my best shot:
Commish, Dan, Jerod, John Mark, jonny5, Nicoli, Tyson, and Mark Cuban.

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