I've been tagged!

I've been tagged by Johnett of sunshine*kisses! Here are the rules!
1. Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Okay, so here it goes...7 weird facts about me:

1. When I was a baby I had a big, red hemangioma on the side of my face about the size of a silver dollar. Thankfully, it went away by the time I was 2.

2. I had a bit part in the movie War and Remembrance.

3. Mikhail Gorbachev waved to me from his car while I was walking down the streets of D.C. in 1990. I also saw Phil Donahue that day!

4. I have a crippling fear of heights.

5. My great-grandfather was both a U.S. Senator AND Governor from Kentucky.

6. My first published work was when I was 17 years old in the magazine SEVENTEEN.

7. My favorite music is from the 70s, and my favorite group is Steely Dan.

Okay, here is who I am tagging:

Wendy of Glistening Treasures

Eileen of Whimsy Portraits

Vanessa of Vanessa and Company

Heather of Daisy Head Maisy

Richelle of Richelle*Leanne

Have fun girls!

The bane of my existence

I am a bag lady. I LOVE bags. I have been collecting COACH purses since 1992. (I realize this means I either have no life or my priorities are completely out of whack.)

Appropriately enough, my daughter has also become a bag girl. She received her very first COACH purse when she turned 6 years old. (Can't help it...I'm a sucker for a nice bag!)

On par with my love of bags is my love of shoes. Quite ironically, if not utterly tragic, is the fact that I was born orthopedically challenged. My feet are two ironing boards with a couple of legs attached. Despite my LOVE of shoes, I am cursed forever to wear flats and sneakers and other low-heeled, boring footwear.

I remember toughing it out at my wedding, wearing a pair of ivory heels that had been dyed to match my gown. By the time we got to the wedding reception, the pain in my feet and ankles had forced me to swap my exquisite pair of shoes for a pair of flip flops. And so it is that the girl who loves shoes can only admire them from afar. **sigh**

Maybe, if my daughter is lucky enough to grow a pair of normal women's feet, I can live vicariously through her. Until then, I will just keep dreaming of these...

The boy makes a fashion statement.

What do you get when a 4-year old asks to wash the car with Daddy?






A backwards bathing suit two sizes too small and UGG boots.

It's About Time

The truth is here.