Not only did I fall behind on awards, I also fell a wee bit behind on memes. If you have tagged me in the past few months, I will get to it. Promise. For now, I thought I would knock out one from Chris of The SuperDad Chronicles. He tossed the 7 Random Things Meme my way because apparently you people really like to hear about me, me, me, me, me, me, and me.

1. I didn't know my husband's name for the first few months that I knew him. No, really, I didn't. We had many, many conversations hanging out in a bank parking lot in Minot, North Dakota, but I didn't know his name. While I am really bad with names, it wasn't truly all my fault. NOBODY knew his real name. All his friends and roommates referred to him by his nickname (I would tell you what it was, but then he would get revenge by walking around calling me by a nickname that I despise with all my soul, and we can't have that). Nobody ever called him by his real name. I finally found out what it was by digging in his glove box and looking at his vehicle registration (when he wasn't paying attention, of course).

2. If you hand me a clarinet and play me a note on any instrument, I will match that tone exactly and on the first try. But while I have perfect pitch while playing an instrument, I can't sing for crap. I couldn't carry a tune if it packed itself into a Coach purse and threw itself over my shoulder.

3. When I was pregnant with Alexis, I didn't want to know whether we were having a boy or girl. My husband couldn't promise to keep his mouth shut, so he wasn't allowed to know either. It wasn't a complete surprise, however, when we had a girl. Around the four-month mark, I started to "feel" that we were having a girl. I don't know why I thought I knew, I just did. I even went so far as to write it down, put the paper in an envelope, and seal it up. The only problem is that I don't remember what I did with the envelope. But I was sure we were having a girl, I swear!

4. Along the same vein, when the moment came for the doctor to announce the little one's birth, he said, "It's a boy!" My wise husband said, "No, it's not." I'm thinking the guy with the Bachelor's degree in Zoology knows something the PhD havin' doctor needs to learn.

5. We didn't have cable when I was growing up since it wasn't available out in BFE. Satellite TV at that time required a dish the size of an elephant and cost a small fortune, so I was a deprived teenager who never got to watch MTV. To say that I was pissed when my Dad got a satellite a few years after I moved away would be an understatement. I wanted to watch music videos in the worst way as a teen. Still do, in fact. Too bad there isn't a channel that shows them.

6. I am trying very hard to convince Mr. Husband that we need to go to Southern California this fall for vacation. Alexis needs to visit every Disney property, after all.

7. A turn into a teary, sentimental wuss anytime Alexis wanders over to me to give me a random kiss. Unsolicited affection isn't something that I'm particularly good at accepting, and that kid has the power to melt me on contact. Unless, of course, she looks like this at the time of contact:

(Go ahead, guess that substance. I'll give you one hint: it's not what you first thought it was.)