I've been tagged!

Well, I've been tagged. According to my sister, that means that I need to post 6 things about myself that I don't think many people know. After thinking about it for a few days, I've come up with a few things that I'm willing to share:
1. I have no coordination. Seriously. It takes me months of running before I find my rhythm. (that's why I've only run regularly once in my life). It takes a few months of step aerobics before I stop tripping over the steps. Even after doing flags for a year in the high school marching band, I still only made alternate at BYU, and it took a year there to feel comfortable. I stuck with it, and even in my 4th - yes, 4th - year, I still didn't feel fluid. I did it because I enjoyed it, but not because I felt I was particularly good. Dancing mortifies me. One of my most embarrassing moments was country dancing on an early date with Aaron. I'm still shocked to this day that he didn't dump me that night. (You know what I'm talking about, don't you Aaron?) I feel like Elaine (from Seinfeld) has more dancing talent than me. I will do everything I can to avoid dancing, because it is a humiliating public display of my lack of talent. And it breaks my heart that a few of my boys seem to have inherited this lack of skill from me.
2. I am afraid of flying. I was in college, coming home from school for Christmas back in 1989. A friend of mine had just died and his funeral was at the same time as my flight. As we were taking off, I had an epiphany - he's dead, and I could also die, at any moment. An airplane is not a good place to come to that understanding. Every bump, every bit of turbulance made me think, "This plane could come down, and I could die at any time. Really die. Like squished on the ground dead. Really." Ever since then, flying reminds me of my own mortality, and I'm not ready to die yet. So I'm afraid to fly.
3. One of my life's ambitions is to play in the Orchestra at Temple Square. Music really touches me, and playing in a really good ensemble gives me goosebumps still. My favorite CD, Bach in the Bath, can actually bring me to tears when I get the chance to listen to it in a still moment. The slow building of Prelude, the soft entry of the flute, the dynamics... ahh, I need to put it on. Music is such an important part of me, and I'm so grateful that I have a sliver of that talent left. The best Christmas present ever was when I got my Yamaha silver head open-holed flute when I was 17. I actually cried. Still brings tears to my eyes. And it's sitting here, right in front of me, 21 years later, because I 've been asked to play for the Christmas program at church, which means I get to (yes, I said GET TO) practice.
4. Another life's ambition is to finish a college degree. I have always loved the medical field, and I wish I would have listened to mom and dad when they tried to talk me into going into nursing. But, no, I was stubborn and didn't want to be talked out of being a chief of staff at a trauma center (which was my life's ambition before I realized that I wanted to be a mom sometime, too, and when I realized I couldn't do both, my academic life fell apart.) Now that life and reality and realistic expectations have set in, I still want to get a degree and then find a job at a hospital - when my boys are grown.
5. Julie, I'm with you - I value sleep more than watching a stupid ball drop on New Year's eve. Besides, all those drunk people in Times Square give me the willies. Did I mention that I'm afraid of drunk people, too? I was chased out of a pizzeria when I was a teenager by a drunk man who couldn't understand that I was drinking ROOT BEER, not beer, so he blew up and chased us out. Kind of ironic that a drunk man got mad because he thought we were drinking, don't you think? Anyway, the erratic behavior of drunks scares me, especially when they get behind the wheel. Which is why I avoid driving on holidays...
6. Lastly, even with my life feeling a little chaotic (ok, a lot chaotic), if I happened to get pregnant again and have one more baby boy, I would be oh-so-very happy. But don't tell my husband. I think he's had enough.

So, have I shocked anyone? Or is this stuff that you all knew?

I must go. I've got so much to do, and I'm so very behind, and I think that Jacob may be destroying his room, again...