I'm It!

Tagged! I'm it! I've been blog tagged by another blogger to share 8 little-known facts about myself. Seeing as how I pretty much blab everything to everyone, I'm finding this task a little daunting. Perhaps I should try and keep more of "me" on the inside, eh? OK, here it goes:
1. I hate two very common American staples: chocolate ice cream and pancakes. You can make me a waffle with the same pancake batter and I will eat it, but put it into a pancake and NO THANKS. Only other people who don't like pancakes understand what I mean about the yucky griddle taste and the inner mush. Narf.
2. I wish I had gone straight to grad school after undergrad because now I feel like my brain is in perma-squish.
3. I hardly ever cry anymore. Aside from the tearing up that happens while watching movies or ABC Extreme Home Makeover, I really never get that upset. I seriously can't remember the last time I cried about something. Yay for stability. (Famous last words.)
4. It drives me nuts when people push elevator buttons more than once. If it's already lit, why are you pushing it? Do you think it will make us get to your floor faster? Do you think the elevator gods, sensing your impatience, will skip everyone else's floor and help you to yours because you pushed it 5 times?
5. When I was little I made up a name that I was certain I'd name my daughter and I named all of my dolls this name for a good two years. I thought it was the most beautiful name in the universe: Cleatha (Clee-uh-thuh.) Good thing I outgrew that. It sounds like a venereal disease.
6. I haven't read a newspaper since I moved to California. When the NY Times and Post were no longer available on my commute to the subway, I went digital. Thank goodness for CNN.com or I might be running around thinking Mit Romney was some kind of baseball glove. Oh how I miss Page 6, though.
7. I'm dying to go to a baseball game again... Ideally, I’d want to see a Red Sox game in Boston. I think it would even merit me eating a celebratory hot dog for the occasion...
8. I usually hate hot dogs. Tubular meat just ain’t my thing.

And if you're reading this, and I know you, and you blog-- TAG, you're it.