Tagged Again

Thank you, Tizz, for the tag. Here are 7 more random facts about me:

1. I had a huge crush on Duran Duran when I was in junior high. My dad took me to see them in concert when I was in 8th grade (?). Poor guy.
   
2. I didn't change my surname when Tony and I got married. I think I made that decision when I was 5 years old.
   
3. Although I used to be a professional musician, I don't listen to a ton of music. I've been getting back into it lately. I think my ears (and brain) were tired.
4. It took me a long time to feel like I wanted to have a baby. Growing up, I was always thinking about being super career-woman, or the president, or a famous musician or a brain surgeon. It's been a real eye-opener to learn how much I love being a mom and caring for my family.
   

I'm bored with myself. Here are some facts about my husband, Tony:

1. He is the quiet one in his family. If you ever met him, this would really surprise you, and you might be scared to meet the rest of his family.
2. He's really, really, really funny. You're just going to have to trust me on this one.
   
3. He LOVES him some Puccini (I love Mozart...even German Mozart).
4. He's a great leader. He would be an excellent politician or political strategist.
5. He paid his own way through college at the Eastman School of Music. One year, he worked for UPS loading trucks from 4AM-8AM (or 2AM-8AM close to Christmas) every day before going to classes. I've never met anyone who works as hard as he does.
6. He's an incredible gentleman. He ALWAYS opens the car door for me, and compliments my cooking, and thanks me for being a great mom.
7. I had to rush him to the emergency room on Sept 22, 2005, when I was 9 months with child (I love saying that!). He was in so much pain from something (it was a kidney stone) that he was literally screaming in the back seat of the car. He couldn't walk into the building. I asked for help at the reception desk, and they pointed me toward a wheel chair. I mean, Tony is skinny, but I'm pretty sure women who are in their 9th month of pregnancy aren't supposed to lift 160 lb. men. I did it anyway. Two days later, Hal was born at the same hospital. Somehow, my doctor didn't realize that Hal was coming out "sunny-side-up" AND with his head at an odd angle. No wonder it took me 3-4 (I've blocked it out) hours to push him out. Hello! I hope we never have to go to that hospital again. Sorry, mini-rant.

OK, I am tagging Heather, Karen, Tizz, High Desert Diva, Femputer, The Underbunch (should be funny!), and Banana-Head Pancake!