Seven Weird/Random Things
Courtesy of Cynematic!
1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and or weird things about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1. I have to write out numbers. See that title? SEVEN, not 7. I do just put the number sometimes because I think normal people do, and it hurts me.
2. I own a Ziggy pillowcase from my childhood, from at least before I was three (see that, THREE, not 3) according to pictures. And yep, it’s on my bed right now.
3. I am re-pinking my hair right now. With Rusk Scream that my hairdresser gave me. It lasted for about three weeks but it not as smooth to put on as Manic Panic.
4. My children thought cottage cheese was ice cream for about three or four years. Oh yeah!
5. I cannot spread my toes, at all. It’s the silliest thing and the complete opposite of my sister and apparently, Cynematic.
6. I am so super ticklish everywhere and it pisses me off. NB has recently found this out. STOP IT.
7. For the first time in my life, I would like my libido to cool off just a bit…maybe to say, NORMAL. Down, girl, DOWN.
I have to tag people, and I don’t care if you’ve already done this before (suckas!) so I tag:
Sara
Not Faint Hearted
Kathy
Zoe
DaisyBones
And then I’ve just decided to tag my CATS. We are definitely at the end of November. Cat blogging weekend, here we come.
Posted by Melissa on November 23rd, 2007 under Meme, NaBloPoMo, Silly Hair Blogging
November 23rd, 2007 at 4:34 pm
My spacing sucks today!!! What the hell? Sorry.
November 23rd, 2007 at 4:54 pm
I have to write out numbers, too, especially in titles (unless I’m feeling really lazy).
Thanks for the tag. I was running out of NaBloPoMo material.
November 23rd, 2007 at 7:01 pm
Number “Four” is pure GENIUS!
Wish I’d thought of it. Of course, my kids think scotch is just “mommy’s juice.” Whatever.
November 24th, 2007 at 10:43 am
my brother and i thought yogart was ice cream until we were like 10. the joys of growing up in a commune. oh, thanks for the tag. you and 5 others got me on the same day. daoes that mean i have to write 42 (forty two) random things about me?
November 24th, 2007 at 12:28 pm
This is because of the kitten thing, isn’t it? Dammit! I hate consequences!
I still demand kittiness, though, perhaps now more than ever. Cheeky, right? And you do understand that I don’t care what they personally have to say; I just want to look at them. I’m shallow like that.
Mrow.
Oh, and you might want to consider the possibility that your libido is right on schedule for your age, that exploiting it not stifling it might be a biological imperative (imperative!) as well as the correct moral and ethical choice. This has nothing to do with babymaking and everything to do with grabbing the goodies of life while they’re in front of you. When that urge subsides (as it does for many of us), it really does subside; enjoy it while you have it. And I say any man who’s not catching that wave while it’s going is, um, probably employed or something and needing a great deal of sleep.
You might also want to consider the possibility that I could be utterly wrong and worth ignoring. This is rarely a completely bad idea.
November 24th, 2007 at 10:49 pm
Oh. The tag thing is done. sort of. :D
November 25th, 2007 at 5:05 pm
Sara, yes, employed. A hard working manager type, he gets tired. Whatever, I say. He does do a bang up job keeping up with me, but there are those days where I didn’t teach that day and he worked 12 hours and I’m all, DUDE.
I think you are utterly right on!
Zoe, I’m going to say yes, I’d like to see 42 things please.
November 27th, 2007 at 6:27 pm
like the bowl of cherries. they are beauteous.
2-wasn’t Ziggy a weird mainstream version of an underground hippie character? kinda like a cousin to that hand-drawn kilroy dude of “kilroy was here”?
5-so sad for you. i can spread my feet so wide they are practically EEEEs. (the dubious things dads will teach their children…)