Here are the rules of the game:
Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs. Let them know they are tagged by leaving comments on their blogs.
Now I must give you some trivia re: myself. Although I usually like trivia, I am not my favorite subject, so this will take some mental digging. However, I love using bullet points and numbered lists, so that's enough to get me started. So bear with me. Or skip over to Fanatical Apathy; I'll understand.
Seven Things You Might Not Know About Me.
- The first dog I owned (apart from family pets growing up) was a long-haired chihuahua named Twinkle Toes. Although I can't claim that chihuahuas were ever cool, this was long before Paris Hilton made them into living accessories for morons. Twinkle Toes (or Twinkie, as she came to be called) showed up at my house by way of a friend who worked at a veterinarian's office. Twinkie was dumped there - tiny, moody, missing some crucial teeth, a little iffy on the concept of "housebroken," and suspicious of everybody except me. As soon as she saw me, she just fell in behind me, and I had a dog. Such as she was. I kept her through no-pet apartments, my marriage to her least favorite human, moves to Austin, Texas, and babies. Drew has been distracting me from getting another chihuahua all these years by keeping me busy with large collies. But I'm sure he knows that it's just a matter of time before I show up with another big dog in a small package.
- My degree is in psychology. When I was in high school, I wanted to be Bob Newhart (the first one, the stuttering psychologist, not the stuttering Vermont innkeeper). What I learned in college was that, as a psychologist, if you wanted to help your patients more than they would be helped by the mere passage of time, you really need to get yourself a prescription pad, which meant going to med school. Med school was beyond my ambition level.
- I have never smoked pot. I know! I had one chance to try it when I was in high school, but I was afraid I might look like a dork, so I made an excuse. In college, I hung out with brainiacs and athletes. After college, Drew was in the Air Force, which doesn't take kindly to that sort of activity, even if they had paid us enough to afford anything other than food, clothing and sub-standard housing. And no, I don't care to try now.
- I once went to nursing school but quit the day I realized that I would be expected to slide rubber hoses into old men's penises.
- I have raised a child and trained a firefighter to be wordsmiths and grammar police. They will never allow me to forget that I once got so carried away trying to make a completely valid point, that I called a perfectly legitimate item of cycling wear "asinine." But, I mean, come on. If your knees are cold, why wouldn't your ankles be cold? Either wear tights or shorts - don't wear "knickers" that come halfway up your calves. That's just...wrong. And unsightly.
- My stripper name would be Fritzi Laurel (or more literally, Fritzi Laurel Park Drive).
- I was a cheerleader in high school. I know! Hard to imagine today. But at the time, although I was just as shy, I had that hammy thing that shy people have when they get in front of an audience, and I used the cheerleading squad to perform skits, dance, and generally get attention.
I don't spend a lot of time reading blogs, but when I do, here is where I go:
- Dean's blog, because he's a better writer than I am, and leads a more exciting life.
- The Blogess, because she's funnier than I am, and leads a more exciting life.
- Two Can Anne (Anne Altman), because she is young and funny and makes me wonder how cool it would be to be young and talented and living in New York.
- MeMo (Kyrie O'Connor's blog) from the Houston Chronicle. She blogs like she's in your living room with her feet up on your coffee table.
- Deteriorata (dee), a Fanatical Apathy family member, which means she can think and she can write. My North Carolina news. I think one of my favorite bands of the week, Band of Horses, comes from North Carolina, don't they?
- Another Monkey we know as Harold. Fan Ap again. Sorry. We like the way we think. And Harold knows stuff. And he has a very cute picture of a dog on his sidebar. What more do you want? A virtual Obama sticker? He's got one of those too.
- Hedera's Corner by Karen Ivy. Okay, one more Fan Ap. But Hedera is from the Bay Area, and it is the only place on earth I would move away from the Pacific Northwest for (but only if somebody left their house to me in their will because I can't afford one). And she is in a choir, and I love being in a choir. And her blog background and writing voice are so soothing.
7 comments:
Your blog made me smile today...I needed to smile today. It's been a rough day. We'll talk.
Holy crap, Fritzi Laurel Park Drive.
"I realized that I would be expected to slide rubber hoses into old men's penises."
Best line ever.
cpt a:
Thanks, I think, Captain Buzz Kill. Can't take seven hours of meetings? HTFU.
I'm honored to be included. I'll get to my post as soon as I can think of 7 blogs I want to tag. I had a couple of rants to get off my chest before I started that.
You mean I can't include Another Monkey? Damn.
hedera, I think I made that rule up about not repeating blogs. You just go ahead. Harold can take the adulation.
I'm glad to hear you made it up, because Harold deserves it, and frankly I can't think of very many blogs I've poked at that do. I may include one or two of Tammy's - I've met democommie at the General's Place, and I like him.
Piglet, Hedera, thanks so much for the compliments - but I'm going to have to take a pass until after the election. Until then my posts will be primarily political/persuasive, with a few other posts added in to keep me from going nuts. But nothing as stressful as this until the crisis is past.
One way or another I'm going to start drinking heavily the night of November 4. Maybe I should just schedule November 5 off already.
- Harold
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