MEME to the Left . . . MEME to the Right . . .

. . . stand up, sit down, WRITE WRITE WRITE!

(Photo stolen from 5500 on Flickr)

 

I'm pretty sure that's a song.  BUT YES, People Who Show Up Here Daily Who Obviously Have Nothing Better To Do Than Pretend To Work . . . I have been tagged by the Meme Fairy.  No, wait, there is no Meme Fairy, unless maybe it's Asthmagirl from Is My Cape Fluttering? because that's who tagged me.

 

Still with me?  Okay, I'm gonna try something new today: I'm gonna set the timer and see how FAST I can lie do this.

 

It is now 12:10 -- GO!

 

1.  I think I saw Robert Plant at a club in Hawaii one night.  He was dressed in leopard spandex pants -- tights, really -- and something equally hideous on top.  He was the right age, had the hair, and he had a hugely skanky young Leopard Lady (almost) in his lap.  He had a snarky expression on his face, as if the world were his oyster -- kinda like See?  I'M taking this rockandroll BABE home tonight!  What are YOU doing?  If it wasn't Robert Plant then it was just sad.

 

2.  I had to use a rest stop bathroom in Japan once.  It looked pretty much like rest stops in California, until I got inside.  I don't care HOW bad I had to go, or WHAT I was going to do about it later, I was NOT using that disgusting hole in the floor.  I bailed.  I've never been so visibly cranky.

 

3.  I was a colossal band geek in high school.  Because the school was small and the band was shrinking, I would volunteer to learn a new instrument for whatever song the instructor had in mind.  On one piece I had my oboe across my lap as I sat in the percussion section.  I played the tri-toms for the opening section (my first and only experience with drums), the oboe most of the time (including a solo), and even played the glockenspiel at one point.  Had the teacher asked me to pick up my tenor sax you KNOW I would have.

 

4.  I wore braces from age 19 to age 22.  Do you think I was popular?  Do you think I dated a lot in college?

 

5.  I once took a big insulated mug to my Friday 8:00 a.m. three-hour design class one morning.  No one thought anything of it, because they all had big insulated mugs, too, full of coffee -- trying to wake up after the week of Pioneer Days partying they'd been muddling through.  Only MY mug wasn't full of coffee -- it was full of strawberry daiquiri.  I don't remember anything else about that day.

 

6.  One of our cats is named after my husband's college landlord, who was a human saliva factory and spoke like his mouth was full of applesauce.  It's provided HOURS of scintillating conversation and late-night gigglefests for Chas and me.

 

12:28 -- done!  Only 18 minutes to churn out this particular load of fertilizer, and I took three business calls while typing.  If only I could get paid for this.  Thank you for reading, People Who Show Up Here Daily Who Obviously Have Nothing Better To Do Than Pretend To Work.

 

Now, I tag . . .

 

Ava Von Snarky

Faux McCoy at confused hero at large

Miss Crayons at 24 Crayons in the Dryer

Ang at St. Fairsted Farm

Tina at Jane Doe, Alive and Well

and

Kyddryn at Shade and Sweetwater  

 

No pressure.  Have fun!

 

Laurie

 

Here are the rules:

(1) Link to the person that tagged you.
(2) Post the rules on your blog. 
(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

Comments

[Snorphtys sniffin fer Chickeipoo]

Well Sarah, I guess you just haven't lived yet, have you?

And don't bite your tongue, bite Mine!

[24Crayons]

Okay, I'm on board I just need a day or two :)

[Foolery]

BITE YOUR TONGUE, Miss Sarah!

And just so you know, those cheerleaders were in a Gay Pride parade, apparently. Now if someone Googles Robert Plant they may get Gay Pride cheerleaders. How mean was THAT?!

[Sarah is Ok]

This post let me spend more minutes than I ever have imagining what it would be like to go to the bathroom over a hole. Over my life I've gone in my pants, a toilet, an outhouse, a pool, a shower, outside, a lake, a bedpan, and a catheter, but never a hole.

I thought you were going to tell us you were a cheerleader. That was a close one.

[The Mom Bomb]

"Pioneer Days"! Them's sounds like good times. We had "Aggie Days".

[Tag MY poots]

Back in Chicago, when you 'tagged' a ChickiePoo, it meant a bit more than just 18 minutes of yak yak.

[Ang]

Can I hate/love you? I really hate me.me.me things yet when you tag me and I so yearn for the day we can sit and drink a really nice bottle of red wine together I wouldn't do one blazing thing to jinx it.

So damn it! I'll pull it off one way or another, but you are going to have to warsh my dually over this... hugs!

[MommyTime]

I love this series of facts, but I might even love your invented cheer (with photo, of course) better. Because it's just so perfectly 8th grade cheerleading as I remember it. Anyone who needs a pick-me-up daiquiri at 8am sounds like someone I would have loved to party with in college. I favored the pick-me-up Bloody Mary with a side of homemade Irish Soda Bread, personally -- but, then, I had a friend who liked to provide those, and in that state, one favors what is easy, no? Ok, did you need that fact about me? Probably not. But I figured I'd give back something in return for this little glimpse. Also, I'm finding this debate on TV a little boring, and writing silliness is far more fun...

[Asthmagirl]

If they were lies, they were good ones! Thanks for playing!

AG

PS~ My dad told me about those same restroom accomodations in China. Yikes!