I've been tagged again by the adorable Merrianne. This tag is seven things about me.
1- I like randomivity (as Mags puts it). Random things make me laugh and laugh and laugh. Napoleon Dynamite, for example. Loved that movie! The random scene breaks. The sudden dancing on stage. Things that make you say, WHAT THE CRAP WAS THAT!? Ya. Those are my favorite.
2- I think cold-sores suck big, fat, moss-covered rocks. I've only had a few in my life... I think four or maybe five, but they bite the BIG ONE. I have one right now (a HUGE one) that's on it's way out. On Saturday I had TWO, yes, TWO people glance at me and say... nevermind... I just have to tell the stories.
Story#1 My cousin, Blake, came in my mom's house and said (as I turned around from a mixing bowl with a spatula in my hand), "Enjoyin' that chocolate, are you?" (I was making cream-cheese frosting which is WHITE, mind you!) I replied, "Huh? Oh... you mean my COLD SORE?" He thought I had some sort of chocolate cake batter or brownie mix on my face.
Story#2 Not two hours after the occurrence of story #1, my sister Lacy looked up at me at the dinner table and said, as she unconsciously wiped at her lip, "Clance, ya got some food on your face." I responded, "You mean, my COLD SORE?"
Both of them were very abashed, but I just thought to myself, "That will be a sweet blog entry!"
3- My hands get freakin' freezing when I sit at the computer. So, now, every time you read a blog entry, know that I sacrificed to write it. ;) lol!
4- I use these "..." in excess. Look through my blog posts. I bet there's ...'s in almost every one. I love to use them. I use way more than appear on my posts because I'm a super-freak editor. There is always many to delete.... :)
5- I am a concerned squirrel parent. My child is reaching his adolescent weeks and I am having some behavior issues. Incessant jumping, scratching me all over my arms (as he's hugging me like a tree and shimmying up my limbs), sneaking out of his box after curfew, chewing on things!, peeing on my shirt... I just don't know what to do with him! (Does anyone who lives where I live have a metal cage? He can chew through overturned laundry baskets....)
6- I don't eat very well when my husband is not home. Or drink enough water. Or sleep enough (but that is true whether he's home or not).
7- If someone puts their hand flat on my back, between my shoulder blades, I can grab around their hand and squeeze it with my blades. My blades... that sounds funny. lol!
There you are. I tag Connie, Holly, Brecca, Carmy, Beth B., Emilee, Jenny, and Melissa D. I hope they're reading.