5 Things
My ex-pal Kathie Sever tagged me yesterday. This means I had to actually THINK about something other than my puppy eating its own shit and the hawk trying to kill my lone surviving chicken... Kathie will regret her actions. Apparently it is WAY cool to get tagged and means you are part of that secret upper echelon of shiny peeps who have thick hair and white teeth, which explains why I'm just now getting tagged when this trend has surely run its course and is dying on the vine. Anywho, I'm supposed to list 5 little known things about me and then I'm to torture 5 more bloggers with a tag, but I never could follow rules, so I'm tagging ALL of our guest bloggers here at AustinMama. Ha, ha suckahs!Here goes:
1. No one, under any circumstances, at any time, is allowed to touch my kneecaps when my legs are straight. When they are bent, this is not an issue.
2. In 5th grade, a handful of us girls decided to form a membership-only "gang." That evening, I spent well over an hour constructing talisman/tokens for each member, which consisted of small foil squares filled with Folgers coffee, then shaped into interesting teardrop-like forms (think big smelly hershey's kisses, here). Each membership token was to be presented with a small pirate-like scroll, again that I toiled over -- soaking each parchment in brewed tea to make them look old, then tying them with ribbon. I only remember the first line on the scroll: "Welcome to the group!"
3. I was on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries, filmed here in Austin. My boyfriend at the time had been "cast" as an extra. I joined him on the set wearing an outrageous hat I used to think was cool, and some thrift-store duds. The director made his way over to me and said "Wow.. did you mean to wear that?" He immediately put me in the scene. My boyfriend, however, was put on crowd control. He was so mad, he kept both his $50.00 check and mine.
4. In the house I grew up in, there was a switch-plate in my parents room with a switch that appeared to have no use. I convinced myself that the switch, when flicked on, would deliver chunks of meat down a metal chute to the prisoners we kept in our basement. Several times a day for many years, as I passed the switch, I would flick it a couple of times in triumphant generosity. I imagined the prisoners cheering my name and worshipping me for my kindness. (interesting aside: we had no basement).
5. I despise, with every cell in my body, washing silverware by hand and long toenails on anyone.
Okay. who's next???
posted by Kim @ 12:01 PM
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bwa-hahahahahahhahhahahahaha!*
*spitting coffee
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