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November 28, 2006

Day Twenty-Eight - Thank God, a Tagging!

I'd hoped to write one of my long-winded, thoughtful, possibly humorous posts today, probably about earplugs, but that's so not going to happen. I'm exhausted. Still feeling slightly crappy, and Clara Jane's still snotting all over the place. I spent the day trying to get everything back to normal after the long weekend away, which means shitloads of laundry. No real break, since The Snotmeister 2004 opted to not nap today.

Yeah. Brain-dead. That's me.

Luckily, my old pal Kara Joy, who I've known since we weren't a whole lot older than our kids are now, tagged me to talk about how weird I am. I'm pretty sure I did a similar meme a year or so back. Once I answer this one, I'll dig up the URL for the old one and post the link so you can get a double-dose of my weirdness. We'll see if I repeat.

Are y'all getting bored with this? You're getting bored with this. I can tell. You're all very quiet. I don't blame you one bit at all. I'd be sick of me, too, if I'd read 28 days of me.

Anyway, back to the meme. Here's the rules: Each player of this game starts with the “6 weird things about you”. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

I normally don't tag, but I'm going to tag some of my fellow NaBloPoMoers to give them a boost. I know I needed it.

1. I love grocery stores. It can be frou-frou places like Whole Foods or Wine & Cheese Place, or a small-town mom & pop joint. Doesn't matter. I love them all, and I'm compelled to check them out. If I'm in a new city, I have to check out as many grocery stores as possible, partially because I have to try the local potato chips. Canadians - ketchup-flavored potato chips? Why?

Sometimes I even miss grocery stores from my past, or get wistful about stores that I never visited. One of the local grocery chains went out of business the same week I moved to St. Louis almost eight years ago. Just last week I drove past what had been the location closest to my house and thought, "Gee, I wonder what shopping at National was like?"

2. My bras have to fit perfectly. If they don't, I will fidget myself to death. I'm not above doing pilates-style moves with my shirt hiked up to my ribcage to adjust the back strap in public, or, as I displayed a few days ago, standing on a patio with other human people and passersby on the street, bent over, with my hand shoved into my right cup to get everything adjusted just where I want it. But at least you'll never see my 32 ounce boobs spilling out of a 20 ounce cup. I may have absolutely no class whatsoever, but my boobs look good and I'm comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable, now that I think about it.

3. I read in bed every single night before I fall asleep. Doesn't matter how tired I am. I will read until my eyes slam shut, even if it's just one page.

4. I like my leftovers cold. Pizza, chili, Thanksgiving fixings (except for cold gravy, which is disgusting and could almost turn me off of gravy altogether ... almost), fried chicken, burritos. I rarely reheat any of them. This goes against everything I learned in culinary school about taste and temperature, but I don't care. I like cold leftovers. Always have. Although I seem to be outgrowing my cold chili affection. I've been reheating it over the past few years.

5. I hate having unannounced visitors, mainly because I dress like a complete slob when I'm at home and I'm probably not wearing a bra, despite (or because of) what I said in #2. If you were to drop in right now, you'd find me in ratty yoga pants, a three-year-old maternity t-shirt that's threadbare in areas and, of course, no bra. You'd find yourself punched in the face. Okay, not really, but you'd probably find yourself standing on my porch, wondering why I'm glaring out the window at you and not letting you in.

6. I've never had a cavity or braces.

Am I as weird as I was sixteen months ago? You be the judge.

I lied. I'm not going to tag. Too tired and lazy. If you're NaBloPoMoing and need some fodder, run with it.

Posted by Robin at November 28, 2006 06:18 PM

Comments

So you're saying if I dropped by unexpectedly wearing an ill-fitting bra and holding a cold bowl of chilli that we wouldn't be friends. Hmmph.

Posted by: m at November 29, 2006 02:16 AM

ketchup chips are EXCELLENT as are dill pickle chips. now i know what to get you for christmas. and sheesh, you people DEEP FRY TWINKIES AND MARS BARS. gack.

Posted by: jenB at November 29, 2006 02:19 AM

Ah yes, unannounced visitors are extremely annoying. Especially when it's your MIL!!! GAH!

Posted by: carrster at November 29, 2006 10:59 AM

Dill pickle chips are perhaps the ultimate in flavored chips. Fried pickles (slices only, no spears please) are their southern cousin. And anything breaded and deep-fried is awesome. Bill and Boomhauer are my heros.
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Posted by: B at November 29, 2006 11:46 AM

yay yay and YAY!

but here's the thang, 'lil missie - you were supposed to choose wierd things about you - not endearing, lovable type examples. i want skinned cats in the closet, snot sammiches, etc. :)

we have our own version of snot fest 2006 happening here right now as well. replete with high fever and goopy eyes. i know it's fantastic for bebe to be sick, building immunity, blah blah blah - but isn't there an easier way? ;)

i'm always in my comfy clothes, too. troub;e is, i still answer the door. this doesn't help those who think that i sit around all day watching oprah and eating bon-bons while sipping champagne part with their ill-conceived notions of how i spend my days. bwahahahahahahaha!

Posted by: kara joy at November 29, 2006 01:16 PM

Jen, those ketchup chips are just gross, but Clara Jane loves them.

Dill pickle chips, especially Old Dutch, are awesome! B.'s family lives close enough to Canada to get all the weirdo flavors. I also like Old Dutch Onion & Garlic and the Canadian mustard and onion ones.

And yeah, I am from the part of the world where everything is better fried. Chicken, ravioli, pickles, catfish, wads of corn meal mush, okra, plain ol' batter ... I'd list more, but my chest is starting to ache.

Mary, I'd totally be your friend, even if you showed up in such a state. I really don't care about how others present themselves. I just have really strict rules for myself.

KJ, alas, no skinned cats today. Snot sandwiches, I could probably manage. I guess I could have mentioned the dimple above my butt crack. I always thought it was a scar from having a tail removed, until Clara Jane was born with the exact same dimple. That's our equivilent to you and Riley with your finger-toes. Which, by the way, I remember from when we were kids. You and Susan H. both had them.

Posted by: Robin at November 29, 2006 02:16 PM

I am soooo with ya on the Bra part -- I've been caught with my hand in there trying to adjust at work a time or two. ;)

((And by-the-way, Thankya for the Birthday Wishes too!!))

Posted by: Debbie at November 29, 2006 04:23 PM

We've got ketchup flavored chips here too but they don't turn my crank too much. Now the paprika ones...Mmmmm.

Unannounced visitors drive me mad too but I tell ya, if I showed up on your porch you'd best let me in, bra or no bra.

Posted by: Dixie at November 29, 2006 05:41 PM

I cannot remember the last time that I had a bra that did not ride up in the back or require the full boob lift re-position within a couple of hours of wear. I adjust in public too. I can't help it.

Posted by: Michelle at November 30, 2006 08:53 AM