I've been tagged by Mermanda. Mermanda is funny and pretty and lovely so I can't not do her meme. Even though I do these things all the time. And hate them.
Here are the Rules:
1. Link to the person who 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.
Right-o.
1. I was four years old when my little sister was born. I wanted my parents to name her Tulip. I told them that the name they chose for her was too "dusty" - I have no idea what this means.
2. I can't fall asleep at night until I've checked my alarm clock at least 5 times. I can't just look at it to make sure it's set - I have to actually touch it to make sure the toggle is in the right position. I don't know why it bothers me so much - it's not like I actually get up when the alarm goes off.
3. Both of my sisters are vegetarians but I'm pretty sure I could never become one. I don't have the will power to give up cheeseburgers. I eat a lot of vegetarian foods and I dislike a lot of meat but I could never give up cheeseburgers. I've tried vegetarian patties but they're crap. Soy patties, tvp patties, mushroom and oat patties = ALL CRAP. Give me beef.
4. I have a horrible sense of direction. Whichever direction I'm facing feels like North. I have no idea how to fix this.
5. I met Shawn in a bar. I was drunk. He was drunk. Maybe one day I'll write a post about it but most likely I won't. It would be a short post, consisting of "I met Shawn in a bar. I was drunk. He was drunk. And we lived happily ever after. The End."
6. I hate blue cheese. I'm disappointed in myself because I would like to love all cheese equally but I cannot bring myself to even slightly like blue cheese. It tastes like feet.
I am refusing to tag people in the hopes that karma will prevent anyone from tagging me in the future. Mermanda, this means you.
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I also hate blue cheese. It is gross. Why should you make perfectly good food taste like feet? You shouldn't. End of story.
ReplyDeleteOk... your #1... What DID your parents name your sister? Inquiring minds want to know.
ReplyDeleteMy parents wanted to name my sister Casandra, but I cried and said that name was ugly. The truth is that I thought "Casandra" sounded way prettier and more elegant than "Amanda". I was such a brat when I was five. They ended up naming her Lindsey--which is equally as boring as Amanda. So I'm fine with it really.
P.S. NO YOU ARE!!!! (In regards to opening sentence.)
NOOO!!!!! bleu cheese is SO GOOD! yum yum yum yum yum yum yum :-)
ReplyDeletei also cannot give up cheesburgers. or pork products. or... um.. meat.
I have to check my alarm clock four times, so you beat me by one!
ReplyDeleteBlue cheese is a little good, but the smell of it tends to drive me away.
ReplyDeleteI do the same thing with my alarm clock. I don't know why because like you, I never get up when it goes off. It's so very OCD.
ReplyDeleteT and I started dating because we got drunk in the woods the weekend after Thanksgiving. We were 17. Classy with a capital C! =)
I am the same exact way about the alarm clock. Maybe it is caused by husbands who make the dresser a mess? :)
ReplyDeleteHmm...a dusty name. Did they go with the dusty name? Is her name Outback? Or maybe CountryRoad?
ReplyDeleteI do the alarm clock thing, too...and I hate blue cheese. But I keep trying it, dammit. Why must it be a trendy cheese. Why can't mozzarella be trendy??
I couldn't become a vegetarian because of bacon.
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