Tag Bitch, Tag
Meeks tagged me, and since she was a recent inspiration, here I am, being all tagged and beautiful. Or something. Whatever.
The Rules: Each player lists 8* facts/habits about themselves. The game rules are posted at the beginning of the post. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment to let them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
* I will be listing 7 facts/habits. Not because 7 is my favorite number, but because I can’t come up with 8.
Between my 100’s lists, I can’t imagine I have 7 facts/habits about myself that I haven’t already told you, but let’s see what I can come up with.
1. For the last several months, I’ve been in the habit of checking out creative writing courses at local colleges. Haven't found anything that would be right for me yet. So I'm not signing up for them of course, but just looking at course descriptions to see what’s offered, how much it costs, etc. Anyone local want to take a night time writing class with me in the city?
2. When I was a teenager, one of the ways I could get my mom to let me borrow her car was to offer to go put gas in it. One afternoon, I was at the gas station and realized that due to my habit of locking the car doors, I’d just locked the keys inside the car. Whoops. So I asked the very nice man at the Hess station (who knew me by sight, because I was there so often, putting $6 of gas into my mom’s car two or three times a week) if I could use his phone to call home.
I called my mom, explained what happened, and asked her to come bring me the spare set of car keys. She wouldn’t do it. To be honest, I think I’d woken her up from an afternoon nap and she didn’t feel like getting dressed and driving that mile. But she didn’t say that. About 15 minutes after we hung up, our neighbor who lived two houses down the street from us pulled into the gas station. I knew her pretty well; I babysat for her kids a lot. She rolled down her window, handed me the spare set of keys, and laughingly called me an idiot. I smiled good-naturedly and thanked her for driving over, but I was hurt.
Adults shouldn’t call kids names. Even when they’re joking. Even when said kids are old enough to be driving. If I’m too young to curse in front of you, then it’s simply wrong for you to call me a name. Anyway, the moral of that store is, every time you take your keys out of the ignition, make SURE you’re holding them in your hands as you get out of the car. I rarely drive these days, what with not owning a car and all, but when I do, it’s a habit of mine to look at my hand and see the car keys in them before I get out of the car and lock the door.
3. Public transportation is great. I don’t use it because I’m doing my part to save the earth and cut down on pollution. I use it because I sold my car to pay for the move here from Florida, and despite all the times I get lost and call people crying to help me find my way home, it’s more convenient than owning a car. The saving the earth thing is just a bonus. But public transportation, despite how great it is, also happens to be filthy. The seat might look clean, but a homeless guy who slept in his own piss might have just sat there before you did. The silver pole looks clean, but the guy standing nearby just sneezed on it before you got on the bus. That’s why I’m in the habit of washing my hands as soon as I come home. I don’t walk around with Purell hand sanitizer, but that’s just because I hate the smell of it.
The Rules: Each player lists 8* facts/habits about themselves. The game rules are posted at the beginning of the post. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment to let them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
* I will be listing 7 facts/habits. Not because 7 is my favorite number, but because I can’t come up with 8.
Between my 100’s lists, I can’t imagine I have 7 facts/habits about myself that I haven’t already told you, but let’s see what I can come up with.
1. For the last several months, I’ve been in the habit of checking out creative writing courses at local colleges. Haven't found anything that would be right for me yet. So I'm not signing up for them of course, but just looking at course descriptions to see what’s offered, how much it costs, etc. Anyone local want to take a night time writing class with me in the city?
2. When I was a teenager, one of the ways I could get my mom to let me borrow her car was to offer to go put gas in it. One afternoon, I was at the gas station and realized that due to my habit of locking the car doors, I’d just locked the keys inside the car. Whoops. So I asked the very nice man at the Hess station (who knew me by sight, because I was there so often, putting $6 of gas into my mom’s car two or three times a week) if I could use his phone to call home.
I called my mom, explained what happened, and asked her to come bring me the spare set of car keys. She wouldn’t do it. To be honest, I think I’d woken her up from an afternoon nap and she didn’t feel like getting dressed and driving that mile. But she didn’t say that. About 15 minutes after we hung up, our neighbor who lived two houses down the street from us pulled into the gas station. I knew her pretty well; I babysat for her kids a lot. She rolled down her window, handed me the spare set of keys, and laughingly called me an idiot. I smiled good-naturedly and thanked her for driving over, but I was hurt.
Adults shouldn’t call kids names. Even when they’re joking. Even when said kids are old enough to be driving. If I’m too young to curse in front of you, then it’s simply wrong for you to call me a name. Anyway, the moral of that store is, every time you take your keys out of the ignition, make SURE you’re holding them in your hands as you get out of the car. I rarely drive these days, what with not owning a car and all, but when I do, it’s a habit of mine to look at my hand and see the car keys in them before I get out of the car and lock the door.
3. Public transportation is great. I don’t use it because I’m doing my part to save the earth and cut down on pollution. I use it because I sold my car to pay for the move here from Florida, and despite all the times I get lost and call people crying to help me find my way home, it’s more convenient than owning a car. The saving the earth thing is just a bonus. But public transportation, despite how great it is, also happens to be filthy. The seat might look clean, but a homeless guy who slept in his own piss might have just sat there before you did. The silver pole looks clean, but the guy standing nearby just sneezed on it before you got on the bus. That’s why I’m in the habit of washing my hands as soon as I come home. I don’t walk around with Purell hand sanitizer, but that’s just because I hate the smell of it.
4. This one’s more factual than habitual: I have flowers on my sheets and teddy bears on my bed. Don’t panic – there are no doilies anywhere in my house. The two teddy bears were a Valentine’s Day gift – they’re the little kissing bears from Hallmark. The flower sheets? My excuse is that I got tired of my polka-dot sheets, and the flower sheets were my only other option. I know. But I promise you my bedroom is not all flowery and frilly. The one I grew up in was, and I hated it.
5. No matter what magazine it is, I always read the last page first. If I am ever in charge of putting out a magazine, the last page will be good stuff. I’ve noticed that I lose a tiny bit of respect for magazines that don’t have an interesting last page. The last page of a magazine can be a funny list, a short article, whatever. But it should be something interesting.
5. No matter what magazine it is, I always read the last page first. If I am ever in charge of putting out a magazine, the last page will be good stuff. I’ve noticed that I lose a tiny bit of respect for magazines that don’t have an interesting last page. The last page of a magazine can be a funny list, a short article, whatever. But it should be something interesting.
6. Since I was a little girl, it’s always taken me a long time to fall asleep. When I was younger, I found all sorts of ways to keep myself amused while waiting to fall asleep. What good is just being an understudy for one character in a play? Right, and that’s why I memorized every role in every play I performed in throughout elementary school. My poor dad probably went to bed himself with a sore throat many nights, from having to yell at me so often to stop singing every song from Fiddler on the Roof and Peter Pan. I also used to do the entire warm-up routine from my gymnastics class on my bed. Good times, good times. After I’d get a few of my nightly yelling-ats, I’d switch to a calmer activity. I would look at the clock, close my eyes for a while, then try to guess what time it was when I was bored. After a while (months? years?) I got pretty good at it.
I’m in the habit of always knowing what time it is. I look at the time approximately 9,583 times each day. I’m a light sleeper, and even if I just turn over in bed, that wakes me up. You know I look at the clock then. I look at the time each time I change activities. I have been known to do the following: look at the clock on my night table, realize I have to get out of the house to be on time somewhere, put on my watch (naturally I check the time on it), and then, while opening the front door, lean back to look at the time on the microwave oven before leaving the house. Okay, and yes, sometimes while waiting for the elevator I do check the time again on my cell phone.
7. 7 is my favorite number. And the song’s not bad either.
8. I’m in the habit of reading the following blogs, who should consider themselves tagged by the way:
- Wide Lawns - who I know will have interesting stuff to share
- The Daily Randi - Look Beyond the Capital Letters – Her Writing is Really Funny. Oh, and Always Click On the Pictures – Sometimes They’ll Take You to Funny Places
- Make Mine Mike - never mind his typing, griping and hyping, his writing is easy on the brain and he seems like such a nice boyfriend for Randi. One of the very few who probably could write about having toast for breakfast and actually could make it interesting
- Bad Beth & Beyond - I’m new to her blog, but am amused each time I read it
- [redacted] – I doubt Dan will do this, but I get so happy each time Bloglines tells me he’s got a new post that this wouldn’t be a proper list if I didn’t include him. Once you read his blog, you’ll wish he worked in your office, or lived next door to you
- Student Nurse Jack – one of the sweetest people I’ve never met
- Childbearing Hipster – like the Wide Lawns chick, I am also secure in her having interesting stuff to share. Some people have good, obscure facts about themselves that will make you like them even more than you already do. CH is one of those people. Plus, if this gets me a comment from CH’s mom (Grammy), I know I’ll have truly made it in blog-life. A girl can always dream.
I’m in the habit of always knowing what time it is. I look at the time approximately 9,583 times each day. I’m a light sleeper, and even if I just turn over in bed, that wakes me up. You know I look at the clock then. I look at the time each time I change activities. I have been known to do the following: look at the clock on my night table, realize I have to get out of the house to be on time somewhere, put on my watch (naturally I check the time on it), and then, while opening the front door, lean back to look at the time on the microwave oven before leaving the house. Okay, and yes, sometimes while waiting for the elevator I do check the time again on my cell phone.
7. 7 is my favorite number. And the song’s not bad either.
8. I’m in the habit of reading the following blogs, who should consider themselves tagged by the way:
- Wide Lawns - who I know will have interesting stuff to share
- The Daily Randi - Look Beyond the Capital Letters – Her Writing is Really Funny. Oh, and Always Click On the Pictures – Sometimes They’ll Take You to Funny Places
- Make Mine Mike - never mind his typing, griping and hyping, his writing is easy on the brain and he seems like such a nice boyfriend for Randi. One of the very few who probably could write about having toast for breakfast and actually could make it interesting
- Bad Beth & Beyond - I’m new to her blog, but am amused each time I read it
- [redacted] – I doubt Dan will do this, but I get so happy each time Bloglines tells me he’s got a new post that this wouldn’t be a proper list if I didn’t include him. Once you read his blog, you’ll wish he worked in your office, or lived next door to you
- Student Nurse Jack – one of the sweetest people I’ve never met
- Childbearing Hipster – like the Wide Lawns chick, I am also secure in her having interesting stuff to share. Some people have good, obscure facts about themselves that will make you like them even more than you already do. CH is one of those people. Plus, if this gets me a comment from CH’s mom (Grammy), I know I’ll have truly made it in blog-life. A girl can always dream.
Labels: Interactive, Personally, Whatcha Readin?
posted by Green at 8/06/2007 11:19:00 PM
1 Comments:
I normally don't like being tagged, but I'm such a sucker for people who think I'm amusing.
And I laughingly called my brother in-law an idiot when he locked himself out of his car. But that's a familial privilege, laughing at a neighbor's kid is just mean.
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