Anyway, here are the rules:
1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog. Check.
2. Share 7 random and/or weird things about yourself. Brace yourselves.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. On it.
Here's my seven:
- Roughly once a year, I am convinced that eating Taco Bell is a good idea. It never is. Today was that day.
- I cannot actually snap my fingers. But I can fake it.
- At 5:17 a.m., I had the first "I'm not going to get a new job" dream of the season.
- I like food that makes me cry. Italian food has proved utterly incapable of this and is, thus, highly over-rated in my book. You cannot convince me otherwise.
- I once had a job opening payment envelopes for an insurance company. Actually a machine opened the envelopes. My job was to push the button to make the machine open them and to stick my finger inside if the machine got jammed.
- I once invented a fake girlfriend and got her pregnant as a way to convince my family to stop asking me when I would get married and/or give them grandchildren. I did this on Mother's Day. Her name was Ilsa, and I have no regrets.
- When I was in kindergarten, I cut my finger with a scalpel. I felt no pain until I was given a shot to numb my hand in the Emergency Room. The pain was not from the needle but from being tricked and can best be explained by what my older sister heard me scream from her vantage point outside: "This isn't ice cream!"
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i'm so with you on the food emotions and i really dig the name ilsa. good lie.
December 1, 2007 at 5:43 PMTaco Bell? What on earth were you thinking? Seriously?
December 1, 2007 at 7:32 PMAnd done! Complete with clip from 70s made-for-TV melodrama.
December 1, 2007 at 11:22 PMFirst off, thanks for participating. I'm loving your answers.
December 2, 2007 at 10:28 AMAnyway, I don't know why I ever think Taco Bell is a good idea. I'm glad it only happens once a year or so, but yes, sadly, I'm quit serious about thinking that.
It's probably tied to the same impulse that leads me to start growing a beard at certain times of the year only to abandon it halfway through. That's also happening right now, though I'm fairly certain that's going to vanish today.
Maybe it's a weird end of the term coping mechanism?
OK, the idea of sticking my fingers into a machine designed to slice things, even when it is jammed, gives me the heebeejeebees.....
December 2, 2007 at 4:24 PMAs well it should.
December 2, 2007 at 4:34 PMThat job also had the distinguishing feature of being from 10:30 p.m. to 9:00 a.m. So it really was the best of all possible worlds.
Done and done. And I hope you eventually forgave your family for such cruel deception.
December 2, 2007 at 7:54 PMPost a Comment