Edit Two:And Bubba's Sis, (affectionately known as B/S--but she's not full of b/s, promise) is pretty much my favorite person EVER. And.....D, USO Girl, she's taking me on a sisterchick road trip. For sure she's my favorite person...EVER.
Edit: Tagging Twisted & Skewered--go over there and read this latest post--you're probably going to go away feeling superior to her, lol. (kidding!).
And......my buddy Cat, it's been awhile since I've tagged her. She's a slacker this week, so maybe she'll blog something good now!
I've been tagged not once, but TWICE, and I'm just now doing the tag because I wanted to take time and think! So, Katja at Scimbaco, who said I was "so cool" and is now my favorite person EVER--oh check out her site, amazing things there. And Jenny at Jenny Up The Hill, who tagged me a longggg time back(sorry sorry sorry, Jenny, I'm a loserhead) and said some pretty darned nice things as well, and is now my favorite person EVER, this is for you:
Eight Facts About Me I've taken creative license here and turned it into:
Four Things I Seriously Despise
followed later in the week by
Four Things I Seriously Adore
* When I go to the grocery store and hand over my 'store card' and they swipe, thus applying the discount (aka sale price) and at the same time recording my buying preferences. The clerk hands me a receipt (four feet long). Tells me how much I've 'just saved'.
Are you KIDDING me? I've shelled out $250 for a scant week of groceries, there is no steak in my cart, not even a roast. Heck, chicken breasts are even a treat nowadays! And I will be back three times this week for more bread, milk, bananas and popcorn! There's no savings here. Say it like it is---'this is a fraction of the mark up on our merchandise, lady. Eat THAT.'
* When friends repeatedly try to convince me to buy thong underwear. Because 'they're so worth it--no more pantylines!'. Yeahhhhh, maybe it's not progressive thinking, but I really do want people to be aware of my pantyline. I'm wearing panties. It's a good thing! I'm cool like that. And WHO is staring at my butt anyway? Check your eyes, move them up up up up uppppp....! Disclaimer here: I have nothing against my thong-wearing friends, seriously do. not. care. Just let me wear my undies in peace, that's all.
* When neighbors put up electric fences for their pets because they just look better, then forget the collar! Their dogs look better over in their yard, not pooping in mine, then digging up Louie's prize ham bone. Or attacking my dog as we pass (this has happened a few times).
* When friends or family hear I have a blog and tout "I don't have time for that kind of thing." Leaves me defending my time, and I don't know why I do that. My kids wear clean undies (not thongs) and I have cleared a nice path down the middle of my house for guests, I work, so give me a break. Just say you aren't into that kind of thing, don't imply I have too much time on my hands, then proceed to fill me in on American Idol, The Bachelor and Dancing With The Stars. (hence today's song)
So...there you have it. I have an evil side to me, I struggle with it. Naw, I'm at peace with it, but that sounded better. I'm posting this now, will tag later this evening and update. But for now....I have to hit that typing deadline....I don't have time for that kind of thing. (giggle)
PS--the photo down there, my Top Momma stint? Over. Done. Official...I am no Top Momma. It hurts, not gonna lie, but it's for the best. My head was getting far too big.
