I pretty much vanished off the face of the internet yesterday, which was Day 3—and the first business day—of an official heatwave and the husband’s company does air conditioning. Probaby ’nuff said there.
I’m late, but Natalie tagged me for the six random things about me meme, so here goes:
a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
Here we go:
1) I am the worst in my house for putting dirty socks in the hamper still all balled up. Yes, it’s true and I hate when I do it. Which would be nightly.
2) Have I ever mentioned my freckles? Probably, but what the hell—I need six things here. Instead of being scattered in a cute, saucy manner across my nose, all 18-22 or so of them (the count varying with the counter’s age, attention span, and sobriety) are grouped like a misshapen quarter under the left side of my jaw. Yes, rather like a hickey. And yes, strangers do notice it and more than you might imagine will comment on it. “Perhaps a scarf is in order, dahling.” Since I forgot it was there about thirty years ago, I’m always rather perplexed by the snide remarks.
3) My severe, gag-inducing aversion to warm tomatoes might be based on…nothing. As we were leaving England (so I was nine), we stayed in a B&B. On my breakfast plate, next to my eggs, was a big, round, steamed, mushy gross whole tomato. Seriously, we’re talking Tell-Tale Heart here. Just the look of it was enough to put me off cooked tomatoes for life. BUT…I was recently informed I’m stupid because a whole steamed tomato with breakfast would be gross. It was probably an apple, I’m told. Huh.
4) I bit my nails in a downright horrific fashion until the now-husband offered up the engagement bling. I’ve had manicure-worthy nails for the decade and a half since then, and people have opined that finding somebody who truly, madly and deeply loved me cured me of my neuroses. Awww. The truth—gnawed and raw nail stumps didn’t complement the shiny rock I was waving around. And cured of my neuroses? Please.
5) OMG, I’m only up to five? Umm…OH! Y’all been to Dear Author’s post: “Looking Past the Ivy to See the Writers”? No college education here. Graduated from Hartville High School in Missouri in 1990, already waiting tables (and milking the occasional cow). And as a former roadside waitress who comes from a family of roadside waitresses, I thought it was a great post.
6) *wracking my brain*… I hate my toes and was thrilled when Crocs replaced the flip-flop as the in-thing. And even when Crocs go out of style, I’ll still be wearing them.
I do that to my socks too and I hate myself for it right about the time I pull them out of the dryer still balled up. Damn me.
I have a scar on my jawline that looks like poor blending of makeup. it drives me nutso. NO one comments on it. But if I bring it up, they all admit they noticed. *mourns* I look like an incompetent makeup user. At least it looks like you had FUN with your hickey that’s not a hickey.
I love tomatoes but I agree, cooked tomatoes for breakfast would be gross.
I bit my nails til I got a manicure when I was 25. Now I can’t ruin my manicured nails so if I am REALLY stressed, I bite my cuticles. Gross.
I went to a hoity toity girls college. I was the ‘poor’ girl there on scholarship. I spent my summers selling boiled peanuts and live bait to buy clothes from Laura Ashley to fit in. (MAN that dates me!) The clothes didn’t help.
I hated crocs. Til I bought the croc flip flop. I bought them in all colors from endless.com and got free overnight shipping. They ruined me.
No degree here either, despite going to college for five years full time. How’s that for educationally challenged? (I switched majors, didn’t flunk out, just to defend my little self)…
Crocs. OMG. Fell in love with them when they came out. Still haven’t bought a pair. Now there’s too many colors and different styles and I can’t make up my MIND! :baby: :lmao:
Nail biter, yep, that’s me. I hate tomotoes, but like ketchup. Go figure. I’d have barfed at the site of a whole, cooked tomato. Pickles do me the same way. They trigger the gag factor just looking at/smelling them.
Oh, and the laundry thing (had to scroll up and review). I’m not so much a sock baller, but I’m forever turning things inside out when I take them off, then practicing my curse words when I’m loading the washer. You’d think I’d learn. Hrmph.
Actually, it probably was a tomato. I spent three months in the UK during college on a study abroad/UK tour, and all I was ever served in the morning was steamed whole tomatoes. Also, in Scotland, baked beans and toast and the steamed tomato.
Scotland had the worst breakfasts…but I got the same tomato in England.
And it was gross, and I never ate them.
I KNEW it was a tomato! So gross.
The husband and I used to get meat lover’s pizzas from Pizza Hut years ago, and I LOVED them. Then, one night, I found little pieces of stewed tomatoes in the sauce. I haven’t had Pizza Hut since. I actually like making my own pizza because I use plain tomato sauce.
Annmarie, Croc makes flipflops? Must check them out. While my hideous toes will be revealed once again, they must be mega-comfy. Although…my favorite flipflops are the Teva Mush. OMG, so love them.
Mel, I like ketchup and raw tomatoes, like on burgers or in salads. It just can’t be cooked.
Thanks for taking the tag, Shannon! I gotta admit, your six were much more fun than mine were. LOL