My brother got this funny idea (yack) to tag a bunch of bloggers like myself to play a "game" where we write six random things about ourselves then tag six people to post six random things about themselves who would then tag six people and so perpetuate this degradation /humiliation /boredom throughout the blogworld.
So, I complied. Bien sur!
Thus, here are the six things about bunnyjo that no one person ever really wanted to know (but are forcing their eyeballs to consume):
1. I just discovered at 34 years of age that I like to be rocked and sung to: "Bye-bye baby bunting, daddy's gone a-hunting..." No wonder I've been miserable all my life. No one rocked me! This has nothing to do with the fact that *I rock* by the way.
2. I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes when I was pregnant with Emily, and I used to
sneak away to the park to eat jelly donuts. No wonder she can't verbalize a linear thought....3. I spent my entire life declaring that I would never wait on a man. I won't be his waitress, I declared! I twisted with disgust whenever I saw a woman running to fetch her man a cold drink. Pathetic, I'd think to myself! Now I wait on Chris hand and foot. I've realized that waiting on someone is only demeaning when it is expected by virtue of your sex, but waiting on someone because you love them and want them to be comfortable is incredibly fulfilling. Yay for me! And yay for Chris. We're pretty dang sickening, aren't we?!?!
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. I once was so frustrated to see the long, neat line of construction barrels along a quiet stretch of US 31, I ran my car into the whole line of them, knocking them all like dominoes into the woods about 50 feet. Ha! Take that, construction barrels! Too bad about the workers that had to go fetch 'em the next day, tho....5. Although I will not fart in front of other people, I would often fart real hard with my cat on my lap to see if I could make her jump. Or run away. She must really like me - she never did either and came back for the torture time and time again!
6. I don't like romantic love songs and will probably have to search long and hard for something to play at my wedding. Right now I'm leaning toward "Live like you were dying" because it reminds me of Chris (I'm in awe of him) and how Chris and I make every moment together count by being tuned into each other, being kind and genuinely enjoying the everyday aspects of our lives lived together.
The six people I am tagging are:
1. Guyana Gyal because she writes meaningful things.
2. DCvR because he hates these things, and I wonder if he likes me well enough to comply :)
3. Radmila because she earned my respect by being a sincere human being and what better way to show appreciation than by tagging her ass? Plus I love her biting wit!
4. Melissa because I don't know if she still hates my guts, and I hope she doesn't, and since I didn't call her this weekend this might be a good way to find out if she's still mad.
5. Bonnie Blithe because she decided blogging was juvenile and hasn't been blogging which makes me want to stick my tongue out at her but instead I thought I'd TAG HER.
6. the dad because his alter-ego Chill Daddy is the one who started this horror and you know what Jesus always said, you reap what you sow. :)
16 comments:
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I've got some good love songs..I bet I can find one, thanks to the comic, I've got some you might even LIKE..imagine that.
The fart thing is really gross..ewww
Also, the waiting on someone part. I remember how mad you use to get at me for waiting on Mr. R, however, I LOVED doing it and will do it for my next lover man..whoever he maybe.
just re-read your post in case it was "just me".
nope.
Whenever I think of you nowadays, you're kind of mixed up with Lily-Tomlin-as-Snow-White, dancing in the breakroom with the bunnies and the birdies and the sparkles in 9-5. Minus the rat poison, of course, but still a little freaky!
Shorty: I'd love to have your help once I actually get engaged. Sha!
LOL Ms. Blithe!!! You're just mad because I tagged you and now you have to post something on your sadly-errant and sparsely populated bloggie. And don't hate on dancing in the breakroom with bunnies and birdies unless you've tried it. Come over to the dark side, Bonnie, it's fun over here. Thththe....ththehheheh (insert sounds of Darth breathing)
Thththe....ththehheheh is actually the sound of bunny breathing. I shared a room with her for 13 years..I KNOW.
I am writing all this down in my little red book, for use later, He, he he he.....
Nice try... but I'll pass.
Farting? Knocking over construction barrels? I like this tag thing...I am really learning about people I THOUGHT I knew. And BTW, I loved rocking you. However, you didn't like rocking as an infant. It hurt my feelings. You were like, "Get off me, dude!" :)
I bet if the cat farted you would have been the one to move, especially if its anything like our cat.
Okay, I'll play.
Just for the record, though: I didn't say that blogging was juvenile, I said that **my** blogs were juvenile.
Awww sweetie things to say!
I need a day or so to think about this..I'll do it though.
re: #3, did Cindy and I bother you?
re: #4, wasn't that my car? Or was that the time you accidentally trapped one underneath the car and didn't know and drove all the way through town with the yellow light blinking under the car?
re: #5, that is the funniest thing I've heard in a long time - I read it out loud in the surgery lounge and got a whole room full of nurses laughing
I don't think you can legally tag me, I'll consult an attorney and get back to you.
hi;
Out on Walkabout and was just passing by. I have been the photographer (to use the term loosely) behind the pictures. Found a deal on a digital.
Been out sowing seeds of creation, I wonder what I'll be reaping.
Also noticed G.G. has been having trouble balancing her bug problem. Left her a note...7 actually.(teehee)
Cheers for now,
Bug ya'll again later.
your humble servant,
Ancient Clown
Hi everyone! I got sick and then had to get caught up, so am just responding now to all my lover-ly fans who deigned to stop by and comment. love-love-love!
Shorty: Now, was that very nice? Besides, it's not the sound of me breathing, it's the sound of me passing gas. Just think of all the ass-molecules of mine you drank in through your nostrils in 13 years of sharing a room!
Mr. Mystic, you are welcome to put those things in your little red book for use later so long as you give me the secret combination to it so I can make *editing* improvements! ;)
DCvR: Hmph!
Mom: I know, it's weird, huh? This morning I went into work super-early and to cheer myself up I found myself singing, "Bye bye baby bunting..." It's getting bad.
Dave: Actually, I've smelled her farts, and they are not toooooo bad. It's her constant purring and kneading that gets on my nerves. And the shedding.
Bonnie: But I *loved* your blogs! You were just embarassed by the one about playing video games for hours on end, which by the way was one of my favorites!
Radmilla: Goody! I can't wait to hear what you are going to say. I read your "100 Things" post and I have to say...you are a fascinating person! Can't wait to see what you come up with for Chill Daddy's game!
Chill: No, you and Cindy didn't bother me, but poor Jamie waiting on Ray and YOU did. The construction barrel domino thing was perpetrated in my LeBaron shortly before it died. That was shortly before the construction barrel incident with your car, which was the construction barrels just trying to get even. Regarding farting on my cat, yeah, I think it's pretty funny, too, especially since she usually just closes her eyes in this super-dignified way as if to say, "I don't smell anything, I didn't hear anything, my eyes are not burning."
the dad: You're tagged, buddy, and there's no getting out of it. So there! Don't be a DCvR and woos out!
Ancient: Good to see you! So you've been a "pest" to GG, lately, eh? I haven't been over there a lot lately, I'll have to check it out! Peace out.
My attorney says the tag is not legally binding unless served with swiss cheese and signed in melted moose-tracks ice-cream juice.
I don't see no juice here, Chica.
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