The lovely Sterkworks, aka Queen of Tongue-Ups, tagged me for a six quirky things meme. I think I may have done this meme before, but I’m too lazy too search for it and anyone who’s read more than two sentences here realizes I have way more than six quirky things to share about myself…
1. I used to save credit card offers and return the pre-paid response envelopes full of Penny Saver ads and other junk mail. I may have even sent dirt and rocks at some point.
2. I HATE hard boiled eggs. When I was fifteen months old my parents took me hiking (riding along in a baby back pack) to natural sulfur springs. I don’t remember it but my folks tell me that I pitched a royal fit and babbled incessantly about how filthy the smell was. It’s the one childhood food aversion I haven’t grown out of.
3. Lately I have been have nightmares about shaving my legs. Believe me, when you sit down next to Matthew Fox in a casino and he reaches for you leg…you’d want it to be smooth, too.
4. When I was seven years old my mom’s hairdresser told me about reincarnation. It completely FREAKED me out. I refused to change in front of our male cat because I thought he was my dead grandpa.
5. Not only am I a member of Club Celibacy, I’m the president!
6. The vet said it’s time for my fat-ass cat to got on a diet…he’s 16 1/2 pounds. I must admit, I was shocked when I found out how much he weighed; I thought surely he would be at least 20 pounds.
I think Jack Jack needs to go on the European version of “Its me or the dog” and the crazy bondage lady can tell you what a bad pet owner you are for letting your cat get so fat and put him on some crazy diet. That would be cool!
Who the hell would try to tackle such a heavy subject as reincarnation with a 7-year-old at a hair salon????
When it comes to eggs, there is a fine line between smelling edible and smelling awful, and my senior year roommate tested that line every morning.
raglandfamily,
My family would be so dramatic and entertaining! Granted, we would end up in uncomfortable group therapy sessions, but it’d be entertaining.
Loralee Choate,
I asked myself that same question as I was typing this post. What a whack job!
Noelle,
I worked with a girl who did that every morning in the communal kitchen: microwave eggs smothered in fish sauce.
I’m a member of Club Celibacy too!? (Why am I writing that out as if it’s a good thing).
So, prez. You think you can ease up on the NO SEX rule or what?
At least Club Celibacy has a liberal door policy.
I really don’t enjoy shaving my legs or pits, but I do like the smooth feel. I don’t like hard yolks on any type of egg, so with hard-boiled it’s either deviled, or whites-only. And for being married, I’m not getting nearly enough.
I used to send junk in the business reply envelopes too. I figure that if they’re gonna send me junk, then I’m gonna send them junk too… and make them pay for it!
I can see why you’d freak about the reincarnation- I mean you were awfully young! But the part about you not changing in front of the cat is hilllllllllllllarious.
Who is Matthew Fox? And you might be the president of Club Celibacy, but I am the CEO and the entire board of directors.
what if it were sawyer?
#4 really got me.
Jack Jack is NOT going to like becoming a member of Celebrity Cat Fit Club. He may desert his post as your defender. Just sayin’….
Your dead grandpa could be anyone… anywhere.
President of Club Celibacy, eh? Well, I have the distinction of being captain of Team Wholesome.
i am totally stealing your first one. like i don’t have enough quirky things.
one of my cats *is* 20 pounds.
he’s bigger than my dog. I was told, too, by my vet to put them on a diet. that was when he was 18 pounds.
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