*Imagine that this is a picture of a blog award. I cannot figure out how to save the picture of the blog award to my iPad so when I get to a computer that I can actually do that on I'll include but for now imagine this as a blog award picture. ---> [] (It's square, like an actual picture would be. :D tee hee)
Blog award picture that I finally figured out to upload. Even if I had to do it on a laptop instead of my iPad. Technology. Schmeck-nology. Geez. |
So to do something with this blog award I have to tell you 10 deep things about myself. I feel that this should be easy because you blog readers already probably know waaaaaaaay too much about me as it is. Here's some more stuff to make you feel awkward.
Ahem:
1. When I was in first grade I took my socks off one day because my feet were all sweaty and put them way back in the back of my cubby and left them there all year. On the last day of school the teacher was cleaning out the cubbies and found the socks and asked whose they were. I never admitted they were my socks. This has been secret for 20 some odd years now. Mrs. Priddy, they were my socks.
2. I'm afraid of Howard the Duck. Seriously.
3. I went black. And came back. So that whole posit is wrong.
4. I hate cheersing people. Why in the world we need to clink our glasses is beside me. I think it's dumb and I hate it. I hate it when people make me do it and I HATE feeling like I have to do it because there is an expectation of some doe-eyed, grinning person across from me with their fucking hand out with a beverage in it. Don't they know that it's easily possible to actually clink your glass and lose the alcohol in your glass especially if it is still full because you haven't yet drank from it yet? ALCOHOL ABUSE. Stop being a puss-box and drink your fucking drink. Clearly I'm happy for you because I'm sitting with you, drinking, in a bar, or at a table. As long as we aren't under the table then things are good. Needless to say, I hate cheersing people. It's stupid and I won't ever initiate it. There may be a perfunctory chest bump after a really awesome shot but no, not ever, will there be a cheers.
5. Actually I have a list of things that I hate. I update it regularly. One day I will post it.
6. One time when I was at my boyfriend's house in high school he asked me to get him some Sprite. And then he goes on a 3 minute tirade about how to pour the Sprite out of the bottle because apparently I cannot pour Sprite out of a 2-liter bottle correctly. I totally spit in the Sprite bottle and shook it up when he went away. Just for spite. (:
7. I'm afraid of ending up old and bitter and alone. I'll probably off myself at 30 to prevent this. True story. So enjoy the blog while you can.
8. Actually I could probably stand some pretty intensive therapy. Unfortunately the state just voted to up our mental health co-pay so it looks like I'll be self-medicating and espousing my paranoia here for the next, near future. Aren't you the lucky ones?
9. This one is going to piss some people off but here goes: I don't think OJ actually killed his wife. Shrug. I think he had it done but I don't think he was the one that actually did the killing. I think it was the wierdo house keeper Kato.
10. This past spring when I had Salmonella and I went to the doctor, she stuck her finger in my ass and didn't even buy me dinner. Also this was the first time anything has EVER been stuck in my ass. TMI I know but I thought that was point here. I anticipate that the only things ever to be stuck in my ass will be medically related and hopefully won't be for a good many years yet.
Now I'm supposed to pick some blogs that I read and think are totally cool and that you should read too:
Sassafras Junction
A Beer for the Shower
Secret, Spineless Whine
sewNAmber
it's time I said something about this
Well there you have it. Blog Award, numero 2. :D
Thanks Yvonne!
PS - I'm reeeeeeeally sorry for taking so long to post this. I am le-lazy.
*If you haven't figured out that I figured out how to add the picture then there is A WHOLE LOT of figuring left for you to do.
HAHA! I just gave you ANOTHER award! Come to my blog to pick it up. You're going to have to build a trophy room, you know.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the award, but I'm not too good at all of the things associated with awards.
ReplyDeleteI used to get the finger down south every year as part of my radiation worker physical. I now have a woman doctor and hope that if that comes up it won't be as bad (smaller fingers).
Once you go duck, you'll never...well, nevermind. Damn you, George Lucas, for making such a pointless 80's comic-book adaptation. Thanks for the awardski, and congrats!
ReplyDeleteCheers;)
@ Yvonne - WHAT?! DOUBLE AWESOME. I will come and get it. (:
ReplyDelete@ George - It's cool. I just thought more people needed to read your blog.
@ Beer - GEORGE LUCAS MADE HOWARD THE DUCK?! I have yet another reason to hate that man.