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  • Memestitious.

    May 14, 2008

    Did you know that meme rhymes with theme? So it should really be spelled meem instead of meme but whatever that’s not the point. I don’t do memes. Except when the person who tags me is her. Then I do them. Because hers is the first blog I ever fell in love with. She’s the one who taught me the meaning of meme. And she’s the one who wants to know six unusual things about me. So she gets what she wants.

    1. Cody took me skydiving for my 23rd birthday. He stayed safely on the ground with the bitty moosh while I hurtled out of a plane strapped to a highly attractive South African instructor named Phish with a swoon worthy accent. He said I was the best American student he had ever had. I then seriously considered a career in skydiving, for about 48 hours.

    2. I do not watch rated R movies. Haven’t for years. However, my three favorite movies are rated R. They became my favorites before R rated movies became obscenely offensive to me and have yet to be replaced. They are as follows-

    When Harry Met Sally-”You made a woman meow?” by far the best movie ever made. Ever.

    Snatch-”Yeh lek degs?” Brad Pitts best role. Ever.

    Love Actually-”Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion love actually is all around. ”

    I always cry at the airport over complete strangers for this very reason.

    3. This one isn’t actually about me, but since we’re on the subject of movies and Cody likes to consider us one person (”WE need to clean the kitchen.” “WE need to get the oil changed.” “WE need to make dinner.”) even though WE means ME, I’m going to add this one. Cody loves movie soundtracks with the power of a thousand burning suns. Especially instrumental ones. If you only knew how much time WE‘ve (seriously, we) spent looking for soundtracks you’d be shocked. His favorites? Gladiator, Transformers, Braveheart, Last of the Mohicans, and Finding Neverland. Currently playing in the other room? Pirates of the Caribbean.

    4. I cannot, CANNOT handle people brushing their teeth. In real life, on TV, even just thinking about it gives me heebie jeebies and a slight gag reflex. I however can brush my own teeth with no problem, unless I bite the bristles. *gag*

    5. I know I’ve mentioned this one before but it deserves to be mentioned again. I have never ever set foot or toe or right index finger in a tanning bed. Never. Never have, never will. Pasty is awesome. Cancer sucks.

    6. I am incredibly superstitious. While I won’t go into exact specifics on the history of these superstitions because it would be very long and possibly boring not to mention you’d think me a complete loon, I will tell you some of the things I do or don’t do in relation to my superstitions.

    • I will never let a pole come between a friend and me while we are walking, after seven years, Cody is even more aware of this one than I am. (My previous best friend and I are no longer friends because I broke this one, seriously.)
    • I never take steps with one shoe on and one shoe off.
    • I never look at a funeral procession as to avoid counting the number of cars in it.
    • I never waste salt.
    • Right sock always goes on first.
    • I always get out of bed on the right.
    • The mirror breaking, black cat and ladder ones are all observed.

    And that’s all I’m going to tell you, there’s more, so many more. But just looking at this list makes me want to make fun of myself.

    So that’s six. And I won’t be tagging anyone because long ago I dubbed my blog the place where memes and awards go to die and that still stands true to this day.

    Welcome to the place where memes and awards go to die.

    December 4, 2007

    I am not an ungrateful person.
    (Although I didn’t win any of the prizes for NaBloPoMo. Phooey.)
    Rather I am a somewhat scatterbrained and, dare I say, lazy person.
    Which is why when some of you bestow me with awards and tag me for memes I come down with this sickness called “antimemeblogblingitis.” It’s dibilitating. Symptoms are technorati hits, guilt, lack of creativity and brain farts.
    I love getting recognition and awards, problem is, well,  I’ve got problems.
    Maybe some of you out there have the same illness?

    Am I not alone?

    Please tell me I’m not alone.

    So here I go, I’m going to try and accept the awards that have been given to me recently and hope that no one ever sends me one ever again.

    Well, maybe not ever again. Just don’t be hurt if you tag me and I never do it. Okay? It’s not because I think your meme is dumb. Or that you’re dumb. I’m just not a meme kind of girl. I’m more of a CodyCody kind of girl.

     Mmm, Cody.

    Maybe you could make one up just for me that I never have to forward or pass on?

    Like “Best Yoga Queefer
    or “Best Treadmill Orgasmer
    or “Most unique use of Bungee Cords

    Is that not how these awards work?

    Poo.

    Mrs. Dixie Chick gave me the Underblog award. Thanks fellow Hoosier!

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    I need to give this one to Clink over at Tabula Rasa. She’s out having a baby RIGHT NOW. But she’ll be back soon enough with stories of stiches, pitocin and the new mommy crazies. Read this post in the mean time. She does her dishes doggie style.

    The fabulous  Fussypants handed over a Hot Chick award for my shoes.

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    The shoes everyone seemed to notice in this picture.

    Airport Reunion

    Well sit right back and let me tell YOU about my shoes.

    They are $275 Cole Haan Air Livia slingbacks. (On sale for $189 with free shipping!)

    Oprah’s favorite shoes.

    They have Nike Air pads in the heel and the ball area of the shoe, they’re like walking on sex.

    I bought them with my birthday money last year.

    Only I got them on eBay.

    Brand new.

    $80.

    How about an award for THAT?

    NaBloPoMo MeMe SuperStepford TO! THE! RESCUE!

    October 27, 2007

    NaBloPoMoFoo (National Blog Posting Month, Fool (I added the fool part)) is coming in November. All I know is I have to post everyday in November, no cheating. If there’s any more rules than that let me know, I’m not so hip to rules.

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    Transplanted Knitter tagged me for a very simple meme. (Thanks for that, memes generally give me hives.)

    Turn to page 161 in whatever book you are reading and read/enter the 5th sentence. Then tag 5 bloggers to play along.

    Since Runaway Bunny is only 14 pages long I really had to dig deep on this one.

    Here’s my line:

    “You got any peanut butter and a couple more slices of that bread?”

    From She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb.

    I tag Megan at Velveteen Mind, Kim at Simply Me, Nell at Meanwhile, Jim at Ninja of the Mundane, Metalia, and Lindy at Chronicles of Squidge. Y’all read good books right?

    No?

    Fake it.

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    Remember the Halloween Humbugs?

    I win. (But there’s still time to vote!)

    Meet Casey, Stepford Wife.

    Stepford Wife

    and the moosh a.k.a. SUPER GIRL.

    TO THE RESCUE!

    TO! THE! RESCUE!

    We went Trunk or Treating.

    With an Easter Basket.

    Super and Stepford

    And when we got home on a ridiculous sugar high we put stuff on our faces.

    Florida souveniers.

    Because that kind of stuff is funny on a sugar high.

    Maybe it’s funny all the time, I’m too high to know.