Sunday, January 18, 2009

Six random things

Newly-rebirthed blogger, former Illinoisan and current Georgia peach Lisa of That's Why snuck up on me while I was busy obsessing about naked people and hit me with a tag. Here's the dealio:

The Rules

1. Link to the person who tagged you. Done right here.
2. Post the rules on your blog. Well, here they are.
3. Write six random things about yourself. Stick around, I'll get to that.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. Hmmmm.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
Okie dokie.

1- I like to sidle up to family members and quietly hum irritating pop tunes or TV theme songs while they're busy doing something else, so that later on in the day they can't shake some hit by the Carpenters or the theme from I Dream of Jeanie from their head, and they don't know why.

2- I got in trouble in 1st grade for bringing a Playboy centerfold to school (circa 1968) because I thought the lady in the picture was really pretty.

3- My parents were called again later in 1st grade and asked to get me to stop telling stories about ghosts and monsters to my classmates, because I was scaring them.

4-I am almost totally indifferent to what kind of car I drive, and have in the past 17 years driven a monkey shit brown 1980 Mercury Monarch, a white 1990 Ford Festiva (I don't like white cars), and a badly rusted out 1995 Plymouth Voyager minivan. Now I drive a thoroughly functional but nondescript 2007 Hyundai Elantra, the nicest car I've ever owned.

5- I hate heights if I feel exposed. I'm great on observation decks, tall buildings and scenic overlooks, but I get nearly paralyzed if I'm on a ladder more than 15 or 20 feet off the ground. I have no idea how I did all the stuff I did during Army basic training. When I go to Great America I go on all the roller coasters, even though it genuinely terrifies me to the point I can barely open my eyes during the ride.

6-I used to make my own beer back in the early 90's, and I plan on starting up again in the next month or two.

Now this next part is tough: the tagging. I lose track of which bloggers hate being tagged, and which ones embrace it. I'm used to barging in and being an inconvenience to people in my job, so I try and minimize it here. Plus a bunch of people I might have tagged have already responded. Oh well. Let's try:


The eldest (who turns 20 today and is no longer a teenager!)



Bacon Lady

The unofficial mayor of Chicago, Johnny Yen


Mnmom said...

HAppy Birthday Eldest!!!

#1 - wonderful evil genius work! I will have to add that to my arsenal.
#5 - me too, but the opposite. Ladders? No problem but you would never get me comfortably on the observation deck or high thrill rides.

Johnny Yen said...

I hate tags about as much as I hate to karaoke-- and as you know, I'm a karaoke whore. I'll get to work!

jin said...

*jin sits at her desk, filled from her breakfast of Vanilla Bean Cheesecake & a pot of French Press Coffee, trying to think up a witty comment. She starts to drift off, her mind wandering, as the sun pours in the window onto her brightly coloured keyboard and all she can think is: "I bet if I flipped it over about 7.241 oz. of cookies & pastry would come flying out... this thing is FILTHY!" *

I like being tagged.

lisahgolden said...

Thanks for indulging me! I'm like you - I really don't like the tagging part so I really appreciate your good-natured response. Please pass my birthday wishes on to your eldest.

And I'm totally stealing that idea about humming tunes to family. They're on to all my other tricks. Time for a new one.

SkylersDad said...

These are great! Do you think that 1st grade was a hint at how much of a handful you would become? ;^)

Gifted Typist said...

Verrrrry enlightening.

jin said...


p.s. I really LUV #3. *evil giggle*

p.p.s. Happy Happy Birthday to the Beautiful & Talented Eldest!!!

Pass this cake to her, would ya?

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Tenacious S said...

Can we go to Great America together? Pretty please!

Anonymous said...

Hah.. And here I though throwing a sneaker at a teacher was the coolest thing a kid can do in school. Bring a Playboy centerfold into class? I'm sure you mom loved that one..

Splotchy said...

#1 - This is both a wonderful and terrible thing to do. For this, I call you a fabulous asshole.

I'll get to work on my own random things.

And hey, your word verification has given me a new curse word to use -- fuctio

Splotchy said...

Oh and happy belated birthday to the eldest (whose name is not my second word verification, "sheri")!