Seven Random Things About Me meme
Deniselle at Fatly Yours tagged my other blog, www.the-f-word.org, in a Seven Random Things About Me meme so, I’m posting my answers here, instead, on my personal blog. I don’t do memes that often, but here’s my stab.
OK, so here are the rules of the game:
1. Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
4. Tag seven random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.
1. I have a rather odd fascination with Hubert Humphrey - you know, the former U.S. vice-president under Johnson, and democratic contender to Nixon’s 1968 presidential run. He only lost to Nixon by point-eight-percent of the popular vote. Yeah, I get a few strange looks. I had never heard of him until I did a self-study on the Vietnam War years ago, and I was intrigued. I spent one summer reading voraciously every book I could find on the man.
2. My supreme goal in life is to be a contestant on Jeopardy. No matter how much homework I have to do, how many books need read, papers that need written… I take half an hour each weekday to tune in and bemoan how I should be on the show. I’d probably do pretty horribly though. I was on Academic Team in both high school and college and I’m awful at giving on-the-spot answers.
3. My favorite singer is old enough to be my grandpa, looks a little like Santa Claus, and his surname sounds like a venereal disease. A good professor friend of mine (who’s the age of my parents) turned me on to Bruce Cockburn several years ago. I have more than half of his 28 albums, including his very first album, which is very hard to find. Words can never express how much this man and his music means to me. I’ve met him twice - at a concert in Louisville in 2003 and again last year after a concert in Lexington. Both times I appeared to be a drunken, bumbling idiot.
4. I once slept beneath a freeway in a homeless encampment in downtown Cincinnati. I wanted to learn about homelessness, up-close and personal. What better way to learn?
5. I have a book-buying obsession. Literally, I have thousands of books piling up and collecting dust in every corner of the house. I’ve always been a bookworm, and books are just my metaphorical security blanket, I guess. Brandon and I met online, where I had tried to make my profile sound as geeky as possible with things like “I own more books than shoes.” A couple months ago, I called Brandon from DSW Shoe Warehouse to tell him I’d be late coming home and he said that I hadn’t been completely honest in my profile; the only reason I have more books than shoes is because I have thousands of books. Oh, well. That just means I can buy more shoes!
6. I’m trying to grow a 500-pound pumpkin in my back yard.
7. I want to raise alpacas, not for profit, but as pets. I had never even heard of these cousins to the llama until I took a wrong turn while covering another story and drove past an alpaca farm. Since then, I’ve done several stories on alpaca farms in the area for the newspaper - one farm even sent me an alpaca wool purse as a thank-you gift. I tell my husband that our next house will have enough land for a few alpacas, some chickens, a goat or two, and maybe even a few horses. He just rolls his eyes.
Here are the folks whom I’m tagging: TechGirl’s Blog, Mo at Big Fat Deal, Pretty Pear, Charlynn at Disordered Times, Digging Me Up, Meowser, and Harriet Brown at Feed Me!.
Filed under Personal | Comments (4)At least it isn’t another pair of shoes
I’m debating whether to purchase this vintage jacket from Missphit now or to add it to my meager Christmas list of things I tell my husband to buy me.
Either way, it’s mine.
Thanks to Colleen at the Pretty Pear for the tip.
Filed under Personal | Comment (1)MySpace hoax ends in teen’s suicide
Wow, I can understand kids making fake MySpace profiles, but parents?
A small, suburban newspaper produced this well-written story, one year after a Missouri teen killed herself after being tormented on MySpace by a boy she thought was interested in her. Turns out, the boy was fictional, created by a former neighborhood friend who wanted to get even. And the friend’s parents were active in creating the account and torturing the kid.
‘My Space’ hoax ends with suicide of Dardenne Prairie teen
Filed under Pop Culture | Comment (0)Hey kids… Join the club!
I always thought it somewhat odd that Amanda and I became such close friends while in high school, considering we were complete opposites. She, the lesbian liberal; me, a lapsed Christian heavily influenced by my stodgy, Republican parents. I always attributed it to be a shared teenage angst.
Now, I wonder if it was our morbid delight in cynicism that drew us together, because like her, I found her latest blog entry to be deliciously ironic and hilarious at the same time:
Filed under Personal | Comment (0)our library system - all 42 branches - circulates a children’s book series called the Magic Attic Club (different, btw, than the Magic Tree House — in case you were wondering). inside the paperbook editions of the book comes a little tear-out card to join the Magic Attic Fan Club (similar to those subscription cards in magazines). anyway, it has just come to our attention that the Magic Attic Fan Club had gone out of business some time ago, and that when kids are calling the 800 number listed on the card to join, they are being forwarded to the new owners of the phone line — a phone sex company!
George Clooney kicks Fabio’s ass
Okay, so I admit the title is a slight exaggeration, but an altercation did occur.
As George was dining with girlfriend Sarah Larson and another man at Madeo’s, Fabio was at a nearby table with a group of friends, who began taking photos of themselves at their table.
However, when George suspected it was his table that was the camera’s target, he flipped off the photographer as a picture was being taken.
Fabio then approached George’s table to explain that he was having a charity dinner for the 11-99 Foundation and that his guests were only taking pictures of each other.
A source told Access that during the incident Fabio told George that he could teach him some manners. This happened prior to the altercation between the two men. A few expletives were exchanged by both men before they had to be physically broken up.
Right. A group of women find themselves dining at the table next to Hollywood’s most eligible and sexiest bachelor, and they take pictures of themselves. Cue eye rolling.
And I totally think George can take on pretty boy Fabio.
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