This happens EVERY TIME! I get memed right when I need blodder (blog fodder) most.
First, Matter of Fact Mommy, asked me to list seven random things about myself, which I’m happy to do, although it will surely reduce you to sheer and utter boredom.
And secondly, Mommy Pie, my favorite ghostbuster, tagged me with a book meme.
So to start, seven random things:
- I tried out for Rock ‘N Roll Jeopardy: Oh my crikey, I use this every time someone asks me to reveal something about myself because it was sort of my 15 minutes of fame. Sort of, in that, I went to the Sony Picture Studios (home of my favorite show ever, Jeopardy) and sat in the VERY same seats as the studio audience and got to take a test to see if I qualified to be a contestant and it was all so very many kinds of awesome, but I failed the test (I didn’t know who wrote Yakety Yak) and that was that. Also, Jeff Probst hosted the show and at the time, I thought he was cute, but now he wears too many of those shell/tribal/ethnic necklaces, which looks disingenuous.
- I was stalked: I’m going to write a memory about it, but circa 1996 in Los Angeles, a former boyfriend stalked me for several months. I didn’t take it seriously at first, until he kicked my door down at midnight and put his hands around my neck and despite hearing my screams, none of my neighbors called the police. Not that it would have mattered, because even after several related incidents, the police never once protected me from anything he ever did, and were general assholes about the whole thing.
- I’m a hypochondriac: Certifiable. Seriously, I’ve had everything, from simple hematomas to complex disorders, like Wegener’s Disease.
But there really is something wrong with my stomach. - I get crushes on tall, borderline-gaunt men with unusual facial characteristics, like say, a big nose or sticky-outty ears, and flat glutes: I’m sorry, honey. You’re one of them.
First, I fell in love with my husband’s calves (long! lean!) and butt (non-existent!). Then, his use of the word “saturated.” But that’s a story for our anniversary post. Other skinnies I’ve loved include Ralph Fiennes, Sam Shepard, and Bear Grylls. Also, this actor whose name I can’t think of right now, but he’s ultra-weathered and scruffy and he’s a character actor and he’s got an unusual-like name, dark hair and smokes in almost every movie. His name isn’t spelled like it’s supposed to be, it’s missing like a word you’d think should be there, or has an extra word that’s unexpected. Damn! I can’t think of it.
- I only like big dogs.
- I don’t prefer cats.
- My favorite color is blue.
I’m coming back to Mommy Pie’s meme. I don’t know if you can tell, but I suddenly have to go to the bathroom.
UPDATE: Mommy Pie knows me so well (even though we’ve never met…) and she correctly guessed that my brain freeze crush from above is Willem Dafoe!
It’s good to be known.
Wow — you are one interesting chick! The stalking thing — how scary. I dated a choker at one point too. (For far too long.) Thankfully he left me alone after I dumped his sorry ass.
And back to us being doppelgangers … you know I’m a hypo, I only like big dogs and I have a thing for odd-looking men. I’m definitely not a pretty boy kind of girl. A face with character gets me every time. (Were you thinking of Willem Dafoe, btw? Hot.)
Can’t wait to read the books meme! (Thanks for playin’ along …)
My random things totally suck next to your random things.
…and the above is why i shall always tag you on every meme – self-imposed or otherwise!
my life totally sounds boring next to this. never been strangled or stalked… never even considered being on a game show… totally not a hypochondriac. in fact, i often think that nothing bad is going to happen to me, or i just don’t care; meaning, if something DOES happen, then that’s the way it was meant to be.
oh, and thanks mommypie for the call on willem defoe – i was going to guess christopher walken!
oh, and your last 3 – me too! love big dogs, hate cats, and fav. color is blue.
you are quite the interesting one aren’t you? and i totally agree, a man’s gluteus must be more minimus than mine. that’s a rule to live by.
Is it entirely wrong that in my head, I’m rapping, “I like big dogs, and I cannot lie…”?
At any rate, I’m with you on the unconventionally hot hotties. Ralph Fiennes? Woo. Liam Neeson, too.
Blodder. Brilliant.
Honey, you’ve got some problems with ONE of your paragraphs up there. If you want to be convincing of a point, don’t raise apparent contradictions in your own statements. To wit: Don’t start a paragraph by stating that you’re a hypochondriac and then end it trying to convince that you REALLY have something wrong with your tummy. Seriously, you crack me up. And take care of that tummy!