With one arm behind my back, the randomness begins…
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dad2twins on Jun 19, 2007 in Random thoughts..., What was I thinking?
Jen, aka Domestika, smacked me upside the head with a verbal laxative (also known as a meme) and is dragging me out of my blogstipation. While I did enjoy my time away from blogging, it’s time to get back at at.
Before I begin, there are some rules I won’t follow. Mainly, I am going to kill this Meme from my side. I am still maintaining my self-imposed rule that I won’t pass it along to people. Of course, if you read this and want to play, you are more than welcome to take the ball and run with it. No, really, go for it.
So here is the “7 random things about me.”
- I am right handed, but I am left footed. Go figure?
- I was a good student but a really bad test taker. Therefore, I was a bad grade getter. (Is that even a word?) I was, at best, a C+ (Maybe B- on a good day) type of performer.
- I am very, very, loyal to my friends and I never tell a secret if I’m told not to. To anyone. (Did you hear the one about the kid whole was told to never tell a secret he was told and he just couldn’t keep it to himself? He went out into a corn field and yelled the secret to get it out of his system. The next day, the whole town heard the secret on the wind. Why? Because the corn has ears. Ta Dum! What? Shut up!)
- I can’t remember your name 1 minute after you tell it to me, but I can remember the most useless trivia with no problem. My family still thinks I would kill on Jeopardy. My Sister calls me “Cliffy” (Remember Cheers?)
- When I was growing up, I always thought I would marry someone from a foreign country. Guess what? I did. My wife is from Germany.
- Are we at 7 yet. Let’s see? No just 6. Okay then, I can play the guitar, some piano, some drums and I can generally make some decent noise out of most instruments I pick up. BUT! I can no longer read music. But I can play a song on guitar after only hearing it once on the radio. I know, that is pretty cool. Isn’t it.
- I really want to see a picture of Domestika’s farm house on the coast of Canada. I think she may be living in my dream house? For that matter, I wonder what Jen looks like as well. I am always so curious what my fellow bloggers look like. Okay Jen, show me some pictures.
Well, there is is. My bowels feel better already.
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It was a gentle, friendly, happy kind of sisterly tap upside the head, really…
Perhaps we were twins separated at birth. (Hey, does your dream house have bats in the attic? No? Gotcha there.) Oh, and it’s pictures you want?
Well, that’s Me, Jen, Myself (in the blue ballcap) over there on my Seven Not-So-Random Things post, hard at work in my lawnchair. Not my best angle. Not a good hair day. And that’s only coffee I’ve got in my “Save the Males” mug. But I’m told I clean up pretty good…
There now, aren’t you feeling better for getting all that out?