I think when I get tagged, that means I'm supposed to reply with a blog entry... I'm supposed to mention 6 quirky things about myself....this is super easy; because like I mentioned on Lori's blog, we are very much alike when it comes to this kind of thing. My answers are pretty much the same as hers, the first ones anyways.
1) Please don't ever smack, chew loudly with your mouth open, snap your gum, or get close to me when your eating even if you aren't making a sound, I'll still hear you!
2) I HATE whistling and humming. Mom, you are bad at this, but you take it a step further by humming the same 3 notes, or the same line of a song over and over. (but I still love you!)
3) I don't like to clean, I'm a slob. I appreciate a phone call warning if you're stopping by.
4) Animals and really old men make my heart melt, especially pigs.
5) I get pulled over for speeding a LOT. Twice by the same cop within 2 weeks. I have high insurance.
6)I love tree houses; I hope that my kids some day ask ME to help them build and not their father, because I'm already designing it whenever I see a tree or a pile of wood at Lowe's.
Now don't hold anything against me for being honest. I'm going to go out on a limb and tag people who I suspect won't respond. This should be easy, only a handful of people read my blog. Do I have to pick six? That will never happen.
Lindsay
Cathy
Francie
Julie
Mom
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5 comments:
Yes you correctly figured out what it means to be tagged.
I'm surprised you've lost your touch with getting yourself out of tickets. You used to come up with some good ones when you lived here. Remember the time you told the cop you were speeding because you were cold, and you couldn't turn the heat on in the car because you were sick and the heat blowing on your face made it hard for you to breath? Or the time that you got pulled over for yout plates being expired and you played dumb and even called mom on your cell phone and had her explain to the cop that it wasn't your fault they were expired because she didn't send you the new ones?
I have a soft spot for old people too.
I didn't know about you and the tree houses, although it makes sense. Did I ever tell you that when we lived in Oklahoma and Ryan and I shared a room, we used to lay in our bunkbeds at night and talk about how we were going to build our dream fort in the backyard? It was a very elaborate floor plan. Mom nixed it off the bat though the first time we tried taking down fence pieces to use for wood.
You should post about your tree house in California. The time it caught on fire, the baby mice you raised up there and the bucket on a rope so you didn't have to go inside at night... That would make for a really fun and interesting post. Do you have any pictures of it? Oh, and don't forget to tell about the rope that you rigged to the pool from there too.
I don't think you should every quit blogging because you are absolutely hilarious!!!
Take Care,
Cathy Murphy's Daughter
P.S. I would be mad to because I lock everything and I constantly lock my husband out of the house.
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