A loooong time ago, in a land faaaaaar away...I was tagged by the lovely Aussie Rebecca to give y'all 7 random things about WM from the WM vault.
I'm generally not what you would consider an "overachiever" or "diligent" or even "someone with an attention span greater than that of a 3 year-old jacked up on Mt. Dew".
However, in an effort to improve the magic that is Whiskeymarie, I will not only comply, I will exceed that which is expected of me!
Take that, Sir laziness and Lady Sloth!
I give you: Several! Several random sevens!
The "scar" sevens:
#1) Scar in my left wrist, top: nasty swingset accident somewhere around 3 years old. The plastic seat broke and down I went. Fatass.
#2) Half moon scar around my bellybutton: A few years ago I found out I had an umbilical hernia- a condition usually reserved for small children and the severely obese. I guess it developed from years of manual labor on the docks, along with my scurvy. This is the only surgery I have ever had that involved getting put under and a refill of vicodin. Good times.
#3) Two scars, one about 1/4" across, one about 1/2" across -smack in the middle of my cleavage. This was the result of a hot sheet pan hurredly tossed into a rack- it bounced back and burned my boobies. And no, I'm not self-conscious about them. Jesus, I have so many scars I've all but given up on giving a shit anymore. I think people use them as an excuse to look at my breasteses.
#4) Smattering of faint white scars on my right knee: when I was 12 or so, I all of a sudden got this weird constellation of warts on my knee. We (me, my mom, the doctor) did everything to get rid of them- they were horrifying and icky. Then one day, after about a year, poof! Gone. I like to think that my offering up my virginity as a sacrifice to the god of dermatology (he lived behind the convenience store by my house- I think his mortal name was Doug) did the trick.
#5) Misc. 1/2" to 1" scars up my right forearm: These are from ovens at work through the years. I always seem to re-burn in the exact same spots, so I'm pretty sure these are never going away. I really should wear full body protection at work. And a helmet.
#6) Crooked hairline, faint scar on the right side: "Falling" into the corner of a coffee table, age 2. I kind of think my older sister was jockeying for domestic power and this was a failed attempt to de-throne me. I was 2 and cute, she was 4 and starting to enter that "gangly" phase.
#7) Giant (3/4") indentation on my left shoulder, back: I had a "suspicious" mole removed a few years ago. When it healed, it looked like a huge wart. I complained and they shot some stuff in it, three times. It then collapsed into itself like some sort of black hole. I am not entirely unconvinced that if I push on it 'just right' I will be able to travel through time.
The "right now" sevens:
Right now I am...
#1) wearing: a white "wife-hugger" (since we can't say the other thing anymore), cutoff old jeans (and no, I don't live in a trailer- I just have no class) and flip flops. Later on I am giving birth to my uncle/brother's baby in the bathtub in the back yard- c'mon over and watch!
#2) eating: 1 egg & 2 egg whites scrambled with veggie sausage & salsa.
#3) needing: lip balm (me getting up to look for some)(found the Aveda stuff on the end table- much better now.)
#4) looking at: the huge bunch of flowers I got for $5 at the farmer's market.
#5) planning for the day: not leaving the house under any circumstances. Well, unless I need a magazine. Or a popsicle. Or lunch.
#6) stunned: just got a call telling me that we need to tack another $1400 on to the cost of the chimney-removal party plan. Total estimate for the project: $6400. I'm going to go throw up now. I could plan two really great or three el cheapo vacations for that. Fuck you, Mr. House.
#7) watching: bad daytime t.v. There was just a herpes medication commercial on. Glad I don't have herpes.
Seven favorite foods:
#1) homemade mac & cheese with bacon and roasted tomatoes
#2) anything with good goat cheese. I would brush my teeth with goat cheese if it didn't give me such stank breath.
#3) any and all cured pork products.
#4) roasted vegetables, especially beets, onions, broccoli and sweet potatoes.
#5) pickles- only dill. Sorry bread & butter/sweet pickle lovers, here we must agree to disagree even though everyone knows I'm right.
#6) cereal- particularly Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch and anything with marshmallows.
#7) Anything with duck- especially duck confit, one of the least healthy things on the planet, but fuck if I care- it's delicious.
#7.5) Marshmallow anything- except Peeps.
Seven favorite words:
#1) Delicious (I say this way too much. I once had a student that hated this word. I would drag it out for him. Deee-lissshhhhuuuusss....)
#2) Fuck (It's just such a useful word. Really.)
#3) Booty (both the bodonkadonk and the pirate form)
#4) Scootch (as in "scootch your ass over here"- I think I may have made this one up)
#5) Schmutz (as in "you've got some schmutz on your face- here, let me get that with this kleenex that I will moisten with my tongue")
#6) Monkey (It's fun to just say this randomly, especially with people you don't know real well.)
#7) Cocktail (not only does it have the word "cock" in it, but it means delicious wonderful boozy concoctions are forthcoming.)
And finally, six "new-to-me/relatively new-to-me" blogs very recently added to the links list- therefore you should read them too. I insist. Really. I mean it. Read them, dammit, if you know what's good for you (me, staring you down):
#1) Constant Winter- She is what I aspire to be when I grow up.
#2) Extraneous Kickassery- because it's nice to have the boys around too.
#3) Fruit Loops and Porn- she has naked Gary Busey. Enough Said.
#4) The Paper Treehouse- Margee, Martha, Marsha- take your pick.
#5) Prison Industry- Another boy to balance out the estrogen overload.
#6) Rebecca James- not really new to me, I just got around to linking my Aussie lady.
Addendum for a dumdum (i.e. ME):
#7) Nocturnal + Tendencies - tech-savvy video guy- always interesting & a little on the edge...
The rest of you know how much I adore you. Plus, I've been reading the rest of you , like, for-ever. Duh.
And, as an aside- I don't know about anyone else, but I read ALL of the blogs on my blogroll. I'd like to say I only have time now, when I'm not working, but I really read them all- all the time. I may miss a few days here & there, but I don't miss much. I am obsessive, if nothing else.
I just want you to know that my love is real- not the fake kind promised in those commercials during "Blind Date" re-runs at 1:00 in the morning- just so you know.
I am also needing of a hobby, it seems.