Monday, December 10, 2007

Eight things you really could go through life not knowing, but what's the fun in that?

Welcome to Memepoblomo.

I am slowly working my way through a number of memes I have recently been tagged for. Could I just not do them and let the meme die a slow, quiet death?
Sure I could.
But I am nothing if not gracious and accommodating, and I really don't have anything else on the books to write about today, so here you go:

Tagged by the lovely Gwen to give you eight random facts about yours truly.

Being a random sort of girl I will happily oblige.
No theme this time, unless you count "random" and a theme.

#1) As a kid, and into my early teens, I was a voracious ice-eater. I would seriously sit down with a tray of ice and crunch, crunch, crunch. At least until my Mom or dad would catch me and tell me to cut it out. I even had specific types of ice I preferred, and the process of deciding which varieties were best was a complicated one involving size, "crumble" factor, clarity and flavor. I found out in later years that this habit falls into the Pica category of "disorders". Pica usually refers to the kids who eat glue, dirt, worms, crayons and such, but ice is also included. Luckily I didn't wreck my teeth, and luckily I chose ice instead of worms.

#2) I threw my virginity to the wolves when I was 16. There you go. I really just wanted to see what the big deal was, and it turned out to be less spectacular than I thought it would be. But really, whose first time is ever anything to write home about?

#3) I own 58 pairs of shoes, give or take a few. I think this is reasonable. In fact, I was shocked at how low this number was when I actually counted. I haven't counted purses in a while, but I'm marginally sure that the number is in the 60-70 range, which is down from my all-time high of around 100. I like choices. So there.

#4) I can't eat without spilling some of whatever it is on myself. I really should buy one of these. Please, anyone- save me from myself.

#5) I am a butt looker. (No, not licker, you dirty bird. Looker.) I look at everyone's butt. All the time. I'm not sure why, but I really can't help myself. No one is safe- I am an equal opportunity tushie peeker. You've been warned.
I actually got busted doing just this at a bar last weekend. The bartender came up to me and said, "I saw you looking at that girl's butt. You are so busted." So I just owned it. Yup. Ladies, gents, perky 20-something, saggy 60-something, gigantic and dimply, toned and taut.
Look at someone's butt, look inside their soul...

#6) I would wear all cashmere, all the time if my finances would allow. If you're needing any gift ideas for me, how about these:

Yup. cashmere undies. Click on the pic for more info.

They're a real bargain. Not that you can really put a price on my happiness or anything.
Feel free to get me the coordinating bra, which is really a steal at the low, low price of $325.
Do you think that anyone makes cashmere kleenex? My nose really deserves the best.

#7) If I'm really crabby, play this song for me. Makes me stupidly happy every time. Yes, I know how cliche' I am. I'm o.k. with that.
Quit judging, Judgy McJudgester.

#8) I want to get a dog and name it T.J. O'Pootertoot, after a skit from the Ben Stiller Show. I couldn't find a clip of the sketch this comes from, but to sum up: T.J. O Pootertoots, a family fun restaurant is serving pooterburgers and the like. Turns out pooterburgers and the like are actually...people! "Pooter is peeeeooople!".
I love the idea of having a little-ish dog and calling, "Here Pooter, Pooter, Pooter!"
The Mr. isn't completely on board with this idea, but like that matters. Pooter is what I want, Pooter is what I'll get. Try and stop me.

So there you go- eight more random bits from the wonder that is Whiskeymarie.


dguzman said...

I KNEW you were looking at my butt! Quit it!

OMG, Pica is my favorite mental disorder! (yes, I do have a favorite, big deal.) I didn't know that ice was counted in there, though. Really broadens the field of people you can should "PICA!" at! Cool!

McGone said...

I want to watch the Ben Stiller Show now, if only for the "Manson" skit, or 'The Grungies." Good stuff.

Sugar Kane said...

Crunching ice is also common in people who are anemic. I have no idea why.

I totally need those cashmere undies!

Lollie said...

Did you ever crunch the ice until it was the consistency of crushed ice from a fridge front dispenser and then swallow it to hear the little pieces tinkle against each other as they got squished in your gullet and to feel them melt on the way down?

What? Too involved? Do I have a problem?

Mariposa said...

You had me giggling...this is funny and cute!

You are always fun... ;)

L Sass said...

I am a butt looker, too, and there is NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT!

Wyldth1ng said...


Joe said...

You realize you're not contractually obligated to do these things, don't you? They really are the chain letter of the new millennium.

EmBee said...

Happiness abounds when I listen to Styx too!

Do you think Judgey McJudgester will judge me harshly for my most recent DVD purchase of 'STYX - Return to Paradise'? If so, he/she can stick it where the sun don't shine... Which I'm sure you've already checked out.

Landis said...

i have (surprise) had cashmere undies that i found at century 21 in new york (it's the mafia run filene's basement. dont ask. just go) and i have to say. . . worth it. soooooft.

where it counts.

Gwen said...

WhiskeyMarie said my name!! Finally, I'm somebody.

Thanks for playing, WM!

Freida Bee, MD said...

I remember the P.J. O' Pootertoot skits. Thanks for the reminder and not tagging me back (yet?) I just had 4 meme's in a week.

CDP said...

My chapter is up!

diatribes and dish said...

Oooh, I'm a messy eater, too. I need me one of them adult bibs, preferably the one with the hamburgers.

On another note, I think it's infinitely funny that the "red hat ladies" style is sold out.

diatribes and dish said...

P.S. I forgot to add that I'm an accidental crotch looker. My eyes always seem to land on the nether regions of the most inappropriate people. Like my youth pastor. For some reason, my eyes just always went to his junk. It was really disturbing.

Nature Girl said...

cashmere skivvies?? Whoda thunk it? I think I'm going to have to add those to my Christmas list now..

Lauren said...

Add me to the list of butt lookers! My eyes don't discriminate, but I really find women's behinds much more interesting, no?

Iheartfashion said...

I love the cashmere undies idea, but only if they come with a laundress to hand wash them. That's a little too involved for me...
And you have pica? Wow, I had a childhood friend who ate all the rubber wheels off her Hot Wheels AND the hands and feet off her Barbies. Not to mention the wallpaper all around her bed. Lucky for you it's only ice!