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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.