Lisa and Diane (and everyone else, I'm sure) are itchin' to know seven random things about me. The trick here will be narrowing the immense randomness down to just seven things. Or maybe I should just list the seven MOST random things. How about seven randomly chosen random things? Is it possible I'm making this harder than it's supposed to be?
First, I shall copy and paste the regs:
Here’s how it works: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to tag others and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!
And now, I shall bring those of you who dare to read on dangerously close to the precipice of your sanity as I attempt to bore you completely out of your skull with
7 RANDOM THINGS ABOUT CLEMNTINE
7. I have a tattoo. I got it on the night before my 30th birthday. I had to drive out of state to get it because at the time, tattoo parlors were outlawed in Oklahoma. If you're nice, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.
6. I play the French Horn, and I was really good at it. I haven't played anywhere since 1999, and I miss it a lot. I haven't pursued any opportunities lately because I'm afraid I don't still "have it."
5. I became a lactation consultant during my 2nd pregnancy because I was determined to be more successful nursing than I was the first time around. In doing so, I discovered one of the great joys of my life: encouraging mothers.
4. My favorite color is yellow. My mother says that one of my first words was "lallow". My favorite clothes are yellow, my kitchen is yellow and my favorite foods are all yellow: corn, squash, bananas, lemon-flavored anything. There is very little that goes wrong in my life that isn't made at least more bearable with the liberal application of yellow.
3. I have "Nanny Goat Hairs". And I hate them. They get all ingrown and sore and make me look like I have Chin Chicken Pox.
2. Barry Manilow may write the songs, but I KNOW ALL THE WORDS. One of the favorite after-dinner pastimes at the Clem Domicile is a little game we like to call, "That's Not A Real Song, Mama". It starts when I burst out into "You're the reason our kids are ugly, Little Darlin'. Aw, but looks ain't everything. And money ain't everything. And I love you just the same." Then someone says, "That's not a real song, Mama," and we all have to gather around the MacBook while I prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that "Yuh-HUH! Is TOO!".
1. I've met Carol Burnett. When I told her that I spent every afternoon from 4 to 5 with her while my mom worked and that she made me feel safe at home by myself, she teared up. Then she kissed me on the cheek.
There you have it. Now we're BFF, cuz you know even the boring stuff.
Oh, and I tag the people who haven't done this. Yes, all both of you.
7. I have a tattoo. I got it on the night before my 30th birthday. I had to drive out of state to get it because at the time, tattoo parlors were outlawed in Oklahoma. If you're nice, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.
6. I play the French Horn, and I was really good at it. I haven't played anywhere since 1999, and I miss it a lot. I haven't pursued any opportunities lately because I'm afraid I don't still "have it."
5. I became a lactation consultant during my 2nd pregnancy because I was determined to be more successful nursing than I was the first time around. In doing so, I discovered one of the great joys of my life: encouraging mothers.
4. My favorite color is yellow. My mother says that one of my first words was "lallow". My favorite clothes are yellow, my kitchen is yellow and my favorite foods are all yellow: corn, squash, bananas, lemon-flavored anything. There is very little that goes wrong in my life that isn't made at least more bearable with the liberal application of yellow.
3. I have "Nanny Goat Hairs". And I hate them. They get all ingrown and sore and make me look like I have Chin Chicken Pox.
2. Barry Manilow may write the songs, but I KNOW ALL THE WORDS. One of the favorite after-dinner pastimes at the Clem Domicile is a little game we like to call, "That's Not A Real Song, Mama". It starts when I burst out into "You're the reason our kids are ugly, Little Darlin'. Aw, but looks ain't everything. And money ain't everything. And I love you just the same." Then someone says, "That's not a real song, Mama," and we all have to gather around the MacBook while I prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that "Yuh-HUH! Is TOO!".
1. I've met Carol Burnett. When I told her that I spent every afternoon from 4 to 5 with her while my mom worked and that she made me feel safe at home by myself, she teared up. Then she kissed me on the cheek.
There you have it. Now we're BFF, cuz you know even the boring stuff.
Oh, and I tag the people who haven't done this. Yes, all both of you.
7 comments:
Call me Carol Burnett because I too teared up reading #1.
Yellow suites your blog : ) Love it - thanks to Texas Purl Gurl for sending me here
Well, I am thinking about getting a tattoo. I've wanted one for a long time, but the hubs was out on it. (Should've done it before we got married!) But I think he's coming around. Now that it's legal and all in OK.
I promise to be nice and you have to post a pic!!!
I have the nanny goat hairs too. The hubs would give me this look. which I used to think it was a loving look..turns out he was staring at my goat hairs.
Didn't yawn even once! You're beautifully random.
I found your blog yesterday. You are funny, witty, and a great writer. From looking at your picture, we could have been identical twins as kids.
Oh my goodness, number 1 was too sweet.
Alyson
OH I LOVE Carol Burnett! I was in drama in high school and we performed "Greater Tuna." I played the old lady who fed sticknine (sp)biscuits to dogs. It was a wonderful part and when it was over several people told me I reminded them of Carol Burnett. THE ULTIMATE COMPLIMENT in my opinion!!!
I enjoyed your "boring" stuff and my younger daughter is the same way about yellow. Since she could talk. Yellow makes everything better, except medicine.
brenda
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