1) Link to the person who tagged you. (Mme. Loor)
2) Post the rules on your blog (copy and paste 1-6).
3) Write 6 random things about yourself.
4) Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them.
5) Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
Random Thingy #1: When I was on my mission in France, I bought a children's book that I thought looked hilarious at the time. My plan was to teach my children the language and then read them the book. Turns out, up until about 4 months ago that book was stashed away with all my mission stuff in my hope chest. I happened to be digging around in there and found the book. I brought it out to show Dillan. He was excited about it and now asks to read it ALL THE TIME. First of all, my french has become LOUSY. I try and translate to english-REALLY lousy! Secondly, the book is french. French people find it hilarious. I find it disturbing and don't really WANT to read it to my kids. I don't think they're that entertained by it, to be honest. I just found it on Amazon (hence the picture) with reviews. Don't even get me started! Why could I not find something worthwhile to bring home and cherish with my kids!? Finally, Summer if you're out there, maybe you can tell me WHY I bought that darn book!In case you're wondering, the book is about a little mole. He pokes his head out of the ground and a big long slimy, stinky thing lands on his head. Yup, a turd. Furious, he spends the remainder of the story trying to find the culprit. He interrogates a bunch of animals, each denying any part in the crime, and each (graphically) proving innocence by showing him how they "do it." Finally he comes across a pair of flies who, thanks to their expertise in the matter, tell him exactly who left the thing on his head. I'll not spoil the ending, but just know that he gets his revenge and happily returns to the ground. Great story line, I know. Anyone's welcome to borrow it!
Random Thingy #2: I've always hated the expression "There's always going to be someone out there better than you at (fill in the blank)." I probably hate it so much because I don't want it to be true. Why can't I be that somebody who's better? Who's at the top? I admit I'm motivated to always be better because I know better is out there. Consequently, I bring myself down. That's something I'm working on. So for all you "betters" out there who sense my ever-glaring (sometimes nastily) gaze staring you down, go easy on me, k?
Random Thingy #3: So apparently all these people around me (who probably won't speak to me after reading this) all love Disneyland. Yes, it's a nice place. It's cute. Some of the rides are fun. But come on! It is WAY overpriced. Doesn't ANYONE see what a monster the Disney company has become? It's one thing for kids to be completely immersed, but adults? Maybe it's me! Maybe I'm the one missing out! Maybe I'm denying my inner child the Happiest Place on Earth until I explode! Yes, I was raised on the movies, I know the songs by heart! But there's just something about it. Go to Ebay and type in "Disney Cars" to find your son a Christmas present. Then maybe you'll see how I feel. Sorry Shannon, I guess you'll have to be the one to Disnucate my son. You're "better"
Random Thingy #4: No, I still don't want a pet. Even since writing my "99 things." It's something that Chris and I really need to work out. I just don't think I could do it. The worst case scenarios always pop into my mind. Even those that are "extremely rare" and that he swears "our cat/dog would NEVER do!" It's an animal! I struggle enough trying to trust humans.
Random Thingy #5: The Ultimate Surprise. I dream about Chris giving me the Ultimate Surprise. A random serenade in front of a large audience. A weekend getaway where he has planned everything down to the last packed wipee to leave with the kids and their caretaker, while he whisks me away somewhere. I've told him this. I've told him I want to be surprised. Totally overcome with surprisedness. I know I could do it for him, and I think I will someday.
Random Thingy #6: For the past 3 years I have been pining over the couch that I long to have. Said couch is currently residing at Chris' brother's home in AZ. As soon as I saw it and sat on it, I knew I had to have it. I have eyes for no other couch. No other couch will EVER take me away from my dream of owning this couch. I will not rest until I find that couch. Sadly everytime I sit on my couch to watch something, I think about how wonderful life will be when I have that couch as my own. Seriously, if that couch becomes no longer manufactured (heaven forbid), I will hire a couch maker to make me that couch. Even if it takes forever to get it right, that's the couch I must have. I'll stop saying couch now. Couch. It starts to look like cough after a while.
Yeah, I did it! I guess it ended up being more like the 6 random ranting strange things about me but thank you thank you to all of you for making it to this point with me. (Applause, Bow)
For my encore, I choose to tag...
#1 Tracy
#2 Jennifer C.
#3 Annie P.
#4 Kristin (anyone seeing a pattern so far?)
#5 Crystal
#6 Shannon
Thank you and good night.
3 comments:
I want to know why the book was so disturbing. And what it was about!! That sounds so funny, though. That you bought the book and thought it would be great and now it's so disturbing to you.
Oh, and my family calls me Alicia. I've been Alicia my whole life until I turned 22 and Met Marcelo. And then he started calling me Ali. His whole family calls me Ali. Ali is my "Spanish" alter ego. So I can always tell how someone knows me. If they know me through Marcelo, then they call me Ali. It's just funny that I have a whole new name because of him.
That's sweet. Chris' family is all about nicknames. He rarely calls me Kim unless he's upset about something.
I guess I should have clarified what the book is about. If you click on the picture, you can see a little more clearly. It's a mole with a turd on his head. The book is about him trying to find out who pooped on him. He interrogates many different animals. They all deny it and prove it by showing him their various poop. In the end, two flies help him solve the mystery. To get revenge, he poops on the head of the unsuspecting guilty one.
I think I went through this "potty and poopie books are funny!" soon after my son was born. I'm over it.
Hmmm, off to accept the challenge
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