I've been tagged with the Meme of Four
Sorry, Thomas J. , that it's taken me so long...I just was over at your place today to notice my tagged-ness. Also, I have to complain about whatever it is you've done to make it impossible to just copy and paste the questions from your blog!
At any rate...
Four jobs they couldn't pay me enough to do:
- Shovel human excrement from public toilets in China
- Sell tickets as a conductor on the no-room-to-even-breathe buses in China
- Mine coal in West Virginia
- Embalm dead human bodies
Four movies I used to love and watched over and over to the point that now I have them memorized and the prospect of watching them again causes my eyeballs to bleed:
- Chances Are
- Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
- Dances With Wolves
- A lot of movies could go in fourth place here, but I'm going to go with...Speed
Four movies I loved when I saw them in the theater but don't dare watch again for fear they won't hold up:
- Only one in this category: There's Something About Mary
Four places in the United States I've always thanked God I don't live even when I was living in a really small rathole in Indiana:
- Mississippi
- Mississippi
- Mississippi
- Louisiana
Four places I would like to visit on an extended vacation:
- Ireland
- Australia
- Italy
- India
Four TV shows I am strangely tempted to watch but have so far resisted:
- Desperate Housewives
- Sex in the City
- Martha Live
- Lost
Four websites that aren't on my blogroll that I visit daily: Okay, I don't have a true blogroll, and the links on my sidebar are sadly in need of updating. So this one is actually easy.
- KLOG: the blog of a funny gal with a cute haircut with highlights who lives in Redneck Valley and is in looooooove with John Stamos
- Random and Odd: home of Stuff Portrait Friday (in which I have been extremely delinquent lately...sorry Kristine!)
- My college roomate's blog, but I can't send you there (sorry Jur!) because if I connect people in my real world with people in my blog world...well, it's kind of like in Back to the Future, where your past and future selves aren't allowed to see each other or else it will mess stuff up. Same thing.
- Debutaunt: my new find! Inspiring blog of a woman with leukemia. And she gives fantastic daily assignments.
Four foods I don't really like and can't understand why I eat them but I eat them anyway and feel bad about it afterwards: Sorry, I have to change this one a bit. There is little that I don't like, and if I don't like something, I generally don't eat it. It's easy that way when I'm the main cook. So I'm just going to put four of the few things that I truly detest.
- Canned beets
- Olives, any kind or color
- Chicken feet (sounds obvious, but they are a favorite of my husband)
- Pigs feet (ditto)
Four albums I never listen to anymore but can't bring myself to trade in at Tower Records: Oh, some of these are really going to make me cringe.
- Shania Twain, Come on Over
- Art Garfunkel, Garfunkel (Just goes to show you, a beautiful voice is nothing without great lyrics. Art was a goner when he and Paul Simon split.)
- Weird Al Yankovic, In 3-D
- Billy Joel, that live concern in Russia that looks like it's spelled KOHUEPT. (I'm a big BJ fan, but I have both of his greatest hits CDs. They're enough, really.)
Four places I'd rather be but sadly won't any time soon.
- Beijing
- Torino, Italy (I would love to see the Olympics someday. Maybe Beijing in 2008!)
- Cedar Campus, Michigan (yes, even in the winter)
- Borders (not soon enough, anyway)
I'm not going to tag anyone; feel free to consider yourself tagged if it sounds fun!

3 Comments:
Ooh, I love your bullets - pretty! Also, I have Come on Over, too. Hee. And feet? People eat FEET?! Eew. Although my mom used to eat...(I can barely bring myself to type this)...squirrel brains.
Happy weekend!
You couldn't copy and paste? I could copy and paste. Has this happened to anyone else?
Chicken feet and pig feet, huh? Is he Asian? I grew up in Honolulu and I remember this one time when I was really young; I had just finished a swimming lesson and some people were having a party by the pool. This one guy comes up to my mum and me and shoves a pig foot on a plate in my face, asking me if I want it. I was pretty grossed out.
They can find me if they want to... Ha ha ha.
And why is it that there's an empty bowl sitting on my kid's high chair tray, next to a pile of delicious chicken and noodle-stuff from a can (hey, at least I could heat that up without, well, you know...)? Seems that stuff would go really nicely IN the bowl until the time when it goes INTO his mouth, doesn't it???
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