I was tagged by Golightly. I haven't been tagged in a while plus I don't have much to write about right now unless you want to listen to me talk about the new table I bought. Hint: you don't. So here you go. It's a list of 7 random facts or habits about me. It's hard to think there's anything I haven't told you about me yet, but, you guys, I am like one of those infinity pools: there's no end. I mean unless you get real close then you can see that it's just a trick, and, like the pool, I just keep recycling the same crap over and over to mask the fact that there's not much to me. Man this analogy sucks. After I post this I'm going to go kill myself. Just kidding-I have to drink tonight. There's no way I'm missing that.
Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog with their 7 things as well as these rules. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. Remember to leave a comment for them letting them know they have been tagged and to read your blog.
1. I am obsessed with fans. Not the autograph-seeking kind. The kind that cool you down. I don't care what kind-table fan, stand up fan, ceiling fan-I love them all. I go into Wal-Mart about once a year at the beginning of the summer so I can go to the fan aisle and stand in front of them when they're all on.
2. I miss Pinwheel.
3. I don't want to live in a world without Pay-at-the-Pump.
4. Loser Alert: One time in Vegas, we went to the Stratosphere which is a thousand feet tall and my friends made me go on the ride at the top which takes you up another 200 feet and drops you into a "free fall". I got a bloody nose from the height.
5. My Grandpa's nickname for me from the time I was a baby is Corky. Corky Thatcher really messed things up for me.
6. When we were little, whenever my sister and I would run up the stairs in front of our mom she would play this game where she'd say "Bottom, bottom, bottom" over and over while tapping us on the butt. It made us giggle a lot back then, but now we can't walk up the stairs when someone is behind us without clenching our cheeks and covering our backsides and feeling very stressed out. It's just best if you let us go last up the stairs, okay.
7. My inability to cook or retain any cooking training causes me so much stress and mental anguish that it actually makes me question my worth as a human being. It's just such a constant struggle and so tiring feeling so inept so often. One time I went to the grocery store to buy cilantro, and the labels for it and the parsley next to it were missing. I didn't know which one was cilantro, and I stood there staring at the two of them for about 10 minutes then I started to cry. This is how my thought process went "What kind of moron can't even tell the difference between parsley and cilantro? My God I'm useless. I'm going to be a horrible mother." You see? The crazy happens 24/7 here, folks. And I don't even like cilantro.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
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You have to smell them.
Here's a funny thing -- ordering produce at the West Side Market is kind of a skill. It used to stump me but I've kind of figured it out. Everything is listed by the pound, but lots of stuff is tough to separate into pounds, and they have no interest in that (unless it's the cheese store), and we have no idea how many onions are in two pounds anyway.
So, the key? Just ask for how many you want. If you're worried about how much it'll cost say "how much would 4 onions be?" At the market, you can even pick out your own.
Why can't everything be sold by the unit, like corn?
Cilantro is fucking nasty and smells like lemon dish wash soap. You poor sweet thing I feel so bad that you cried.
Don't worry, fuck it, if you want to impress someone go to the store and get one of those hot already cooked chickens, swing over to the cold case and pick up a tub of those already made real mashed potatoes and a tub of the already made stuffing. Put it all on pretty serving dishes and throw away the evidence. Don't forget to put some pans in the sink and turn on the oven and then "remember" to turn it off when they get there.
Ok ok if you REALLY do want to cook go and check out - thepioneerwomancooks.com I read her blog and now she just started a food blog. It's bad-ass, she takes pictures of all the ingredients in their pakages so theres no guessing, then step by little step explains everything AND takes picures of every step like twice so there is NO GUESSING WHAT SO EVER. AND she does easy normal human stuff. AND she's funny. AND she rewrites it all again at the bottom for easy printing.
OMG Pay at the Pump IS the shit isn't it?
You're not alone with the fan obsession. Everytime I go to Lowes or Home Depot, I feel a magnetic pull to the fan department. I may be there to pick up lawn fertilizer, but somehow I end up being hypnotized by the fans. It's kind of like shiny things and mental patients, I guess.
i love fans too. but i love them not for the cool breeze but for the sound that masks people screaming and trying to break into my apartment.
and i miss pinwheel too. pinwheel pinwheel spinning around look at my pinwheel and see what i found.
are those even the right lyrics? hell, that's what i always sang.
You forgot to list off the names.
Personally, I prefer not to use Cilantro. I prefer to use something called 'bacon'.
Pinwheel. That show was awesome! I'm going directly to You Tube and find the opening song. Because, you can't be pissed at the world when you hear pinwheel.
Russ, the first time I went to the West Side Market I was terrified. Now I am okay. I freaking love that place. My problem is I buy too much.
Lindystar, you are awesome, and I am going to check out that site immediately!
Cruisermel, seriously! I do the same thing at Home Depot! I probably look like a freak just hanging out in front of the fans, but I can't help it.
Crystal, my love of fans is twofold: I love the cool breeze and I LOVE the noise. Is there a better noise to fall asleep to ever? No! Also you totally nailed the words for the Pinwheel song. So glad I'm not the only one who still sings it.
ATG, holy crap I did forget to tag people. Okay I tag you! Get to writing, my friend.
Mon, you let me know when you find that song. It's so amazing. Anyone else remember Hattytown Tales where all the houses are hats that talk? I annoyed the crap out of Steph talking about this show that was like claymation-ish where the houses talked, and she spent hours trying to find out what it was. Then I realized it was part of Pinwheel and not it's own show. Sorry, Steph. But seriously. Hattytown Tales. You can hear the theme song to it here: http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/tvothemesongs/
Pinwheel is fine, but I was always waiting for it to be over so Mr. Wizard would come on. Poor Mr. Wizard died this week.
I'll agree with Lindystar- cilantro is fucking nasty lemon dish soap tasting. My one friend keeps trying to sneek it into my food and I'm getting gradually more and more pissed at her. It tastes like soap! stop putting it in my food godddamnit.
Nobody else is going to say it? OK, I'll say it.
Yeah, you forgot to tag people again. I think.
Sarah-I have no less than 5 fans going in my house right now...and my a/c. My brother and I always talked into them because you sound like Darth Vader: "Luuuuke...I am your faaather". Good times.
Lindy really did turn you on to a great thing with pioneer woman. I am a fairly good cook, but I had an overbearing grandmother who said all women must cook in order to find a husband. (It's the south, ya know?) However, I'm 36, a wonderful cook, and still unmarried...I fear she is turning over in her grave and possibly dissolving into "the vapors".
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