Ten More....

I started my 100 Things, I think, in honor of my hundredth post. I thought it would make it easier to do. But, I'm nearing my three hundredth post and I'm still not done. Why yes, I AM a procrastinator. Why do you ask?

So, here's ten more. Eventually we'll get to 100.

40. When I'm eating a sandwich or a hot dog or pretty much anything between two slices of bread, I always leave a little bit of bread/bun on my plate. I don't really know why I do it, except that if it's a large bite and there's no meat left I usually think "well, I'm not just going to eat the bread. it's not worth the calories." But sometimes it'll be just a tiny little piece. It drives Mr. Daddy NUTS. Just tonight he picked the tiny little crust up and waved it in my face "Why? Why don't you eat this tiny little piece?" I don't know. It's just my thing.

39. I've never seen any of the Godfather movies. I know, I know!!

38. I've only been fired from a job once. In college. It was mortifying.

37. For a very brief while I worked in a t-shirt shop at the beach. You know, the kind where you walk in and pick the design off the wall and then someone behind the counter uses that gigantic iron to press it on your t-shirt? Yeah, that was me.

36. As a child I used to LOVE going to those old-timey photo booths. I would still go if I could get anyone to go with me!

35. I have a thing for guys with big noses. Nomar Garciaparra. Adrien Brody. You get the idea.

34. In seventh grade I wrote Ted Turner a letter about the Goodwill Games and he wrote me back.

33. In high school I received a Best Actress award at the regional One Act competition for playing a pregnant, gossiping bridge player in a play called The Coal Diamond.

32. If I really like a song, I'll play it 3 or 4 times in a row. Yeah, the kids have got nothing on me.

31. I don't like cinnamon rolls. Yes, there is something wrong with me. I like to smell them, but I don't really like to eat them.

It's All Downhill from Here

In honor of my blog-baby turning one, I thought I would actually attempt to finish my "100 Things." I sincerely doubt I'll come up with 50 more tonight, but maybe I can come up with 10. EKBetsy over at The Musings of a Wandering Mind did 102! for her 102nd post and I sort of started feeling ashamed that I had seemingly abandoned mine. So, here we go.

50. When I'm swimming, I don't like to be splashed. I don't mind getting my hair wet or messing up my makeup (if I'm wearing any), but I just don't like to be splashed.

49. I have a thing about rings. I loooove rings. But I only wear one on each hand. Well, on my left hand my wedding "set" is actually three rings, but they're all on the same finger. I really have to watch myself to keep from compulsively buying rings.

48. Occasionally, I'm a glass half empty kind of person. Actually, I'm an "oh, God, the glass is empty, we're all going to thirst to death and then the kids will be sent to an orphanage and they'll have to work for their gruel" kind of person. I tend to think that the worst possible outcome is going to happen until Mr. Daddy talks me down.

47. I like beer. Usually cheap beer. Not cheap, cheap beer, but I'm not really a fan of the "good stuff." If it's too hoppy or too dark, I probably won't like it. Corona (or even Red Stripe) with a lime is God's perfect libation.

46. I don't discuss religion or politics with anybody. Not even Mr. Daddy.

45. I'm attending my first writing seminar on August 2nd and I'm so excited. And also scared to death.

44. Grover is my favorite Sesame Street character.

43. Kenny Rogers sang "Lady" to me -- and I mean, directly to me -- when I was in third grade. He was having dinner at my dad's restaurant.

42. I used to be really good at telling jokes. I remember one night after waiting tables at the Chart House, my co-workers and I sat around telling joke after joke after joke and I was the star of the show. That was a good feeling.

(In honor of our trip to Dollywood, I'll tell y'all one of my favorites. Did you hear that Dolly Parton was buying three grocery store chains: Big Star, Piggly Wiggly, and Harris Teeter? Yep, and she's going to change the name to Big Wiggly Teeters.)

41. I love roller coasters, but I cannot do spinning rides like the teacups....ugh....queasy...somebody stop this thing!

We're heading out to Dollywood tomorrow afternoon. I'll take lots of pictures, particularly of my funnel cake for those deprived individuals in the audience.

See you Sunday!

50-50

It's been quite a while since I added to my 100 Things, which I started in honor of my 100th post. If I'm not careful I won't get it done before my 200th post. If you're new here and you want to see numbers 100-61, you can look here, here, here, and here.

60. I don't like for my shoulders or my collarbone to be cold.

59. I hold my breath when I read. My mom always used to ask me what I was sighing about but really I was just catching up on my breathing.

58. I'm a huuugggee baseball fan. Well, I myself am not huge, but I really do love baseball.

57. And football. Especially college football, though lately I do find myself watching the pros as well.

56. I've never seen any of The Godfather movies.

55. Yet I can quote Valley Girl line for line.

54. Other than a layover in the San Francisco airport, I've never been west of Dallas, TX.

53. If I were 15 years younger I would probably get my nose pierced.

52. I don't really like ice cream. I will eat it occasionally, but I don't crave it.

51. I used to want six or seven kids. Until I had one.

And there we go. We're halfway to the finish line. I think I got my second wind. I'm gonna need it for this weekend. We're having a yardsale at which I will try to talk people in buying the crap that I don't want anymore.

I Got A Feelin' Called a Meme...

Way back in 2007, you know, last week, Tootsie Farklepants over at Vintage Thirty tagged me for a meme. Is it just a coincidence that meme is me-me? Cause that's what meme's are usually about -- me! Or you, if it's your blog.

So anyway, the theme of this meme (a rhyme!) is 7 Random Things about me. Well, I'm all about multitasking -- hey, I'm a mom. Show me a mom who isn't all about multitasking! -- so I'm going to combine this meme with another installment in my race towards completion of my "100 Things."

Here are the rules for the meme:
Link to the person who tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
Share 7 facts about yourself.
Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

You know what? For probably only the 2nd or 3rd time in my life, I'm going to break the rules. I'm not tagging anybody. Yeah, I'm being a real rebel. But, there's a rash of memes running around and I don't want anybody accusing me of giving them "the meme," so if you want to be tagged, you can hereby consider yourself tagged.

So here we go:

70. In the summer between 10th and 11th grade (also known as the summer of `89), I spent two weeks in Mure-cho, Japan in a sister city exchange program. I stayed with a family in which only one person spoke English, but it was an amazing experience and I had an opportunity to meet some really great people.

69. I love sushi. In fact, I had my very first sushi while in Japan -- made from a fish I caught! How awesome is that? The only thing I don't like about sushi is wasabi. I really hate it when they hide just a tiny bit of wasabi under your sashimi. Why do they want to go and do that to a girl? Oh, and I really don't like uni, which will forever be known in my mind as "pond scum." Blech.

68. In February of 2002, Mr. Daddy and I spent Mardi Gras in Mamou, Louisana. We drank a beer in Fred's Lounge and I danced with an octogenarian with 10 bras draped around his neck! (and yes, there are pictures!) Mardi Gras in Mamou is VERY different from Mardi Gras in New Orleans, but if you ever get a chance, you MUST go.

67. In December of 1990, right after my parents' divorce, my mom and I spent two weeks at Christmas in Bangkok, Thailand, with my brother, who lived there two years as a missionary. We traveled to Chiang Mai in the mountains and Hua Hin on the coast. Thailand is a beautiful country, but full of contradictions -- beautiful architecture on one corner, leprous amputees on the other.

66. I used to really hate my ears. They stick out a little and in 5th grade we had a picture made using a very dark background. My hair was dark too, and permed of course, and it kind of blended into the background. All you could see was my face an my ears. One of my meaner classmates called me "Dopey" and that was it. I would never, ever, ever wear my hair up or in a ponytail. I was in college before I developed the self confidence to get over myself!

65. I was born with long fingernails and when I was only hours old I scratched my face severely. I wish I could find the picture so you could see what a number I did on myself. In my baby book, my mom noted that I looked like I had been "born and bred in a briar patch." To this day I have a very small scar on my cheek.

64. Once when my brother and I were playing I fell and cut a gash in my eyebrow. In the emergency room the nurse almost shaved my eyebrow in preparation for stitches, but at the last minute the doctor came in and stopped her. He told her that sometimes eyebrows don't grow back. Whew! That was a close one!

63. I ran up and kissed a New York City Fireman who was marching in the Saint Patrick's Day Parade in Savannah, Georgia. This was Mr. Daddy-approved, by the way. It's tradition, in fact!

62. I couldn't whistle until I was in seventh grade. I used to have a very, very, large gap between my front teeth and I think that was the cause. In seventh grade I got braces and immediately learned to whistle.

61. When I was growing up I was always very shy about talking to my mom about stuff, so I would write her a note whenever I felt the need to talk to her about something. She would write me back. It was a good way to communicate, I think. Low pressure. For me AND her!

So there we go. 10 more things.

Ten More Things AND a Meme!

Lulu tagged me for a meme the other day. Thanks, girl! The Rules are:

-Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
-Share 7 facts about yourself.
-Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
-Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

I'm just going to state right up front that I'm going to cheat on this meme. Since I'm supposed to list 7 facts about myself, I'm just going to combine that with another 10 things in my trek towards "100 Things." Multi-tasking, if you will. If you really want to see blog multitasking at its finest, check out THIS link -- a haiku and a meme!

Also, I'm not going to tag seven people. I just did a meme and tagged several of you, and I just don't feel comfortable tagging anybody else right now. If you want to do this meme, please feel free to tag yourself. I'm probably breaking all kinds of bloggy rules, but hey, whaddaya gonna do?

So here we go. Ten more things.

80. I have a Bachelor's degree in English from the University where I am currently employed, but I had never actually used that degree until I got my current job.

79. When I was in school, I had about 3 or 4 different majors. They weren't all official, but I changed my mind many, many times. I was pre-med and pre-nursing for a while.

78. I almost went to grad school at the University of Vermont. I drove up from Georgia -- BY MYSELF -- and visited the school, met with professors, etc. The trip itself was awesome. But when I got to Vermont there was still snow on the ground in March. Me? I'm not so much a cold weather girl. I ended up staying in Georgia.

77. A friend and I once got embarrassingly, snortingly, hysterical at the English honor society induction ceremony when the Sigma Tau Delta advisor told us we could all qualify for an STD scholarship.

76. My great-grandfather fought in the Civil War. Weird, huh? He was 72 years old when my grandfather was born.

75. It causes me a little bit of anxiety when my kids take the paper off the crayons. I don't stop them from doing it but I really wish they wouldn't.

74. Same with mixing the play-doh colors.

73. I was only the second junior editor ever of my high school yearbook.

72. I took 4 AP classes my senior year. I only got credit for 2 of them -- English and Biology.

71. I used to be able to type about 90 wpm with about 95% accuracy. Now I'm down to about 60 wpm, but my accuracy is still pretty decent. I can type by touch without looking at the keyboard.

So there we go. Ten more things. I hope you guys are continuing to find this interesting.

Oh, and you have to check this link out. See, she used to be pretty. And I still love her. Thanks to All Adither for her comment or I never would have gone looking for her -- or even known where to start!

Twenty Down. Only Eighty More to Go!

Here's my latest installment of my 100 Things. But first I have to share this with you. Last night we were eating dinner. Bubba asked for more milk and then proceeded to tell us he needed to go potty. As he walked down the hall toward the bathroom he said "I expect to see milk on the table when I get back." Cheeky monkey! I couldn't even scold him because I was laughing too hard.

90. I’m kind of a music snob.

89. BUT. I like Pink. The singer. It’s kind of a secret shame of mine (not anymore!). I think I like the fact that she’s a kick-ass woman who has charted her own career course and seems not to care what others think of her. She’s no Britney, that’s for sure. In case you’re interested, this and this are my favorite Pink songs.

88. I love coffee. I’m an addict. I started drinking it right after college when I joined the work force but I got really hooked when Mr. Daddy managed a Starbucks. Back then we got a free pound a week. Sigh. I seriously think they put heroin in their coffee. I think somebody needs to look into it. Seriously.

87. I love Bob Dylan. My mom loves him more. I've seen him in concert three times and once took a day off work to get tickets for my family.

86. I hate 70s music. Back in those days my mom told us that the radio in our car was broken, but knowing what I know now about my mother (and what I’ve been tempted to do many a time myself) is that our radio was not, in fact, broken. I grew up listening to Bob Dylan (see #87), Simon and Garfunkel, and Cat Stevens.

85. I’m a packrat. I’ve gotten better over the years, but I still have boxes and boxes of stuff from high school. I saved all my prom dresses for my daughter, long before Punkin was even a twinkle in her daddy’s eye. I have a really hard time deciding which of Bubba and Punkin's "art" to keep and which to throw away. They're all keepers in my eye.

84. I wish I were a better letter writer. I think it’s a lost and dying art form. My roommate from Governor’s Honors was an awesome letter writer. Granted, it was pre-email, but her letters were great and I still have most of them 17 years later.

83. I’m becoming fond of the Oxford comma. MacKenzie, a co-worker, has converted me. It often DOES clear up ambiguity.

82. I had a tonsillectomy in the third grade. Several years later I went to the doctor for a sore throat and the doctor called my mom into his office. I thought I had throat cancer or something. Turns out my tonsils grew back. It happens sometimes, apparently

81. I generally like bugs. I know that’s kind of weird and there are some bugs that definitely don’t make the cut, but I’m not afraid to pick up a beetle. Or a cricket. Or even a worm – okay I know a worm is not a bug, but they definitely fall into the creepy/slimy bracket for some people.

And there we are. This is much harder than it looks, by the way!

100 Things - Counting by Tens

Well, I never thought it would happen, really, but I've written 100 posts. Some days it's hard to imagine that I've had the time or the energy to write even one, but somehow there are 100 -- or at least that's what Blogger tells me. I'll take his word for it.

I've never really filled out the "About Me" section that you find on most blogs. For one thing, I've read too many of yours and feel like anything I put down would pale in comparison. Also, to be frank, it seems impossible to sum myself up in just a couple of sentences. I am, if nothing else, complicated. And I'm full of contradictions. Just ask Mr. Daddy.

I've also been tempted to do the "100 Things" you see on a lot of blogs, but was a little overwhelmed by the task. So, I'm stealing a little bit from Diary of a Diapering Madwoman who did her "100 Things" in bits and pieces and Blowtorch in the Middle, who already had a "100 Things" but did 10 more in honor of her 100th post. Thanks for the inspiration, ladies!

So here goes. Please note that these are in no particular order, except the order that they popped into my head. And I"m going to start at 100 and go backwards. I don't know if there's a protocol to these things, but this is how it's going to go on this here blog.

100. I can never remember what the anti-drug acronym DARE stands for. Never. I always think it stands for Drugs Are Really Evil. It actually stands for Drug Abuse Resistance Education (I had to ask Mr. Daddy). I think mine is better.

99. I like Mariachi music.

98. And cowboy yodeling.

97. I'm an easy crier. Mr. Daddy still teases me about crying over a Mercedes commercial where the Mercedes is about to be crushed in a junkyard and it's "life" with this young family starts flashing before its eyes. Sniff.

96. I can pat my head with one hand and rub my stomach with the other. If I switch hands I can do the opposite task on the opposite body location.

95. I can quote most of the first chapter of Gone With the Wind from memory. Oops! I meant to say first PARAGRAPH, not the first chapter. Sorry!

94. I have an irrational fear of spiders.

93. I love french fries. Especially dipped in ranch dressing. They are my dietary downfall every time.

92. I have a tattoo. It's a comedy and tragedy mask, which occasionally seems kind of cheesy to me, but it does mean something to me and I've never regretted getting it. Nobody can see it unless I want to show it to them and since it's now located riiiight beneath my c-section scar, only my doctor and Mr. Daddy get to see it these days!

91. I won the county spelling bee in the fifth and seventh grade. On the certificate for my 5th grade win they spelled my name wrong.

That's it for now. I'll post these periodically until I have 100.