Feb 08 2008
I Owe A Meme - the 6 Quirky
I owe, I owe, so here my dears, I go. I have been tagged me for the 6 Quirky Things Meme (I’m looking at you Carrie!) and although I’ve done it before, I’m more than happy to do it again. However, I’m a meme-rebel. You should know that beforehand.
Well, sort of. I should follow some of the rules:
- I have to link to the person who tagged me. (I did!)
- Post the rules on my blog (I did!!)
- Tag 6 random people (I may!)
- Let each of the 6 people know you tagged them by leaving them a comment (Well, see previous rule. We’ll see what happens, eh?)
- I have lots of scars from playing Over-30 Women’s Soccer for 8 years. Between October and April, I played indoors in an arena that looked like a hockey rink filled with AstroTurf. In the summer, I played the normal outdoor game. I played against some of the same women in the summer that I played with during the winter season. During one game, one of those women kicked my shin so hard that it shifted my shinguard and her cleat ended up implanted in my leg. I had to have x-rays to see if she chipped the bone. She didn’t. But the scar is shaped like a soccer cleat. (Bonus item: That indoor arena? Mr. Hot used to work there in the Spring and Fall - getting it ready for the season. That AstroTurf that I played on? When they replaced it with new, they gave a large piece of the old to Mr. Hot. It’s in my basement - in the spot where I work out. So, not only do I have scars from where I fell on it during the season and got “turf burn”, I now have the opportunity to trip on it regularly during step-aerobic DVDs. It’s the gift that keeps on hurting.)
- When I had the Mumps, I didn’t get them in the glands behind my ears. I got them in the glands under my chin. When I got up for school that morning, my mother stared at me in horror. I thought I’d grown a third eye or that all my hair had fallen out. She consulted her best friend who said that if it was the Mumps, I wouldn’t be able to eat pickles. (Something about the mumps supposedly made the sourness of the pickle juice impossible to handle.) I ate a jar of pickles. I guess that made Mom worry, because she took me to the doctor for a diagnosis. He confirmed that regardless of the ‘pickle test’, it was the Mumps. When my brother and sister came down with them 2 and 4 weeks later (respectively), they had more traditional versions.
- I can take tests. For some reason, I’ve been gifted with the ability to take standardized tests. (Shortman, who is taking his ACT tomorrow? Not so much. He got Mr. Hot’s test genes, apparently.) After I took my ACT, I got “recruited” by The Military Academy at West Point, Boston University, M.I.T. and Stanford. If I would have spent the bucks and the time to actually send them my application? They would have laughed their cream-of-the-crop asses off at my G.P.A. and my class rank. I have also been known to “outwit” personality assessments, which is why I don’t take them unless I absolutely, positively, can’t refuse.
- I would be a perpetual student if I was independently wealthy. I love sitting in a classroom. I love doing homework. (Mr. Hot is the same, and unfortunately, Shortman got NEITHER of our genes there.) I discovered my love of math when I had to take a 3-hour/day calculus class during a 6 week summer session at Marshall University. I would get a PhD in Mathematics if I could. (Time and money people - if one of you will bankroll me, I’ll do it.)
- I tried out for the David Hicks Elementary School boy’s basketball team when they opened up tryouts for all students. There wasn’t a girl’s team, and the school board decided that basketball was a non-contact sport so anyone could try out. I failed miserably - and was cut after the first day (funny, the same thing happened when I tried out for cheerleading). Terry Nelson (Theresa) made it though. And sat the bench the entire season. She was the first “token” I knew.
- I always wake up laying on my left side. I go to sleep laying on my right, and I wake up on my left. Every morning. I think it’s because I’m mostly deaf in my right ear, so to be able to sleep, I lay on the only ear I can hear out of, thereby rendering everything completely silent. I have also carried on phone conversations in the middle of the night while I’m asleep. And can’t remember having done so when I wake up. A few friends have related entire calls that I cannot remember because I spoke to them while I’m asleep. So, if you call me at 1 am? Do not expect me to remember that I’ve promised to take care of your cats while you’re out of town.
—- Now for the rebel piece. I’m not tagging anyone. But please, feel free. I tagged last time. However, if you let me know that you did this, I’ll read and make fun of you in a future post! —-
HOT LOVE
“The gift that keeps hurting”??! Isn’t that just love in general - get rid of the turf - kiss on Mr. Hot! Funny I sleep on my right side too and that is also the ear that I hear better out of!!
wbppsh7’s last blog post..Craziness
I remember the day I woke up with mumps. I was a four-year-old kid with naturally chipmunk-like cheeks anyway; so when I walked into the kitchen that morning and said, “My cheeks feel funny,” everyone took one look at me and cracked up.
And there is nothing I hate more than sitting in a classroom (though I do love math).
suburbancorrespondent’s last blog post..*Knit, Purl, Roll The Dice*
I have the weird glands thing. Look like I have a goitre. OR the Elephant Man.
Sucks big time whenever I have an infection of some sort.
I needs me some of that turf. just for show. Set it up in front of the TV and make it look like I have been working out. I even have some workout DVD’s. Should take the shrink wrap off them first…
Kelley’s last blog post..Rule 34 and Clinkers
I inherited the gift of holding conversations in my sleep from my mother. She actually gave out the phone number to my older sister, in her sleep, to a stalker-ish ex-boyfriend of said sister.
I was informed by one of my college roommates, boyfriends, that I said several things to him when he broke into, I mean, stopped by our apartment. (He came in through a window when I was the only one home, in the middle of the night, but yet he thought that was normal…)
I freaked out when I found him in our apartment the next morning (as I was the only one home), but he claimed that he told me I was there and I told him to go “sleep it off” in his girlfriend’s room.
RC’s last blog post..How did you spend your snow day?
My ex would constantly quiz me in my sleep to see what I’d say. I can have full blown conversations and I won’t remember a word - hell who knows WHAT I told him when I was sleeping… maybe that’s how he knew I was thinking of breaking up with him.
OK - it’s done Ms. Hot - because you know me - Meme wench I am (and my brain is fried today - fried I say FRIED!)…
Oh , sure! Now you’re gonna claim you were asleep when you agreed to send me all that money.
Cruel.
Just plain cruel.
witchypoo’s last blog post..Are They Kidding Us?
So, if you give me your phone number, I can call you and talk and you won’t remember it?
You are a strange woman. But I like it.
Veronica’s last blog post..One Thing On Top Of Another
I talk all kinds of nonsense in my sleep. I once asked someone if their father in law had angina. To this day, I don’t know why.
Solomon Broad’s last blog post..*2* Week Giveaway
I have a strange talent for standardized tests, too. Sometimes I’m like, “Seriously, of all the talents I could possibly have… I got THIS boring one?”
But then I figure I’ve avoided a lot of standardized test-induced angst in my life, and I guess that’s worth something!
Laurel’s last blog post..Giving The People What They Want
I lurve sitting in a classroom too. So much so that I thought I was gonna be a teacher. Then we ran out of money.
So when you find that person who is going to bankroll you into becoming a Math geek, put in a good word for me.
Candy’s last blog post..An Interview!