now you know...
so i was tagged. katie mcmurdy told me i am pink and tagged me. what does this mean? it's just a game of course. the rules? well, i have to post 5 weird/random facts about myself and then tag 5 more people at the end of my list. then i have to tell them they are tagged.
sooo...
1. i really hate mustard. i think i am also scared of mustard. it really freaks me out. i hate the smell and the little mustard farts when it doesn't quite come out of the bottle. i like ketchup a lot, even mayonaise is cool. mustard is just not cool at all. bright yellow mustard is the worst. mustard is just gross. please don't ever squirt it at me or put it in my bed or anything. i will cry.
2. many of you already make fun of me for this, but i say breakfRast. that's right, i add a "R" to the common, everday word breakfast. go ahead and make fun of me. i can dig it.
3. for my family 4 out of 5 consecutive thanksgiving dinners are spent at a restaurant. my mom really doesn't like to cook. my gram doesn't like to cook either so we eat out for thanksgiving until my dad and i beg to make thanksgiving dinner at home (just this year pleeeeeaaase?) and mom says yes as long as we cook it and clean up. my roommate has deemed this act unexcusable and just plain sad. she almost took me home for a real thanksgiving dinner last year. i guess i don't care so much as long as i am with my family. however, i do like turkey day - at home style.
4. my nose is shaped like a hershey kiss.
5. when i was little i was always terrified that my house was going to burn down in the middle of the night. i would have nightmares about that stupid fire safety RV (do you know what i mean? - you went inside this RV and talked about fire safety with a fireman and then at the end of the talk it would go into a fire simulation. smoke would billow in and it would get real hot and you had to crawl through the RV and get to a lower room and practice the safety stuff you talked about and eventually cawl out of the door or emergency exit and run to your parents.) but in my dream the inside of the RV was like my house and when the talk was over the simulation was a real fire and my house was burnt to the ground. I couldn't sleep after this dream so one night i made a escape bag full of my most favorite things i would need if the house was on fire. it had my childhood teddy bear, a ratty blanket, a recorder (the instrument kind), play jewelry my gram had given me, and my piggy bank that had a picture of washington d.c. on its side. i checked that this bag was at the foot of my bed religiously until 5th or 6th grade. weird.
ok...
most of my blog friends have been tagged, but i will tag - jessie towey, sarah smith, emily, emily, and alley.
sooo...
1. i really hate mustard. i think i am also scared of mustard. it really freaks me out. i hate the smell and the little mustard farts when it doesn't quite come out of the bottle. i like ketchup a lot, even mayonaise is cool. mustard is just not cool at all. bright yellow mustard is the worst. mustard is just gross. please don't ever squirt it at me or put it in my bed or anything. i will cry.
2. many of you already make fun of me for this, but i say breakfRast. that's right, i add a "R" to the common, everday word breakfast. go ahead and make fun of me. i can dig it.
3. for my family 4 out of 5 consecutive thanksgiving dinners are spent at a restaurant. my mom really doesn't like to cook. my gram doesn't like to cook either so we eat out for thanksgiving until my dad and i beg to make thanksgiving dinner at home (just this year pleeeeeaaase?) and mom says yes as long as we cook it and clean up. my roommate has deemed this act unexcusable and just plain sad. she almost took me home for a real thanksgiving dinner last year. i guess i don't care so much as long as i am with my family. however, i do like turkey day - at home style.
4. my nose is shaped like a hershey kiss.
5. when i was little i was always terrified that my house was going to burn down in the middle of the night. i would have nightmares about that stupid fire safety RV (do you know what i mean? - you went inside this RV and talked about fire safety with a fireman and then at the end of the talk it would go into a fire simulation. smoke would billow in and it would get real hot and you had to crawl through the RV and get to a lower room and practice the safety stuff you talked about and eventually cawl out of the door or emergency exit and run to your parents.) but in my dream the inside of the RV was like my house and when the talk was over the simulation was a real fire and my house was burnt to the ground. I couldn't sleep after this dream so one night i made a escape bag full of my most favorite things i would need if the house was on fire. it had my childhood teddy bear, a ratty blanket, a recorder (the instrument kind), play jewelry my gram had given me, and my piggy bank that had a picture of washington d.c. on its side. i checked that this bag was at the foot of my bed religiously until 5th or 6th grade. weird.
ok...
most of my blog friends have been tagged, but i will tag - jessie towey, sarah smith, emily, emily, and alley.