Obligatory Onus

Because I’m a pushover, and because I love my Friends, and because work is slow for (only) the first hour I am here, I have decided to fulfill my obligation to repost this inane delightful little insight into my life!

1. Link to the person that tagged you.  Here’s lookin’ at you, Hautepocket.

2. Post the rules on your blog.  Is this the start to some sort of philosophical debate?  Isn’t the fact that you are reading this right now proof enough that I have posted the rules?  I am because I post?  No.  In the words of Deepak Chopra (from one of my favorite Microsoft commercials) “I am a human being.”

3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.  To follow.  Be patient.

4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to their blogs.  Can I even say no to this?  You are strict Internets.

5. Let each person know they were tagged by leaving a comment on their website.  I have to draw the line somewhere.  Otherwise you’ll walk all over me.  I’ve heard the stories…

6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.  Haute, didn’t you already discus this with Internet?!  Geez.  He really doesn’t listen!

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1.  I am a very lucky person.   Ginger said it in a post not too long ago, and at the time, I thought she was just being mean, but she was totally right.  Some examples:

• I have gotten every job I ever applied for.
• Because my family is military, we were stationed in Japan for a time.  There, I was fortunate enough to be thrust into a modeling career merely because I was a cute blonde girl in a sea of dark haired Asians.
• The money I made modeling was put into a mutual fund account by my brilliant parents, and left there for years upon years where it awaited my entry to college.  12 years later, I had enough money to pay for 4.5 years of state school, a lavish wedding, and money to spare for my first year of grad school.
• Small things that make my life easy happen to me all the time without my wishing or praying for them.

2. I LOVE shoes.  They are one of the few things wearable (hats and belts excluded) that fit me without tugs, gaps, puckers or alterations.  They are the way to my heart.  Here is my new birthday pair from my Uncle!  Grey suede and patent leather!  Yummy!

3.  I have a totally irrational fear of Komodo Dragons.  I think they are going to bite me, then chase me thru the jungle watching me slowly die, then eat me while I am still half alive, going into multi-organ failure, where I am digested for days!  It’s a real and terrible fear.  Friends got a pic of me and one at the zoo once, and you can see the fear in my eyes behind the smile.

4. I can crack my knuckles, knees, elbows, neck, shoulders, back, hips, ankles, toes and sternum.  Gross, right?

5.  I have every desire to follow in the steps of Alfred Kinsey and study sex.  The problem is, no one is going to let you watch and study them have sex unless you have a PhD, they are getting paid, and/or are drunk.  Any combo of the three should work I’m guessing.  Did you see Meet the Fockers?  Remember what Greg’s mom did?  Yeah, ideally, that’s gonna be me.

6.  Caffeine makes my heart want to explode.  I get jittery, bouncy, start talking fast, and can’t focus on anything to save my life.  I don’t drink coffee ever, or tea after noon, unless I want to dissolve into a pile of loose atoms, dissipate into thin air and never sleep again.

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So there you have it.  Some things about me.  Next, I choose Travel Tweet, Crys, Transferrence, Ideal Crap, Ms. Artichoke, and Knock Out Niki (because she seems like a cool chick).

Me and Hubby