Well son of a bitch, I got tagged again. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie...my dear girl, this is not the way to start out a beautiful blogging relationship....SIGH! Nonetheless, since nobody cares about my movie reviews, or cows beating up bus drivers who urinated in the middle of the highway, (See what you miss people? You see? You should pay attention to me; hang on to my every word, but NO! Some of you actually think you have better things to do....seriously...what could possibly be better than what I write here? WHAT?), and failed to say anything, not even, "Like, this post totally sucks. Please stop doing this genre", (you quiet bastards), I will succumb ONE FINAL TIME to the world of memes. I will then quietly request that someone kill me before another blogger tags me again.
Without, (quite reluctantly), further ado:
5 Things I Miss About My Childhood
1) Being able to overlook the fact that you do not start a sentence with the number not written out. It really does bug me. Seriously. If the sentence begins with a number, you are supposed to spell it out, as in: "Five Things I Miss..." In my childhood I didn't know this and was blissfully ignorant.
2) Fantasizing about having my own place one day where I could have a fridge in my room and all the junk food in the world. I would eat and eat and eat my Oreos and milk and not have to hide them from anyone. Now I'm an adult and can't afford Oreos.
3) Actually believing that I could dig a hole to China. I tried. I believed!
4) Being perplexed by such philosophical questions as, "Mr Owl? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop?" I know the answer.
5) Thinking that every single bump in the night was a ghost coming to eat me. Then again, perhaps I do still think this. It's a toss up now, really. It's either a ghost or an intruder. Either way, I love to freak myself out.
After checking back to the offending tagger's site, I realize that this is now over. Well, alright, I'll give Eddie a pass this time considering it was a short one. You may live, Eddie. But remember, another blogger tried to tag me once. ONCE! Fear my wagging finger of threat! Fear it!
As for the rest of you, comment damnit!
Posted by S. Faolan Wolf at June 22, 2005 08:39 PMThat was a good meme. I was going to tag you but didn't know how you feel about such things ;-)
Posted by: Ruth at June 23, 2005 02:51 AMLOL, thanks Faolan! I hate memes too. I think you must be my long-lost twin, as I'm just as weird about the numbers rule (although I don't always follow it myself in non-professional settings). I also can't stand misspellings. Woe to the person who mixes up "there" and "their" in my presence.
Posted by: cousineddie at June 23, 2005 03:56 PMChildhood was so great. I miss being able to imagine. I remember everything was a pirate ship or fairy forest or something else magical. You can pretend at 6, at 30 they put you in a pretty white coat and a padded room!
Posted by: SailGirl at June 23, 2005 06:11 PMI miss the innocence and "the wonders" of childhood. It seemed like you have all the time in the world-time to lay on the ground, looking at clouds or stars wondering why they are there, what's beyond them and of course deaming of "someday."
Now in "middle age" with "someday" being here and now (or maybe it has already passed-YIKES!!!) it seems like time goes by ~so fast~ that I barely have time to get anything done.
I guess I still have "the wonders-"
I wonder if I'll get my butt out of bed tomorrow in time tomorrow for work.....LOL
PS-How many licks is it anyway? LOL
I'm totally with you on the grammar thing. Like Eddie, I get a bit flustered when I see flagrant mistakes.
But that hole to China thing... I still believe. I mean, it is possible right? Theoretically?
Posted by: JJ at June 23, 2005 10:31 PMI really liked Johnny Dangerously.
Posted by: Maine at June 24, 2005 12:47 PMRuth-I don't like them. I hope you remember this, young lady!
Eddie/JJ-Nice to see like minded people here when it comes to spelling errors. Also, JJ? Of course it's possible. Believe it.
SailGirl-Only if you tell people.
Debby-One of the reasons I never schedule myself for too much is because I want to have that free time to wonder and stare at the clouds or stars. I still do it and I think too many adults are missing out.
Maine-heehee! I wondered if anyone would get that reference. Now I will be grinning all day.
Posted by: S. Faolan Wolf at June 24, 2005 02:39 PMYou fargain ice-holes, I'll putcher bells in a sling!
Posted by: JJ at June 29, 2005 07:41 PMI remember myself and a neighbor kid digging a major hole in his back yard, but I don't remember if it was to China or for pirate treasure.
Posted by: triticale at June 30, 2005 07:11 AM