Over the last few months, and the last week in particular, I have been making the rounds of hundreds of blogs and commenting on them all. This takes time, effort and often the ability to dig deep into the recesses of my brain for some witty comment that hasn’t been used in awhile. Occasionally I will get an email reply to something I’ve said, or (and this is even better) that person will come visit my blog and leave a comment of their own. So far, I have no come across anyone mean spirited…..at least until last week. It was last week that I very innocently clicked on the link for a blog and ended up reading my name in someone’s entry. Me? Mentioned in someone else’s writing? Let me don my kilt and do my own little happy jig right now. Oh wait - they aren’t singing my praises, they’re targeting me.
What have I been targeted for? What has been inflicted on me in this horrible way? What is that I must do as a result?
Well, CanadaDad over at Average Life Spam has decided to tag me. Yes, I have been tagged again. And the thing I must do is horrible beyond belief. I am hereby forced (he’s twisting that rubber arm of mine) to drag out some of the skeletons in my closet and answer some incredibly personal questions. Please be advised that this will be traumatic for both you and me. You may want to visit your therapist after reading this and try and work out some of your own personal issues.
What makes this particular tagging so much worse than the last is that it is a fellow Canuck who did this! May I just say to you, CanadaDad - thank you for making me delve for the deep stuff.
And now, on with the show……………….
1) What is your favourite food?
- I think an easier question to answer would be something along the lines of “what foods do you dislike?”. No seriously. If you look at any of my weightloss posts you might be forgiven for thinking that I have been having a love affair with food. Fair enough assumption. Thing is, I’m pickier than a 5 year old hunting for the golden booger. I think most pasta dishes are relatively attractive, pizza (yes even shit-za) is fantabulous, and if you put a giant bowl of ice cream in front of me, I will eating every single drop of it even though it will make me incredibly ill later (damn lactose). On the other hand, if you put vegetables on my plate and they end up touching my meat, please start running because I will ram them down your throat when I catch you. The only exception to this is corn.
2) What is your favourite colour?
- I am going to channel the gay Teletubby here and say PURPLE all the way baby! Quite aside from its ability to cater brilliantly to my Queen Bitch complex with its regality, it’s just a freaking cool colour people. Pink is too girly and quite frankly scares the shit out of me. Do we women not go through enough crap with all our womanly “issues” without having to look like a giant ball of cotton candy?
3) Hair -
- While I do, thankfully, still have my hair…I am a little unsure as to what colour it should be anymore. For years I was very very blonde. Then I met Hotty Hubby and became friends with some slightly “edgier” girls and decided that my hair should be a different colour. Or even better, I could run the gamut of the colour spectrum and just experiment. After all, with skin tone like mine, when my hair is blonde I look rather like a tomato with mold on top. Attractive. This is of course just personal view, and Hotty Hubby (bless his heart) disagrees, but what does he know. My hair has been blonde, purple/black, red, brown, red & purple streaks through blonde, pink and blue. Oh, and orange. Lovely no? Trust me - while I think it looks better any colour but blonde, I’m not naive enough to think I can pull off the “rainbow head” look.
4) Recent DVD watched -
- “Atonement”. Um. Yeah. I cannot even begin to tell you how much this sucked. Mostly I can’t begin to tell you because I only made it half way through before I passed out cold from sheer boredom. Kiera Knightley might have been half decent in the Pirates movies, but even the skinny, square jawed boyish looking KK couldn’t save this movie. Awful.
5) Guilty Pleasure TV Show -
- I’m a little terrified to answer this one but here goes. “A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila”. Take one tiny little, good looking Latina (??) girl and throw her into a twisted version of “The Bachelor”. 12 girls AND 12 guys compete for a shot at love with her. That’s right folks. I guess the censors wouldn’t let them name it “Nymphomaniac Lesbian Bachelorette”.
6) If I was a tree, what kind of tree would I be?
- Is this where I’m meant to say I’d be the mighty oak tree because it’s strong, or the willow because I could hide behind my boughs? Screw that. I want to be a bonsai tree. That way, when I grow too fat, I can be cut back to thin again. Sweet deal!
Ok. I have fulfilled my duties and hopefully these little skeletons of mine won’t haunt you for long. As with the last tagging and subsequent “meme”, I am under a moral obligation to tag one of my lovely blogger friends in return. As a certain few people (you know who you are dang you) have not fulfilled the last meme-ing, I shall pick just one new person.
I pick…um…hm…. Haha. I pick K over at the Mini Van Soap Box
And with that, I bid you Good Day.
