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Showing posts with label tagged. Show all posts

Monday, April 7, 2008

TMI

What I love most about our home are the nooks and crannies that exist where you least expect them. When I saw this one - tucked back in a spare bathroom - I knew I had to live here.

The other day Lori at Weebles Wobblog extended an open invite to share your book collections with the world. Like Lori, most of my titles are merged in and intertwined with hubby's. But this little spot, this one right here, these are all mine.

My mom used to tease me that the bathroom of our house should have been named, "The Library." Yes, my penchant for reading while, well, you know, is legendary. Ask my family. Ask my college roommates. Ask anybody. I think this apartment was made for me.

What? You say that those shelves most likely were not made to hold literary works and paperbacks? Pshaw. You can stick your toiletries anywhere.

I took more photos, but they don't define me like this one does. So there you have it - more information than you ever asked for. Blame Lori.

And then share some photos of your own. I hereby tag all y'all.
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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Six Things (Tagged)

The Rules:

1) Link to the person who tagged you. (thanks, Stacyb for popping my MEME cherry!)
2) Post the rules.
3) Share six non-important things / habits / quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people.
5) Make sure the people you tagged KNOW you tagged them by commenting what you did.

Ok, here goes:

1.) I have always wanted to be in a sketch comedy troupe. In fact, I tried out for one in college and almost made the final cut. I still bear deep, deep grudges to those whom I believe voted for Eli* instead of me. (*Real name. H*ll yeah, I'm calling you out.)

2.) Every month, I anxiously await the arrival of my beloved Lucky, the Magazine about Shopping.

3.) I obsessively check my blogs, emails, MySpace, and Facebook throughout the day. As in, every chance I get.

4.) Like Daisy, when I was little, I used to pretend I was on a talk show. Only I was always the guest.

5.) I hate feet. My feet. Your feet. I almost started a riot when a few co-workers started wearing flip flops in the office last summer. Flip flops!! Get those toes out of here. Conversely, I love shoes.

6.) I have dreams of being a rock star, specifically, a bass guitarist. Never mind that I have never even held one, let alone played one. The subject of lessons and a purchase come up every now and again. Frankly, I think it's never too late to try, right?

I hereby tag wifethereof, drowned girl and Tracy.
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