I like Erin O'Brien's For and Against so much that I'd like to just blatantly plagiarize it (customized to reflect me, of course) within only a couple of days of her last one. However, that battles with just a shred of "Limes, come on!" So instead, a meme picked up from another blog I follow. Close, even if no cigar! And passing on a meme is not plagiarizing.A - Age: Yes, I have one.
B - Book you love: The Camerons by Robert Crichton, a saga.
C - Cause(s) you embrace: Breast cancer research, cat protection societies, get-out-the-vote, any wilderness protection, supporting womens shelters, serving meals to the needy, mentoring programs.
D - Dogs' names: Nonexistent and I-Don't-Have-One.
E - Essential start your day item: Coffee bean grinder.(See left.)
F - Favorite color: I can't pick one. I'm strongly pulled by almost every color.
G - Gold or Silver or Platinum: I bet a woman made up this meme and this stems from an interest in jewelry, which doesn't particularly interest me. But I like warm tones, so I guess gold.
H - Height: Never got any. "Stand up, Limes!" "I am."
I - Instruments you play: Piano, poorly. Tambourine, drunkenly. Upon request: "California Dreamin' ".
J - Job title: Manager.
K - Kid(s): Just the one. I waited the longest, I got the best one!
L - Living arrangements: Owned and managed by Dylan and Virginia Woolf. I keep the roof over our heads, food in our bellies, and litter in their catbox. I've got the better end of the deal. It's been noted, often, that I am difficult.
M - Mom's name: Mom.
N - Nicknames: "The skirt with a badge", Sparky, Limes.O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Too many. I hope no more!
P - Place you love: Just about anywhere deep in the desert, preferably staying for a few days. Conversely, the green, green UK is my favorite place.
Q - Quote from a movie: "Nice marmot!" ~ The Big Lebowski.
R - Right handed or left handed: Right. On me, the left one has no reason to exist. It can't do anything.
S - Siblings: Sort of.
T - Time you wake up: 3:00 a.m.-ish. Every day of life.
U- Underwear: Unremarkable.
V - Vegetable you dislike: Peas. I wouldn't eat them as Gerber's baby food and I won't eat them now.W - Ways you run late: Refuse to do late. Can't do it.
X - X-rays you've had: Just like that "overnight in the hospital" deal, too many. No more, please!
Y - Yummy food you make: I don't make it, per se, but I prepare it. Sliced cucumbers, dashed with balsamic vinegar and freshly ground sea salt. Every morning of life at 10:00 a.m. "It must be 10:00. I smell her cucumbers."
Z - Zoo favorite: Not anything simian. And yes, you see me below, seated on the rump of a silverback gorilla.
In my ears right now: The abecedarian song, "A, B, C, D, E, F, G . . . . "
Something that charmed me: Friend Willy is a man who likes to learn new things. PhotoShop intrigued him, so he took a short class. He took the one picture of me and delivered it up in so many hilarious ways, I'll never be able to share them all.
Nice marmot you're sitting on!
ReplyDeleteAlas, I've sworn off marmot-sitting. Someone suggested to me that they are simian. I do not care for simians. Not even to sit upon.
ReplyDeleteLove this and thanks for the shout.
ReplyDeleteI am a short-o as well. That pic is hilarious!
Well, sure, girlfriend. You've been having quite the day! I defended your honor on your blog a little while ago, and the Badger rang in, too. I never imagined I'd have so much fun reading a "Manual".
ReplyDeleteAnd don't think I don't notice and appreciate that support. Poor hoosierboy. He sure is mad at me!
ReplyDeleteSomeone oughtta tell these tools that there's nothing quite as tough as a short chick with a tall attitude.
Rather than go on at length in the comment section, Erin, I'm working on a post that will take in some of what happened yesterday. A couple of themes that fascinate me are how people treat one another and how people communicate. And if yesterday's brouhaha doesn't feed that subject line, I don't know what does.
ReplyDeleteI believe you're right about the fellas, too. The Badger and I were e-mailing back and forth while all the action was going on and I'd commented to him, "these idiots seem to feel pretty frisky because they're messing with 'just a woman'! They don't know what's going to hit them."
Oh lordie!
ReplyDeleteGo over to Hoose's site today. He wrote a whole post trying to get me riled. Trouble is, I am not.
Hmmmmm. Wonder why some people get defensive and others don't ....
Let me get a really strong cup of joe in me and I'll go peek. That's really predictable, isn't it? That's precisely what he WOULD do.
ReplyDeleteIrony: the indefensible are defensive. Those who are right - excuse me, not right, but CORRECT finally say, "I've given this a lot of time and energy and now I'm just done." (AKA: "Tough shit. The post stands.") Those who are just blindly, moronically committed to the fight just blather on. One pictures bulging eyes, spittle flying, wobbling Adam's apple, and arms windmilling to grind out those typos of outrage.
His problem (along with so many like him) is that he's really wrong and really mad. When a person backs themselves into that corner, all they can do is swing their fists.
ReplyDeleteIn any event, I always appreciate your readership and lively comments. I'll try to get over here more often and return in kind!
Well said, Erin! I guess if one is angry, misguided and one's arse is feeling the pressure of the confluence of two walls . . . he just strikes out.
ReplyDeleteYou were dead-on in your comment to him - "thanks for driving readers to my blog." And he did SOME Wizard of Oz analogy!
Happy to have you on my bus any time, and I'll be visiting you often, as well.