Moving -- again!
I've moved my blog over to Wordpress. The new address is:
See you there!
The rules: Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.
1) What was I doing ten years ago?
Ten years ago, I was busy busy busy… I was a 9th year senior at LSU, finishing up the second-to-last semester of my undergraduate studies. I was also an administrative assistant for a domestic violence program.
2) Five (non-work) things on my to-do list for today:
1. Work on my apartment (I moved about a month ago, and I’m still getting settled in)
2. Return phone calls to my dad and my sister
3. Knit while watching season finales I’ve taped on the VCR (poor man’s Tivo)
4. Answer some e-mail that’s piled up in my inbox
5. Answer some paper mail that’s piled up on my desk (and on my coffee table, and on my kitchen counter, and on the hall table...
3) Snacks I enjoy:
Chex Mix is one of my absolute favorites. I generally prefer crunchy, salty snacks to sweets, but a Caramel Coolatta from Dunkin Donuts would hit the spot right about now.
Pay off my student loans and credit cards. Give money to family, friends, and selected charities. Invest. Probably buy a house. Travel.
Mobile, Alabama. Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Hamden, Wallingford, and Middletown, Connecticut.
Bookstore clerk. Record store clerk, buyer, and slacker. Olive Garden hostess. Door-to-door political canvasser. Office manager. Administrative assistant, payroll goddess, and later grantwriter for a domestic violence program. Teacher of English as a second language. Waitress. Graduate assistant. SAT tutor. Blog moderator. Intern architect. I could go back through W-2s, but then I’d probably got depressed seeing how little money I’ve made.
I think everyone I know has been tagged already. If not, consider yourself tagged now.
A: How could it take you five minutes to cook your grits when it takes the entire grit-eating world 20 minutes?
B: Um... I'm a fast cook, I guess.
A: [across beside the jury] What? I'm sorry I was over there. Did you just say you were a fast cook? Are we to believe that boiling water soaks into a grit faster in your kitchen than any place on the face of the earth?
B: I don't know.
A: Perhaps the laws of physics cease to exist on your stove. Were these magic grits? Did you buy them from the same guy who sold Jack his beanstalk beans?
MY COUSIN VINNY (Nice going, Melanie M!)
I'd be the worst possible Godfather. I'd probably drop her on her head at her christening. I'd forget all her birthdays until she was 18. Then I'd take her out and get her drunk. And, let's face it, quite possibly try and shag her.
ABOUT A BOY (WifeMomKnitter)
A: Where are you giants from?
B: We're from New York.
C: All hail the New York Giants!
A: What was that ruckus?
B: Uh, what ruckus?
A: I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus.
C: Could you describe the ruckus, sir?
THE BREAKFAST CLUB (WifeMomKnitter)
A: It's part of a trilogy, a musical trilogy I'm working on in D minor which is the saddest of all keys, I find. People weep instantly when they hear it, and I don't know why.
B: It's very nice.
A: You know, just simple lines intertwining, you know, very much like - I'm really influenced by Mozart and Bach, and it's sort of in between those, really. It's like a Mach piece, really. It's sort of...
B: What do you call this?
A: Well, this piece is called "Lick My Love Pump".
THIS IS SPINAL TAP (also CostumeChick)
A: So what's this big news, then?
B: [excited] We've been given our parts in the nativity play. And I'm the lobster.
A: The lobster?
A: In the nativity play?
B: [beaming] Yeah, *first* lobster.
A: There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?
LOVE, ACTUALLY (WifeMomKnitter)
Oh, he's very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude.
FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF (CostumeChick is on a roll!)
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM (WifeMomKnitter)
A: What are these? [holds up a bag with 3 lemons]
B: You asked for lemons. What my baby wants my baby gets.
A: There are 3 lemons. I asked for 12. Baby wanted 12.
THE BREAKUP (KnelleyBelley)
A: Well hell, it ain't square one! Ain't nobody gonna pick up three filthy, unshaved hitch-hikers, and one of them a know-it-all that can't keep his trap shut.
B: Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don't intend to dignify with comment. But I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies of the goddamn field or... hell! Take at look at Delmar here as your paradigm of hope.
O BROTHER WHERE ART THOU? (CostumeChick rocks!)