So I'm popping through all my bloggy friends' blogs, wondering what the heck I'm going to write about today, hoping I don't have to just start with some random sentence, like "When his dog dug under the fence to run away with the neighbor's Shitzu, Jimmy hung his head and queried ..." You know it's a dull day when a post starts that way. And I arrive at Chez Mental P. She has tagged me with a meme! Woohoo!
So now I have something to occupy both my time and yours! I have to ask a loved one (there's the sticky part - finding someone I love in this mad house) to list three random things about me. So I called down my two boys, who are still in their PJs. I asked them to eat some breakfast and get dressed, for Pete's sake. Then fielded questions about friends coming for the day and getting the trim up on the one lone window out front. The never ending house project. It rained this morning and looks like more is coming, so that window ... well, never mind.
Both boys say, "You've already asked me this!" Oh grr. Between memes and this blog and being labeled the Mamarazzi (fear Mr. Rebel!), they've grown weary of me. So I'll ask again. *sigh*
Oatmeal Head is thinking. I can see the smoke curling from his ears. Then the question, "What do you mean by random?" Ugh. Here's his response: You're spontaneous. You have red hair. You blog about cows. So much you didn't already know about the Good Flea. Y'all, I don't honestly think there's anything you don't already know about me.
Now for the tag. Heh. No one's getting off this time. I want random facts, people. I like tagging people new-to-me, so first is Trisha, who I believe found me via Coffee Bean. I love her voice. :)
Second, there's Kareer Woman, who has completely freaked me out with her post about the Brown Recluse which tried to kill her. Ew!
Third, I tag Jules, who really needs to sell her house. Please, someone, buy her house? Or kick her potential buyer in the kneecaps till he gets his act together?
Fourth, Nipper, an old friend of mine. Alright, she's much younger than I. You know what I mean. Tell her hi for me, will ya?
Fifth, there's Indy, who's not talking about it. She's just sayin' ... You know.
I read y'all. I hear your thoughts. I know who you are. To some extent. I'm really interested in hearing what the people close to you say about you. Unless they're buttheads, like my so-called loved ones (I'm not the least bit cranky today. Why do you ask?).
Until I write again ...
P.S. For those of you who've been tagged, you must say "Phtphtbt!" in the comment in which you inform your next victims.
The last time I got tagged with the quirk meme, I asked Larry if he could think of any quirks about me and he was no help at all. I guess I have been successful in convincing him I am normal. Love the new paint color btw - lucious!
My friends wouldn't answer that one to my face. I could probably guess their polite answers. The honest ones, I don't wanna hear!
Oh man. This is my first time being tagged. I will work on it for tomorrow. Stop back to see. Now I am a little stressed worrying who I will tag. Yikes!
You have red hair? Good thing I know this now!
Those were some SHOCKING quirks. I had no idea! ;-)
I have to corral my son down for a minute and do mine or I guess I could ask my brother. Oh my...at least you received NICE random things from yours LOL!
Thank goodness you're not cranky!
Wow, red hair and cows. I must have missed that part. This has been very informative!
Well done Good Flea! This Mama is so proud of your Oatmeal Head. "Random," when said by the mother, always throws them for a loop. I love it!
Did the dog come back?
Never. Never have I come up with a starting line like that.
I don't dare ask my house three random facts about me. It wouldn't be so nice this week.
Snort. "So much you didn't already know about the Good Flea." That's kids for you!
I keep seeing all of these cool memes on your blog. I'm going to have to dig through and catalog them. I started a new blog to just catalog types of memes (heaven knows what possessed me), but have yet to make my first entry.
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