Wordless Wednesday

Blog Peeps

Morgen posted on Friday about his blog friendships. I'm not going to get all mushy or anything, but I did want to give a few shout outs. If nothing else, I thought I'd give their blogs a plug. Check them out if you get the chance.

Andria was my first blog friend, and I don't even know how she stumbled across my blog. But she did. She was the first "stranger" to leave a comment ("that does suck about your thumb"), and... the rest is blog history I guess. Her blog is where I discovered Thursday Thirteen. She's funny, she's a smartass, she's got little boys that are cutie patooties... If ever I do have a baby, I will count on her for much guidance and comic relief.

I don't remember how I discovered Sarah's blog, but I do remember that I really liked it and I commented a lot right away, and I was afraid she was going to think I was a crazy blog stalker. She might have. She might still, I guess. She's a writer, and I really like to read her posts... about waiting tables, her cat Jolee, her sci-fi addiction, and post-Katrina life in New Orleans. Among other things.

Morgen. Ah, Morgen. It's Morgen's fault if I get fired for blogging memes instead of working. Of course, if he didn't tag me my feelings would be hurt. ;) Morgen and I became instant blog friends and future in-laws upon his cat Daphne's falling madly in love with Merlin. He was then sucked into the cat blogosphere and now we're both addicted with no hope of recovery. On his own blog, he's always smart and funny, and has interesting things going on (I highly recommend one frequently featured topic in particular). Morgen and I need to trade cities for a while, cause he thinks snow is evil. I bet he doesn't even eat snow cream.

Neila I found through Morgan. I decided she was my new best friend when she had a Thursday Thirteen revealing her need (one I share) for hospital corners in bed making. She apparently also has a baby toe like mine, and enough OCD tendencies to make me think we were separated at birth. She has a lot of hilarious stay-at-home-mom stories.

Mya Pinyan is not really my blog friend. She's my real life sister, and she's just getting started with the blogging thing. She is the funniest person I know and she's mother to the world's cutest child (I'm not biased, it's just the truth). I tagged her with the Weird Meme, and she had trouble coming up with nine things, but her baby toes are just like mine, and the nails on her index fingers curl (so do mine) so there's two she could have included. ;)

So. Thanks y'all, for reading, commenting, and posting. You make my days a lot more enjoyable, and I appreciate it!

Monday Miscellany

Why do student sections chant "Over-Rated" when they're beating a ranked team? Isn't that like saying "You can't be that good if we can beat you, cause we suck!" Doesn't seem like something to be proud of, is all.

As I was watching Texas and Nebraska play in the snow I realized: I've never been to a football game in the snow. I've been very hot, very cold, or very wet, but never with snow. I wanna live where it snows! Just for a little while.

I got nothin' about the Tigers. There's nothing to say, really.

I'm tired of the Colts. I really like Petyon Manning's commercials (especially the one where he asks the grocery guy to sign the melon) but, seriously. They bore me. They need to lose or something. Manning takes a hit that made me cringe, looked like it should break his neck and his arm and he just... comes back into the game? What? They need some drama in Indianapolis.

My current favorite football names: Houshmandzadeh, Polamalu, and Taz Knockum.

Weird Meme

So I've been tagged by Morgen at It's a Blog Eat Blog World with this "weird" meme. The idea is that you write 9 weird things about yourself, then tag 9 people.

So... Lemme think. What's weird about me? This is hard cause I already told y'all so much weirdness in my 100 Things.

1. Morgen had this one, but I totally do it to. I love to smell my cat! I can't help it! I'll pretend I'm kissing him sometimes so I can smell him. Cause kissing my cat is less weird than smelling him? I guess?
2. I do the same trick on Mr. Incredible. I love love LOVE to smell him, and he thinks it's weird for me to be sniffing at him all the time. So I hug or kiss him and try to take deep long sniffs instead short noisy ones. He smells good. ;)
   
3. I cry at everything. On TV. I cry at Grey's Anatomy, like, every week. I cry at the Home Depot commercial where the Dad puts the basketball hoop up in the backyard, and then when the kid grows up, he's cutting down the nets at the Final Four, and the Dad is there, and it's.. just... too much... *sniff sniff*
4. Well, speaking of the cat... There is the whole blog I have for him. And the clothes I got for him to wear. And the stroller that should arrive on Monday. And that way that every morning before I leave for work I wish I could stay home with him instead. How am I ever going to leave a human baby to go to the office?
   
5. When I eat a large pickle, I suck all the insides out and then eat the hollow skin. I've done that since I was a kid, I have no idea why. When I eat a slice of American cheese, first I fold it in half, then again, then again, then again. THEN I can eat it. When I eat a peach, I like to save the skin for last.
   
6. My baby toe is like half the size it should be, and the nail grows straight up (perpendicular to the floor). It's hereditary, apparently, and if there's a name for it I don't know what it is. Here's a picture.
7. For a week now, I've been wearing an orthotic mouthpiece. I wear all the time when I'm awake, it's supposed to keep me from clenching my jaw (I have a different one to wear at night). It may do that, but it also makes me sound like a seventh grader with a retainer. I'm sportin' a nice lisp now.
8. I often have to pop my knee back into place. It's not like all crazy dangling around dislocated, but it feels weird and hurts to walk on it if I don't. I pull on my foot with one hand and push down on my thigh with my other hand, and "pop."
   
9. I can also pop my back all the way up by grasping my hands behind my back, straightening my arms, and pushing my shoulders down. If it doesn't work I bend forward at the waist and lift my hands toward the ceiling, and that does the trick. I learned that from a yoga video. It feels really good.

Tag! You're it: Sarah, Mya Pinyan, Andria, Ali, Lois, Singwithme123, Carmen, Michelle, and Southern Girl.