I was tagged in April for a seven random facts tag. Sorry, Chris. I'm right on it.
Seven Random Facts About Stacey:
1. I hate the word "pat" when used as an adjective. "Pat response," "pat of butter." UGH. "Pat" is not a unit of measurement. Drew says it's onomatopoeia. "The butter makes a 'pat' sound when it hits your baked potato." I think he's reaching.
2. I tried out for a talent show in 5th grade basically by dancing around randomly to That'll Be The Day by Buddy Holly And The Crickets. I didn't make it. Instead, I got stuffed in a bee costume to introduce one act, and then in an E.T. costume to introduce another.
3. At 27, I still sleep with a teddy bear. What? Lots of people have to sleep with their arms around something. My 20-year-old teddy bear just happens to be the right shape.
4. I am extremely inconsistent with birthdays, Mother's Days, Father's Days... One year, I'll get you an awesome present - the next year, I may or may not even call you. It's not that I forget, because I have a freakish memory, but I always slack off till the last minute with presents and cards and then just don't send them.
5. I hate massages, a fact that shocks - SHOCKS - everyone who finds out. They're just uncomfortable. I've had probably 10 or so, and dang, how many times do I have to tell you to go softer or not touch my feet???? I'd rather get something waxed or "-icured."
6. I first started drinking alcohol when I was 12. We always had Hot Damn cinnamon schnapps in the freezer, and I thought it tasted good in my apple juice. After my aunt died, I stopped drinking until I was 19, when my friend Andy made me a pina colada on Valentine's Day. I basically stopped again when I was 21, and didn't drink for nearly 2 years while I was trying to get pregnant, then pregnant, then breastfeeding.
7. The reason I waited so long to do this was that I swear, I can never think of anything interesting about myself. I'll think about something in the shower, and then forget it.
I'm not tagging anyone. That'd be hypocritical.
3 months ago
10 comments:
Number 1 is going to get you trouble with the language police. Wooo woooo! (How do you write a siren sound?) Ma'am, could you please step away from the blog? Do you know why I stopped you? hehe Pat as in pat of butter is a NOUN and it's actually in the dictionary. It's not a specific unit of measurement, just a lumpish sort of thing. Pat as in pat response is also in the dictionary. Pat doesn't just mean, well, pat. Look it up! That's your warning. Next time, I'll have to give you a ticket. The fine: rugelach!
As always, I will come to Melinda's defense:
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/pat
Whether or not it's in the dictionary, I still hate the word and think it's made up. Whatever it's etymological origins, it's stupid.
I know someone who hates the word "moist." Same thing. It's got an actual meaning - still a gross word.
Real word: pat (in multiple forms)
Made-up words: hunormous (meaning: slightly larger than ginormous, the crazy older brother of gigantic and enormous) haha
Other made-up words:
HIGH-larious (allowed only for high brow humor that cracks up nerds everywhere)
Flurk (how Melinda avoids cursing in professional circumstances; stolen from The Simpsons: "Holy flurking snit")
Lesberiffic (very wonderful and kinda gay)
Dyketastic (also wonderful and a whole lotta gay)
Crack flicks (the kind of outrageous B movies you watch with nerdy friends in Privateer Place; also known as those films that merit "The MST3K Treatment")
Vocab lesson over.
Okay, some words are icky, like vulva (ick!). The language police will give you a pass on this for now. Just don't go around knocking made-up words. Someone, hint hint, wants to be made immortal by getting a made-up word into the dictionary.
OMG, did I just confess publicly that I aspire to be in the dictionary!
The preceding post was a sham! Someone is imitating me online. Really. I'm not that much of a dork... sniffle.
If Rachel Ray can get in with EVOO, you should be a shoo-in.
P.S. - I love MST3K.
P.P.S. - Stacey, you need a waterproof computer so you can blog in the shower.
"I know someone who hates the word "moist." Same thing. It's got an actual meaning - still a gross word."
Touché.
Melinda, what about ginormous?
I am going to blog about everyone's made up words some day...when I have one of those disappearing great blogs and can't write. Which if often.
Think this was hard--try the 100 things meme--It took me weeks. I asked Andy for help, but lo and behold, all he could think of was that I like to take pictures. I mean, come ON!
PS) When I'm getting a massage, I do the same thing--add to that: thinking about squishy parts and cellulite and a stranger's hands--ew.
I hate massages, too. You're not alone.
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