ALF tagged me. And so, here are 7 things about me:
1-I hate forwarded emails, but I love blog tag. Go figure. I think it is because I am completely self-absorbed, and want people to want to know pointless crap about me.
2-I am the Queen of MySpace, when it comes to Southern Maryland nightlife photography. That is a mighty miniscule kingdom, I know, but every time I see my photos up on someone's MySpace page, I am thrilled. So much more fun than the photos I take for work. So far I have photos up with: ACME Blues Company, Riptide, Don Dirkin, Wave & Wolf's Blues Jams, and Baker's Boys. Kudos to Wave, because he credits me on his pages. Just another reason to love that man.
3-I love cilantro.
4-I have no sense of direction, and a lousy memory. So, I often get lost, even going places I have been a dozen times. I got a GPS for Christmas. This shall give me back thousands of hours of future driving time, enabling me to write the great American novel and cure cancer.
5-I was "Chris" until I met my husband. He decided that "Chris" was a man's name, and started calling me "Christine", like my parents do. We've been married nearly 20 years and "Christine" still seems pretentious. But "Chris" just sounds odd. If you call me Chris, we've known each other since at least 1985.
6-I rode a motorscooter (sidesaddle, no less)to the hospital to give birth to Son #1. I highly recommend it, as you can jump off and walk during contractions.
7-I make really good fried rice. This was harder for me to learn than I expected. I threw out a lot of bad fried rice, at first.
And in honor of ALF, I shall not tag anyone. But feel free to self-tag. Because if you read my blog, I absolutely want to know seven things about you. More than that, even.
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4 comments:
Girl....
I sure glad you raised your kids right. That kid'll learn from yours that ain't cool.
I haven't had to deal with my kid being called that...yet. Not sure how I'll react. Oldest is a bit on the clueless side so he would come home and ask what it meant.
Oh, I forgot...
Earlier this year while at Shoney's my mom got called a nigger by a woman the all you can eat grub bar. My 68 year old mom is not shy and told her "I'll show you a nigger up in here."
It didn't come to blows, but mom could've taken her...
I don't know that my kids would have known what it meant, either, before they went to high school. That is just...not the way we play, here. The racial tension is surprising, after years of living in Christine's House of We're All Pink on the Inside...
And I would just LOVE to see your mom take someone down. You always made her sound like a tough mom.
"Richmond Woman Brains Idiot At Local Buffet"
Wow, quite a Christmas you're having.
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