Tag, I’m It
Melissa, who tagged me for this, lives and blogs (smartly!) in Bend, Oregon, which is a near-mythical place in my family, because my mother-in-law was born there, and once when Rick and I were there and I was in my collecting ash trays phase, I found a Mt. Bachelor ash tray with a hand-painted image on it that totally looked like Dick Nixon and Bebe Rebozo. You young folk might have to google that.
Ten things I’ve done that you probably haven’t:
- At the tender age of three, had measles and chicken pox at the very same time, thus embarking on my Life of Danger.
- Ate lunch with the mountain gorillas in Zaire. They had better table manners than your average teenager, although, strictly speaking, there was no table, just bamboo and mud.
- Took third place in the toy parade competition in third grade for my doll Elizabeth who wore a blue dotted Swiss dress to match my own.
- Rode shotgun on a 4-seater airplane circling Denali, the highest point in North America.
- Ate a bologna sandwich on white bread at the southernmost point of the U.S., Ka Lae, Hawaii.
- Rode a rickety bus to the northernmost point of the U.S. in Barrow, Alaska (are you sensing an obsession? It’s Rick’s, and I just go along for the rides).
- Saw Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, and Elvis live in concert (not at the same time).
- Won an “I danced with Ellen” t-shirt for my awesome(ly bad) dancing at the Ellen DeGeneres show.
- Told an “iffy” joke to a United States Supreme Court Justice and received a tiny, tight smile in return. Later, became BFF with same, after reliving respective girlhood days in The Wild West.
- Eight years old, ate 14 just-picked peaches in one sitting, and if they tasted that good, would do it again right now.
Thanks for today’s blog, Melissa! How about the rest of youse guys answering this?
I may be sporadically blogging the next 10 days or so, because we will be travelling. Neighbors on all sides are vying for chicken-sitting duties, but Margarita (Not Her Real Name) will be doing it, since she is the chickens’ Auntie. Some of them may even lay their first eggs for her, but I will be taking names and punishing any who do.
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Well, you and my Joe would make the PERFECT couple and it sounds like Rick and my Joe would also make the perfect couple. Excitement. Traveling. Eating bologna. Damn. I don’t fit in ANYWHERE!
Ah, the good ole days, when a child could contract childhood illnesses without the CDC getting involved. It brings a tear to my eye.
Wow! My life now seems so boring and insignificant after reading all of that. So you really danced on Ellen and got a shirt huh?
how EXCITING! You definitely have a few stories to tell
OK so what the hell am I supposed to do for ten days while you are out playing National Geographic explorer?
All I can say is: You have lived a great life! I think you can hang with your chickens and smile…but you are probably off to get photographed with more celebrities!
I should point out that you can see Kathi’s red fingernails–though blurry–in the gorilla picture. She’s holding her video camera.
You are so cool. Can we hang out?
I think I’m most impressed with seeing three dead rock stars. Though if I were a performer, I think I’d ban you from my shows – bad juju.
Yes, it’s true. I have been banned from concerts. More for fighting with the patrons than killing the stars, though.
I am on Leg One of the trip. This is the Hell leg. Hoping Leg Two will be an improvement.
Yes, I really did get a shirt for dancing with Ellen. But my dancing was so pitiful that I wasn’t invited up to the stage to show off. I was more comic relief for the audience, I think. Plus, I might have begged.
Dana, go to your room and think about what you have done.
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