Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I'd Like to Thank the Academy
And I'd also love to thank There's Something In the Glass for bestowing this award upon me :) It is always a nice surprise when you randomly check your email and see you have been awarded (and a great way to put up a quick post cuz sometimes my brain just isn't crankin' out the funny and real first thing in the morning and I ALWAYS forget to post at night. I think it is the slacker in me that "forgets.")
The rules for the Honest Scrap award -The honorees are to: A) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep! B) pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.
The Honest Truth:
1.) I hate bridges. Really, I am deathly afraid of them. You know that feeling you get when you are on a roller coaster and you are racing down the giant hill/or loop where your stomach kinda jumps and your heart flutters a little? Well that is the feeling I get when going over a bridge; sometimes I even catch myself holding my breath until I am on solid ground again.(not a bridge)
2.) I love to shop but I hate to spend money. I will spend hours in a store carting around a ton of stuff I want all the while slowly talking myself out of it (in my head) and putting things back. When I check out I might have 1 thing for myself and a ton of stuff for everybody else.
3.) When I was young I used to want to be a lounge singer. The kind that wears a sparkly dress and sings old slow ballads. I would stand or sit on the back of my parents couch and sing into a wooden spoon :)
4.) I am OCD about keeping the spam folder of my email empty. I empty it every day multiple times a day. (In fact I just did.) Don't know why but I just can't stand to have a ton of junk filling it up.
5.) I STILL have a hard time telling my right from my left. When I was a kid I had a teeny tiny strawberry birthmark on my right hand. I could always tell my right from my left by looking for the hand with the birthmark. Over time it slowly faded away into nothingness BUT to this day when I am giving someone directions and I am telling them to turn right/or left I will make a fist with my right hand and look for the now invisible birthmark.
6.) I love having clean sheets. I love everything about them. The way they feel. The way they smell. EVERYTHING. Sometimes I catch myself when I wake up with a part of the sheets in my hand covering my nose. I guess that means I am smelling the sheets in my sleep.
7 & 8.) Speaking of sleep habits...I talk in my sleep too. I have ever since I was little and apparently I still do. My parents would tell me that I would bolt up in bed with my eyes wide open and holler or spew some nonsense at them...like "You Stole MY Swing!!!!" My dad would get a kick out of this and play along telling me "No Kally, I wouldn't do that." I would yell back "You're a Liar!!! I know you did!!!!"
I thought I grew out of this but recently the Mr informed me otherwise. -I always fall asleep with the TV on; can't fall asleep with it off. Sometimes when he turns it off, I wake up which is a pain in the butt for him because he can't sleep with it on. One night when he turned the TV off I shot up on my elbow thisclose to his face with my eyes buggin' out and frantically said "I Can't Sleep!" He knew I was out but didn't want to argue with a nutty sleep talker so he turned on the TV and told me to go back to sleep....so sweet of him. (That one was extra long so I am counting it as 2 truths.)
9.) I am on a desperate search for a ginger beer that I had one night at the E family's house. It was soooo tasty but alas I can't remember the name of it. I don't think they can remember it either because someone else brought it over to their house. This drives me CRAZY because I know it is out there waiting for me to buy it and bring it home to my frosty fridge.
10.) I can't eat chicken on the bone. It totally grosses me out. The whole mix of dark and white meat together with little veiny things running through it and gristle makes me feel like I would barf. Chicken must be of the boneless, skinless variety or I won't eat it PERIOD. The nastiest thing I ever watched on television was a report on eating habits in the US and they showed a close-up of some guy eating hot wings. Blech!!!! (It turns my stomach just typing that out.)
Part B. Pass it on (Not gonna list 7 (although I could name all of you cuz I lurve you all! Oh well I guess I am a rule breaker.)
If you don't want to play along just go ahead and grab the Award and tell everyone that Kally gave it to ya. I won't be mad if you do.