25 Things Deemed Double Rainbow Worthy In 25 Minutes

1. Listening to my husband read our 5yo the Harry Potter series. They are on the third book and she is completely fascinated. I worried she wouldn't be able to follow along but boy was I wrong.
2. Seeing the lightbulb go off when helping someone understand techie/geeky things.
3. Making new friends who just go *click*.
4. Biting the top off of a Cadbury cream egg, removing the contents with my tongue, then devouring the shell without one sticky drop on my hand or chin. I has talents and I knows how to use thems.
5. When my 5yo willingly shares a story about her day. Doesn't matter what it's about, it excites me that she wants to share it with me.

the face of friday

I'll admit I had to switch locations to do this meme, which kinda violates the rules (I think) but in all seriousness, I tried taking the photo where I was but it was too dark and none of the lights I tried to use helped the situation.  We sorely lack in the lighting department in this apartment, so every shot looked like a still from one of those really bad, so bad that it's kinda good B movies from the seventies and it's a night scene and you can't see dick squat because the quality of the film stinks and you're asking yourself in your head "are they making out or stabbing each other?" and then you figure out there is only one person in the scene. How's that for a run-on description and yes, the lighting was that bad.

So I switched to my room, which is better because frankly that means I can hide from the family have a moment alone to look for my sanity.  And then I took the photo.  And even though I'm wearing no make-up, while having a polar-fleece Mrs. Roper moment - mostly because those two details usually happen simultaneously - I figured why the heck not publish a picture of myself on a Friday night, doing what all hot chicks do on a Friday night.  Hell, I've already admitted to channelling the divine Helen and anyhow, Kat tagged me for a meme.

And well, that's the meme or so Kat tells me over at Sassy Irish Lassy.  To recap, these are the meme rules:

1) Take a picture of yourself right NOW!.
2) DON'T change your clothes, DON'T fix your hair... Just take a picture.
3) Post that picture with NO editing.
4) Post these instruction with your picture.
5)Tag 10 people to do this..

Oh and rule number five? Crap on a stick, I'm not exactly sure who to tag and is comfortable with showing their face - any volunteers?  Seriously, that is the best cop out excuse I could think of at this time.  I'm kind of distracted by the seventy million tons of snow piling up on my window sill and the fact that I'm relieved we still have the cats because if I don't get to the grocery store soon...

Anyhow, tell me if you do the meme so I can link you up.

BTW - tonight is the last night to get yer name in (if you are in Canada) for the draw for a twenty-five dollar gift certificate to iTunes Canada, eh.

isn't seven a lucky number?

About four hundred and fifty-six years ago, FandPinLV over at (you guessed it) Fear and Parenting in Las Vegas tagged me for that popular "seven interesting things about me" meme.  She's a fellow city editor over at Savvy Source and she gets to cover a city that I'm pretty sure is warmer than mine right now and she probably doesn't get involved in even half the snowsuit wrangling that I have to deal with daily.  Yet I still like her and I'm pretty sure we were separated at birth  based on the fact that I could have written her seven things list about myself.

Anyhow - the meme.  She gave it a random / weird twist, meaning it's now "seven random or weird things about me" and that's fine by me.  She also said something about tagging other folks but I usually gloss over that part.

So here it goes, seven random or possibly weird things about me:

ONE
I get a kick out of having my fortune told even though I never really have gone out of my way to have it done.  It's more like, if the opportunity presents itself, I take it - I figure it's a "sign".  But sometimes psychics say things that make me chuckle with confidence that "that ain't gonna happen" and then something happens and I'm all like, HOLY CRAP.  Then I sooth myself with statistics.

But sometimes stats can't calm me down.  Like that time I went to a card reader with a group of friends and within minutes she was all over me, demanding what man I knew who would be surrounded by cars, lots and lots of expensive cars, and I was like "back off lady - you're the psychic and I don't know any guy surrounded by expensive cars or even Yugos for that matter".  Plus she needed to back off because was wearing waaaaay too much patchouli oil and the mirrored Wayne Gretzky clock behind her head was confusing me, plus she had crocheted - which I keep spelling crotched - doilies all over everything - even quite possibly a cat or small animal because I swear the doily in the corner was moving... or pulsating - so yes, I told her to "back off".

THEN the very next day I ran into an old university friend who I hadn't seen since school ended, and right after inviting me to the cottage for the weekend and I having me accept, he proceeded to tell me that he just established his business of selling high-end luxury car parts and worked out of Bermuda.  For the record: he was a psych major at school.  Then he handed me his business card that featured him standing among a fleet of luxury cars.  Yup, that freaked me out just a wee bit.

And don't worry, I'll keep the next six items on the list, mercifully short

TWO
I like peanut butter and bacon sandwiches.  I have no idea why or even how I started eating them but it started when I was a teen and I love them to this day.

THREE
I also love pickle and cheese sandwiches.  When I finally made it to England and walked into a lunch spot, I felt like I finally found a place where people really understood me.  Except I couldn't understand most some of them.  Hey, remember European Vacation when Clark Griswold was so proud of his multi-language translator doohickey and he tried using it on the Brits?  I thought of that scene many times in the UK but thankfully, the word pickles is easy to mime.

FOUR
When I was a young girl, I preferred silver to gold.  Now that I'm supposedly grown up, I prefer platinum to gold. That's what I call progress.

FIVE
I'm actually really sad that I finished watching The Wire last night.  We watched the entire series over the past few months, and as we hit the final season, we tried to space them out as much as possible.  But last night we reached the end, and I'm always sad when a phenomenal television series is over.  See also: Arrested Development, The Sopranos, Square Pegs

SIX
I get really agitated when the toilet paper is hung incorrectly.  Really agitated.  Then I feel silly.  And despite feeling silly, I still fix the roll because it is hung wrong and it agitates me.  This fact is both random and weird.

SEVEN
Planning my child's educational future is freaking me out.  That's all I have to say about that.  This fact would be something random about me, because I sure as hell doubt that it's weird.

And that concludes "more about motherbumper than you ever wanted to know" and if you want to play along, please leave me a comment and I'll link you up here.  TAG - you're it.

route 66

Kyla said "tag, you're it" so I'm running with it.  Here's the deal:

• Go to your Sixth Picture Folder then pick your Sixth Picture.
• Pray that you remember the details.
• Tag 5 others.

Now my photos are set up not so much as in folders, as they are in something fun I like to call chaos. So instead, I selected the sixth event in my iPhoto collection that is in a woeful mess.  Same same but different, ya here?

When I found photos six of event six it turns out this photo is part of a sequence taken maybe five years ago - the dates are screwed up in the early events on my laptop which drives me bonkers.

Anyhow, I do believe my then boyfriend, now husband captured this particular moment in order to use as proof of my insanity in a court of law.  Not that I'm legally recognized as insane.

Before the unrecognised, not even realized gap in our lives was filled with Gigi, before marriage and hard core commitment, oh hell, before the disappearance of peace, being selfish, and laziness, we had a couple of kids known as the cats.

Sure, they still live with us, and they are still family.  And yes, one of them may possibly be trying to drive me insane, but what child hasn't tried to send a parent to the looney bin?  Hand down in the back, Goody Two Shoes.  But back in our betrothed days, they were our kids without us realizing it.  These days I feel bad for those cats; old age mixed with a human little sister just hasn't panned out as planned.  At least I assume they had a plan and this wasn't it.  I'm just grateful all my kids tolerate each other.  Gigi's relationship borders on love, but the cats definitely just tolerate.  OMG, I'm getting so off track...

ANYWAY, I have always loved a deep warm bubble bath to end the day and almost every time I ran my bath in the "world's ugliest bathroom that I still use daily", Emmett would come running in to watch the water flow from the tap.  Then after my serenity had been drawn, he would either sit on the edge of the tub or up on the counter and tolerate my company with a smile.  OMG, AND he totally used to dip his tail in the water sometimes and which would FREAK ME OUT.

It would freak me out because not only is that insanely cute, it's also akin to him sticking his nasty dirty parts in my bubble bath.  But like I said, it was also insanely cute so I'd let him do it.  He loved to do the dip and I thought these tail dips were his attempts at solidifying our relationship.

These days when he does it, I wonder if he is just measuring up my reflex reactions to say, a plugged in appliance being pushed into the water.

So yes, Emmett and I share a love of the bubble baths.  I think the most mindnumbingly adorable things he did around bath time was to come running and then stand like a small child at the ledge.  Which brings us to photos six of folder six:

Who's in denial that this was my furry child? I can't deny how guilty I look.

Yes... so now I'm responsible for tagging five folks so I'll pick NaBloPoMo'rs to give them a night off from trying to think of a post topic.  You're welcome.

Jezer
daysgoby
Cynical Dad
cool zebras
YOU (seriously, tell me if you are doing it)

I'm apologizing in advance if you have already done this meme, I'm so far behind in my reading I hyperventilate when I open my reader.  Seriously, I do.

She Bangs?

I woke up in a foul state this morning.

And I'm not referring to my physical state and need for bathing but state of mind. Not good. So it pleases me I have something pleasant, or at least less confusing to post about. I like to post, I like to pout, I like to prattle on and on and on.

Anyhow, much to my relief and in some kind of twisted "hot or not" way, a meme has been born and unleashed it's fury upon the bloggysphereical thingy we call "read what I'm thinkin', yo" aka the interwebz. And I've been invited to play

You see, hottie mchotterson over at mothergoosemouse accidentally discovered that she had been deemed one of May’s Blog Babes over at a site called - wait for it - oh yes, the totally PC to the P and the C: Bangable Blog Babes.

OK, let's skip over the piece o' meat aspect of it all because uh.... you'd be right, but come on now - does it really hurt to be deemed bangable if you are a mom with a full dance card? OK, whatever, it's a total MILF thing - but still a meme was born, I was invited and I said "hell ya'".

Don't worry, the meme doesn't involve listing the most bangable blog babes. That would take too long considering I've met more than a few to make up a top five list (or for that matter, top fifty).

The drop dead gorgeous mothergoosemouse has invited folks to remember those days when we were at our most bangable (assuming it's not now because maybe it is, you hottie).

While this word bangable implies banged, in reality bangability usually meant the opposite to me. Bangability for me, translates to getting to the front of lines, never paying for drinks, free stuff, and fun stuff. Oh and honey, the air of mystery around "am I gonna get banged" makes for much more fun than the actual bang (there are exceptions to every rule).

Bang, Bang, Bang. Woah - how many times can I use the word bang in a sentence before invoking an email from my Dad calling me a shithead (just because Dooce's mom did it, doesn't give you permission there Gran'Bumper). Oh who am I fooling, he closed the browser at the first bang.

Anyhow - did I ever mention I worked with a guy named Bang? And we worked on a project together where in the client's cube farm I ended up sitting between Bang and a girl named Dimple. No sh*t.

Moving away from my tangent and back to meme:

My most bangable time was in my early 30s. I lost all the extra poundage of my 20s, my body was better than my teen years, I had money to burn, travel in my blood and I had a blast.

Seriously a blast. I was super confident, no longer stupid enough to fall for lines, saw through bullshit at 50 paces, and thinking outside the box made for awesome times without anyone doing a walk of shame.

I am cougar, hear me roar was my anthem. And roar I did.

Now it's more like I am MILF, hear me snore but whatever - that chicky up there in that photo has had a blast and still considers herself bangable - even with a muffin top.

Who to tag, who to tag?

Hmmmmm how about: the totally salacious nomotherearth and the completely erotic assertagirl.

Both completely bangable in my opinion (does that count for anything?). If you decide to play along (and please do) leave me a comment so I can come over and bask in your bangability (and as mothergoosemouse said - extra points for pics but not completely necessary).

I'm about to annoy you....

... if I haven't already.

I asked for a tag, and Grumppopotamus walloped me on the back of the head. We have all seen this one a bazillion times and methinks I've probably already done it but hot damn a meme is welcome almost any time. Here are the "rules":

Rules:

1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and or weird things about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

So here it goes:

1. I cannot stand the feeling of fabric against freshly cut fingernails (pre-emery board) - the snaggy sensation almost makes me faint.
2. Any time I go for a mani/pedicure my intention is to get something neutral or girly but when they bring over the ultra-feminine box-of-crayon rack of nail polish over for selection, I will always pick black or something close to it. It's an act of rebellion against pink and all things neutral - can't help it (and sweet juju, I'm almost 40 so any hope of maturity is long gone). Last time it was Midnight in Moscow - OPI's Russian line. Damn, I should have gotten Suzi Says DA!
   
3. I dream about wonderful meals of days past. During first year university the father of an acquaintance, in an effort to show off for his daughters friends, treated us all to one of the finer restaurants in the city. Her dad was a total ass and showboat of a man but she was nice. But back to the meal - I had this dish that included medallions of chicken in a marinara sauce that rocked my world. Nothing has come close since. Oh and in Thailand I had this dish at almost every canteen we hit for lunch - called No Name Chicken. Red, spicy, perfect morsels of chicken rolled in sesame seeds and a sauce I could never identify. Each time my friend and I tried to get the recipe out of staff, they would laugh at us and bring us more. OMG I want some right now.
4. I used to - and still do to an extent - collect hats. Most of my collection is buried in my parent's basement but some of my favourites are here with me. One of my all time precious millinery works of art is my maternal grandmother's seal pup hat. Yes - you read that right - it's made of baby seal. Now don't go all PETA on my ass. This hat is older than you and all your friends put together, and while I don't like the clubbing of seals, there is another side to that story. Maybe I'll do in another post - one where I crave some hate comments & mail.
5. I have a slightly OCD thing about Bumper's toys. I count her Potato Head pieces each day and make sure all is accounted for - I arrange her puzzles just so - toys are sorted and put in proper places almost every night before bed time. Even the kid knows her mom is weird. Thankfully, I got over the crayon arranging and just gave her a box to keep them in. Those were making me hyperventilate.
6. I love squirrels. Like I really love squirrels. Really love squirrels. I could watch them all day.
7. sh*t, you're still reading? Damn... one more thing... umm.... I own dozens of black t-shirts and hate them all. Replacing my favourite very thread-bare one has been a two year process with no end in sight... anyone else like that? I used to be that way with my jeans but found a pair this summer that I will wear until they disintegrate. I kid you not.

And there you have it seven boring things about me. Whoops, I mean seven random things about me.

So now I have some tagging to do. You know what - I never like this part - maybe that should be on my list. Hmmmm... who do I want to learn more intimate, crap stuff random shit interesting, and titillating things about?

1. Mac & Cheese
2. Jessica from daysgoby

Two, seven, whatever.... I never said anywhere I could count.

lookin' good Mr. Squirrel

Crush Me(me)

In elementary school, one of the few forms of self-expression was through locker posters.

The nuns didn't exercise any control over locker contents (unless it was offensive, illegal, or smelly... and most times smelly was ignored). We wore identical uniforms and pretty much had identical school supply kits so our juvenile crushes helped define us in an "under twelve" kind of way.

Teen Beat and Tiger Beat were bibles of sorts. We believed and gobbled up every article and every last photo. For those who had parents who forbade such rag publications, the ones who had forbidden materials also had awesome trading leverage for A-1 prize recess snacks. No carrot sticks for that kid, it was Jos. Louis all the way.

Most of my peers crushed on Shaun Cassidy, David Cassidy (oh those Cassidy bros were hot), and Donny Osmond. I did enjoy watching The Partridge Family, The Hardy Boys, and [OMG] The Donny & Marie Show (I'm a little bit country, I'm a little bit rock n'roll - great, now that's stuck in my head) - but none of those boys did it for me.

The definition of "did it" was very innocent. We were young, naive - gosh darn it - we were complete dweebs by today's standards. The Teen/Tiger Beat heart throbs were the men we were going to marry, have children with, though gosh diddley darn it, there was no knocking of the boots happening. Hello! We had no freakin' clue (or at least I didn't) what knocking boots was all about.

The physical side of things didn't play into these crushes - or at least that is how I remember it. Maybe kissing and making out played into it (probably) but other than that - no freakin' way! That was yucky grown up stuff. And regardless, it sounded messy*.
* proven to be true

So locker posters consisted of these crushes, most ripped from the magazines we poured over at recess and lunch time. I have many fine memories of rainy days stuck in the classroom, discussing who was the object of our affections.

Now that I'm all growed-up*, I find these crushes freakin' hilarious. I'm not sure what my criteria was back then but I do remember the passion (once again, we are talking about a ten-year old's passion - as in passionate about Ketchup chips). It was intense, it was focused, it was insatiable. The grand ol' Hollywood media machine had me by their hooks and I ate it all up.
* the jury is still out on this one

So that brings me to the meme:

Join me in revelling in our childhood crushes. Name your top childhood crush(es) - male or female.

Did Albert Einstein do it for you? Wow I wish I sat next to you in science class.
Luke Skywalker? You are definitely a friend of mine.
Cory Haim? That's one I never understood - please explain.

Here are mine:

Greg Evigan (BJ) from BJ and the Bear*: In my little girl eyes, BJ was the pinnacle of cool and oh my holy heck, he hung out with a monkey! A monkey!!! He drove a big rig and those two got into so many intense one-hour show format adventures. Yes, this show was enough to make me dream of becoming a trucker. A trucker with a monkey.
* Now that I'm an adult, I can only imagine the jokes that spun off of this show's name.

In case you are wondering - I may have secretly watched My Two Dads but if asked in public, it will be denied. And OMG - no teasing! I was something like eight and the monkey was totally a huge part of the crush factor.

Richard Hatch (Apollo) from Battlestar Galactica. Almost all of my friends had a hankerin' for Starbuck but I was all like "I totally *heart* Apollo, and like cross my heart and hope to like die, and like stick a needle in my like eye". He was serious, he was tough, he was seriously tough, and he could look like a wounded puppy dog at just the right moment. Yes sir, this was a head over heels crush to the nth degree.

I totally don't get the Starbuck thing, I mean seriously,
Apollo had the way cooler clothing:
the nehru jacket and oh my holy hell, that black belt totally rocks

I must say the Richard Hatch crush is no more. These days when someone says Richard Hatch I immediately think of Richard "Survivor winner, Tax Evader, formerly fat&naked guy" Hatch. That pretty much leaves me feeling kinda icky.

So concerning Richard Hatch the actor crush - I'm pretty sure it was Apollo that was the true object of my affection.

Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, and Han Solo. I wanted to be or hang out with all three of them.

Luke really appealed to me, in that whiny teenage angst boy kind of way. At the time the whole wounded lost teenager thing - well that seemed so cool and appealing. These days I find it more whiny.

Hans Solo was good-looking, a rebel and his didn't give a shit attitude is something I still love to this day.

Leia, a princess with a sharp tongue, brains, and beauty - um - totally great role model for an 8 year old me thinks.

So there you have it. The basic insides of my elementary school locker over my first decade. The stars of my barbie storylines, playground make-believe, and daydreams.

I'm gonna tag Something Baby Blue, and Mac & Cheese, and anyone who wants to play along (leave me a comment so I can drop by and laugh).

Come on now - spill!

I'll show me mine, if you show me yours...

Of course I can't force you to show me yours but I'd love it if you did.

HEY! Whoa there. I'm not talking about your ta-tas, whoo-hoos, ding-dongs, or ring-a-ling ding-dangs. I'm talking body art.

I've seen the posts out there, I know there are lots of people out there with tats. Lovely tattoos done for beautiful reasons.

Here is mine:



Least muffiney top photo and due to pasty white flesh, flash makes mine look kinda sorry but I love it.

HEY! Stop making fun of my apple covered undies. Your just jealous and want your own pair.

I had my tattoo done about ten years ago. Dreaming of getting one ever since I was a kid (seriously), I did recognize the permanence and importance of selecting something I could literally live with forever, so I waited what felt like forever.

Elephants have always been that animal for me. Sure, I love cats, dogs, monkeys, tigers, and all the beautiful (and not so beautiful) beasts but elephants fascinate me.

First time I saw a live elephant was at the Circus Vargas. My dad took us to an old school circus when it came to town (complete with freak show - oh how politically incorrect).

The elephants towered over all the beasts and to see small children riding on top during the intermission was awe inducing.

Now don't go all PETA on me, I wouldn't go to an animal-based circus these days even if they paid me, but this was in the early days of animal rights.

The elephants were completely 100% mind-blowing to this seven year old.

Over the years, any opportunity to see an elephant and all animals was not passed up. Demands for zoo visits in every city we went on vacation were high up on my list of things to do. I remember being crushed the day it rained in Quebec City - that was zoo day! I never did get to that zoo. My home town didn't have an exotic zoo. Lots of fun farms and wildlife preserves, but no elephants for me.

When in Thailand, elephants were seen more frequently. Sometimes used for labour and mostly as tourist attractions, it was heartbreaking to see it each and every time. The conditions were sad and maddening inducing feelings of helplessness. Some handlers were better than others, but overall it was a sad experience.

During my psychology undergrad, I took a course in animal behaviour. While elephants weren't part of the regular curriculum, my prof listened to me babble on about my love of the pachyderms (and monkeys) and encouraged me to read the book "When Elephants Weep: The emotional lives of animals" (I was able to do a paper for extra credit - score!). This book was eye-opening and solidified my love.

Elephants are matriarchal, remember their dead, communicate over vast distances via vibrations, to just to name a few fascinating facts (fascinating to me). And any female that can stand being pregnant for 22 months gets a standing ovation from me.

So upon completion of that book, I decided on my tattoo.

[I also cannot help but mention another elephant book that floats my boat: The White Bone by Barbara Gowdy. Think Watership Down with elephants but I read this post tattoo.]

So, wanna share your body art story?

Pictures aren't necessary (but nice) and like other people's purses and bags, I love reading people's stories about body art. Leave me a comment, I want to read your story. Maybe you've already posted about it. So in theory, this a meme - share and I'll make the links here so others can enjoy your story.

BTW - I'm looking for inspiration for my next piece of body art and where else could be a better inspiration but inside the conversation of this loving circle of friends (some new, some old, and some never met).

And don't worry, I won't "steal" your tattoo because tats are like baby names: territorial. I'm looking for inspiration.

this post is brought to you by the number five

Mom of 2 and Wife of 1 tagged me for a meme and her timing is fantastic because I wanted to post tonight but I'm so tired because B hasn't been sleeping so my brain is on standby.

So I'm glad I have a meme to do because I have this urge to write even though when this type of mood sets in I usually would just go visiting other blogs and commenting to my hearts delight BUT I have this total urge to talk and talk and talk and use run on sentences and OMG these words must be painful to read, especially by more grammar gifted readers (which would be all of you), so I will stop NOW.

MB gasps for air...

Aren't you glad I have a meme to respond to and not a rant or something equally as painful to read? Aren't ya?

So without further ado on with the meme!

It came with instructions!

INSTRUCTIONS: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.

1) Elizasmom
2) A Lifetime
3) The Life & Times of a First Time Stay at Home Mom
4) Mom of 2 and Wife of 1
5) MotherBumper


Next I was supposed to select five people to tag: (but it says if you don't want to, it's cool so I may update this later but I'm not doing it right now)

The blank five people to tag list:
1)
2)
3)
4)
5)

What were you doing 10 years ago?

That would be 1997 right? From what I remember, I was working on my psych degree part-time while working full-time (with two part time jobs). I was single and I remember going camping often that year. Life was pretty good.

In 1997, I had a friend who had a beautiful boat and during the Spring, Summer, and Fall we would go out about once a month with a few dozen beers and make her husband be the responsible one. We occasionally would help with the sails or the cute little BBQ they had hanging off the back but mostly we would sing Rio at the top of our lungs and whale watch.

OMG I miss the ocean so much.

What were you doing 1 year ago?

I was slightly more insane then I am now because Bumper didn't sleep at all. At all. But I also remember this was pretty much when I was getting the handle on things. B was six months old, she was fun to play with, didn't seem as fragile, the weather was brighter and there seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel.

And there still does.

Five snacks you enjoy:

1). Chocolate
2). Ice Cream
3). All Bran Brown Sugar snack bites
4). Cashews
5). Lays BBQ or Curry chips

Five songs that you know all the lyrics:

1). Itsy Bitsy Spider
2). Wheels of the Bus
3). Baa Baa Black Sheep (do you see a pattern here)
4). Frere Jacques
5). Da Da Da by Trio (I couldn't have it all be songs I learned at the drop-in centres)

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:

1). Save someone close to me who is in need
2). Spoil our families
3). Buy a home
4). Take a really awesome trip
5). Would there be any left over by number five? Probably enough to stock a wicked chocolate tuck box.

Five bad habits:

1). Bad diet
2). Too much time online
3). Procastination
4). Laziness
5). Snark first, think later

Five things you like doing:

1). Being creative
2). Helping other people
3). Being with family
4). Reading great books and watching fantastic films
5). Camping

Five things you would never wear again:

1). low waisted anything
2). pink angora
3). stirrup-pants
4). Frankie Goes to Hollywood t-shirt in XXXL
5). anything neon

That entire list right there, with the exception of number 1, will come back to haunt me when I'm a senior and living in a retirement community somewhere warm. Yes, even that awesomely comfy FGH t-shirt at #4 will probably come back.

Five favorite toys:

1). My Mac
2). Digital camera
3). CENSORED
4). Wii
5). my lightweight stroller because it makes life so much easier

There I'm done!

If you want to do this meme sign up in the comments - I'll come back later and update the links to the tagged blogs.

Maybe.

gratuitous photo of Bumper trying to burn a doll carriage in a large outdoor oven