I like tags and memes for the most part, but sometimes I have to think my answers through because:
a) I don't want to scare people away from this blog, and
b) I don't want to give too much of my thoughts away. Some of them are too private. Sometimes I wish I had thought to start this blog anonymously. Then I could let you all into the deepest recesses of my mind. On second thought, maybe that isn't a good idea. It's a cesspool sometimes, something from which even I want to escape.
But I don't plan to escape from this meme, especially since it comes from the adorable Snowy Bear. Besides, Snowy called me "ace." Flattery will get you almost everywhere!
So here you are, seven facts about me. Nothing too outlandish, nothing too spectacular. Nothing that will end world poverty or make you live longer. Just more of me, me, me!
- I'm 5'8" (172 cm) tall. Look here for a peek at the height differences between me and my girlfriends. [Never mind how much I weigh; suffice it to say I need to lose quite a few kilos.]
- Frogs both scare me and creep me out. I dimly remember a frog plastering itself onto my torso when I was a child, terrorizing me. Funny, I should be scared of dogs since one bit me in the face when I was two years old. That memory didn't scar me, though. I love dogs.
- I have mild scoliosis. This gives me a legitimate excuse not to carry anything too heavy whenever the gang and I go somewhere as my lower back tends to ache something fierce if I do that. They do most of the carrying.
- I'm missing one organ: my gallbladder (though my brain tends to go AWOL every now and then). It was taken out when I was in my mid-twenties because of gallstones.
- Aragorn or Legolas? I'd take Aragorn any day. Pretty boys don't do it for me; but manly men...sigh. They're a different story. Five o'clock shadows, tousled hair, a slight scruffiness, clothes worn for the sake of comfort and not for the sake of looking like something that's fit to include in GQ, clean and natural manly scents - I could go on and on.
- I absolutely cannot stand Barney the Purple Dinosaur. Sorry, Snowy, if you're friends with him.
- I like being alone; many of my happy moments occur during times of solitude. It's feeling lonely I don't like.
20 comments:
Frog-ophobia? That is quite unusual.
I'm with You on the last one -- love being alone but not lonely.
Not a shred of dignity remains when a frog gets within a foot of me. And yes, being alone but not lonely is just so good.
Have I ever mentioned that I'm a spit image of Strider? ..... and that I've never ever carried a frog in my pocket? ........ just saying ......
Imagine how much you'd weigh if you still had your gall bladder! ...... lucky escape there I'd say .....
I like the line "nor am I anybody's idea of a tiger". I wont bet on that.
I like frogs in those Nat Geo photos, but in real life????
Way to go Aragorn, he's mine you know.
DaddyP: But...but...I had you pegged as Frodo, minus the hairy feet. He's adorable too, you know.
I wouldn't mind the extra weight so much, if most of it was in me boobies.
Photo: Pictures of them I can admire, but in 3D, ewww. Reminds me of Conrad, my high school biology group's frog. The one and only frog I got to know inside out.
Share Aragorn with me?
So, do you like frog legs? ;)
7 pics. One for each day of the week. I'm off to work on my Lizza 09 calender...
I like frogs' legs if they're as far away from me as possible.
A blogger calendar...awesome idea, Bud!!! Twelve blogger buddies, one for each month. Though seeing DaddyP's mug for one whole month on my wall would pose quite a challenge for me.
Still...awesome idea, Bud!!!
I'm mad at this calendar idea.
I could only be a half a day.
But wait! Bud bought me the other half of my face for my birthday. I forgot! Yippee!!
Frogs on your torso?
Oh say it ain't so.....yuk.
You poor thing.
Mims, you and your half-faces get a full month on my calendar. As does Bud, and ten others. If I did have such a calendar.
Frog, singular. Any more and I think I would've had a myocardial infarction - even at that tender age.
somehow I'd always pictured you as being small and now I find out you're taller than me. sheeesh.
I'm tall for an Asian, Nursey. Well, back in my day, at least. Nowadays, I see many younger ones (male and female) who are even taller. My son (who's 15 years old) is now taller than me.
Did I forget to tell you how gorgeous you are? Well, I'm tellin' ya now. Wowzie zowzie....
3, 6 and 7 are all true for me, too!
But I like frogs quite a bit.
Mimi: Why, thank you, my dear!
Citizen: You have a back problem and yet you keep doing all the things you do at home! Amazing woman.
Wow, you're tall... and I totally get your point no 7 :)
One's own self is one's best company a lot of the time. Glad you see what I mean, Terra.
Are men also allowed to tell you look gorgeous? ;-)
You look like you are 18... so I wonder how you can have a son of 15...
One of those life mysteries...
You should go to the Frog Festival in Pampanga... plenty of opportunities to interact with frogs... or even eat them...
Thanks, Sidney. :-D
But NO to the Frog Festival in Pampanga! Blech, blech, blech. I'll leave the frog eating to you.
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