November 26, 2008


I got tagged by CalTechGirl . . . for a meme . . . Ack!

The rules:
1. Post the rules on your blog.
2. Tell 7 random things about yourself.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post.
4. Pass on the tag.

Here goes:
1. I am not short! I am fun sized. With emphasis on the fun . . . cause that's how I roll!

2. When I pull a glass out of my cupboard - for myself only - I automatically wipe off the rim of the glass . . . with my boob (clothed of course). Cause seriously? Perfect shape for glass wiping . . . I'm just sayin!

3. I don't wear makeup - ever.

4. I don't eat eggs (typically) unless they are boiled; I don't eat tomatoes unless in a sauce, salsa, or ketchup; I don't eat peppers but I love the flavor of peppers and all things hot and spicy (except the pepper itself); I don't eat cabbage except in eggrolls or kimchi; I don't eat veal, lamb, goose, goat or oysters though I have eaten each; I don't eat onions but I love onion rings; I don't eat the internal organs of any organism (heart, brain, liver, etc. . .), except for those inside the small dried korean fishies (fully intact) that I love; I don't like food that wiggles - like Jello; I regularly snack on seaweed or wasabi flavored things but I don't like sushi or wasabi paste; I don't eat sausage links or patties but like sausage in general; I don't eat fake meat . . .even if made from tofu which I do eat. I make kick-ass pie.

5. I fight fires - though my specialty is the car fire. I am excellent with a hose (ahem) - nozzle. I have participated in and rocked battle of the barrel (hose wars) and I look stunning in turn-out gear (ok, clearly an exaggeration . . .), and I like to play with the air horn.

6. I struggle with paranoia on occasion - stop looking at me!

7. I can sit on a beach and smell the ocean and listen to the waves for hours. I close my eyes and get lost in it. The smell reminds me of childhood summers spent in Eastern Shore Maryland, of crab boils, ghost crab hunting, campfire stories, suntan oil, boys, wild ponies, Fisher's, boardwalk fries, 1st Street, kites . . . It is that sudden salty air you smell when crossing over the Bay Bridge. That blast of musty, fishy, salty, goodness. Even today, when I get close to the ocean, I hang my head out of the window, shut off the radio and drink in those sounds and smells. Even now, when leaving an ocean destination, I stop to say farewell to the ocean - "until we meet again" cause it is like leaving the arms of an old friend - an old cozy, comforting friend.

I'm not tagging anyone - instead - go and donate to Project Valour-IT we only have two days left in the fundraiser. Think of the difference you can make.

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Posted by Oddybobo at November 26, 2008 12:36 PM | TrackBack

Does the Navy team have a baby? No, I think NOT.

Kimchi sucks, full frontal style.

Posted by: Two Dogs at November 26, 2008 01:24 PM

Wow, you've got *rules*. I like that! ;)

I can't eat veal or lamb. I can't eat babies. And I'm pretty liberal about food....!

Posted by: pam at November 26, 2008 01:36 PM

comment4, yahoo christmas music, 527,

Posted by: christmas carol dickens pictures at November 27, 2008 12:08 AM

#7- Takes me back to the days the wife and I were stationed in Virginia Beach.

Happy Thanksgiving to you Oddybobo and to your family! Turkey & Kimchee are on our table, laid out there with our thanks to God. Gene

Posted by: JIhadGene at November 27, 2008 10:21 AM

Happy Thanksgiving

Posted by: vw bug at November 27, 2008 08:15 PM