MonkeyPants

I’ve Been Tagged!

The bounteous and beauteous Arwen has tagged me with a meme. Apparently, I’m supposed to come up with five things my readers don’t know about me. Because she ‘likes it when I get confessional’. Is that code for ‘drunk’, Arn?
Now, given the fact that I know most of you IRL, you know quite a lot about me. Unless there are hordes of lurkers I don’t know about. Which baffles me. Because, really, this blog is kind of hit-and-miss. Like if all the labels get washed off your cans in a flood, but then all you have to eat are your canned goods. Are you going to get Vegetable Soup, or are you going to get Fancy Feast? You just never know.

Anyway. If you’re lurking, say hi, so we can be friends instead of creepy lurkers, right? Right. And THEN I will tell you Five Things of a scatalogical or sexual nature. Your choice.

My Five.

1.) My favourite Beatle is Ringo.

He just always looked like he needed a little extra cheering on. I mean, my mom was always all, “Paul’s so nice, dear.” But Paul didn’t need the cheers. Ringo did. Hey, why was my mom pimping The Beatles, anyhow?

2.) I’m becoming addicted to Star Trek: DS9

It turns out it’s a soap opera. I mean, it’s always on in E’s room, because he hearts himself some Star Trek, but I always thought I was above it. Until Worf got married. Now I find there are relationships! And feelings! It’s so easy to get sucked in.

3.) I still have all my bellydancing clothes even if I haven’t danced for a couple of years.

It’s still a part of who I am. Even if I’ve outgrown my shiny turquoise bra. I can still put it on, and of I stand very still and don’t move my torso, it doesn’t show any nipple at all.

4.) There is an Arbutus tree I hug every time I pass it.

Arbutus trees are dying around here, probably due to Global Warming. They don’t grow in cities much, but this one is the biggest I’ve ever seen up close. So I give it a little hug whenever I go past, just to say, ‘I’m pulling for you.’ OK, mock me now.

5.)I’ve forgotten how to link again.

Really, for someone who grew up using cutting-edge technology (phone-cradle modems, for example), I am a hopeless luddite. Hell, I even figured out how to disable the timer my Dad had on the computer, when I was a teenager. (It was the same one as the Christmas lights were on, though, and I heard the click right beside the computer.)

Okay, since I’m not sure who’s reading, I don’t know who to tag. But if you want to play this game, have at’er!