Foolery

Get to Know Me!

What is your name?

Favorite foods?

Relationship status?

 


Celebrity crushes?

Favorite TV shows?

Musical performers you like?

What you had for breakfast?

Something you are wearing?

Favorite colors?

Favorite electronic items?

Something fun you did in the last three months?

How do you feel right now?

With thanks to Grandma J and Cortney for passing this photo meme along.
 

My Seven Deadly-Dull Sins

(Because my real ones are WAY too scary.  For me AND for you.)

Sarah at OK, Where Was I? tagged me the other day for a meme . . . this one's a confessional.  I gave it a day or more to think it over.  I eliminated all of the stuff that still wakes me up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, and this is what I was left with.

By the way, if you want to read a good list of confessions, go check out Sarah's.  Then, after you finish laughing until you cry, come back here to Foolery and be kind.

1.  If I really, really want a good snack I buy a bag of Peanut M&Ms.  Not the regular bag, the one that holds 22 M&Ms and I could put all of them in my mouth at once if I really wanted to but I don't . . . I'm talking about the Tear 'n Share size.  I don't know who was the marketing genius who came up with this little moniker, but I can promise you that if I'm feeling piggy enough to buy THAT size there's NO WAY I'm sharing.  And yes, for those of you who are tapping your feet and saying hmmmmmmm to yourselves, I have even bumped it up to the half-pound bag, but I didn't eat them all.  At once.


(Wrapper photo stolen from this guy)

2.  I invented a person when I was in high school.  I was inspired by a friend's older brother, who, as a senior, got in line with the freshmen on picture day and had his picture taken.  I think he gave the name John Brown, if I remember correctly.  It made the yearbook photo gallery, even the index.  Well, if he could invent a John Brown, so could I, by golly.

One of my best friends, Mike, and I were on both the yearbook staff and the newspaper staff during our senior year.  While we didn't think fast enough to get a photo into the yearbook, we did both happen to be the Senior Will editors for the last issue of the paper, so we decided that that was where our invented person would debut.  With all of the sensitivity of a rotten 17-year-old I named the girl Margarita Maria Gomez,  because she would be less traceable among the many names of Mexican students we didn't know too well.  I know, I know.  But this is a confessional, get it?

In case your school didn't have senior wills, they were printed in the last paper of the school year.  It was a chance for seniors to "bequeath" things to underclassmen, such as their locker combinations, their stinky gym socks, the hot girl's phone number, and other vaguely 1950s teenage crap (this was 1983, by the way).  As will editors Mike and I (we were selected for our common sense and upright morals, presumably) were supposed to toss out inappropriate language or adult-themed entries, and we did.  We also let old Margarita through, however.  She had "been" to all of the best parties, knew a lot of stuff about people, and got in a few snotty digs about some girls' leg warmers.  We were in heaven.  Do I regret it?  Not on your life.  Do I think I went too far?  A couple of times.

3.  As a child I pooped in a lake once.  That's about all there is to say about that.

4.  When I was in college and lived alone I went through a phase where I got up at 6:00 to do TV aerobics with Gilad.


(Photo stolen from this site)

I know there's nothing particularly confessional about that . . . wait for it.  For reasons unknown to me (and how I ever got started with this is beyond me) I went from doing the excercises in a t-shirt and sweats to a t-shirt and undies to just undies, until I finally just skipped with all pretense and did my aerobics as naked as a jay bird.  Before you start making weird French ho-ho-HO! sounds, there was nothing sexual about it at all.  Gilad totally creeped me out, then and now.  I think it was just a matter of sweat, which I hate.  Still, there are about 1000 of you (that's about 990 more readers than I actually have) who will unbookmark this site because of this little admission.  I don't blame you, ho-ho-HO!  I think I'm a weirdo, too.

5.  I once made a terribly inappropriate joke, involving clowns and incest or something creepy, in the presence of my high school freshman class's prissiest person.  She looked at me with her mouth hanging open, and said, "LAURIE LaGRONE!"  I'm absolutely certain that if she'd known my middle name she would have said it, too.  I felt like a child being scolded by someone else's grandmother.  Yeah, it was an ill-considered gut reaction, a stupid joke and a rotten thing to say, but right at that moment I knew that I didn't want to hang out with the prissy crowd.  And they knew that they didn't want me to, either.

6.  I played a version of Shirley Temple in the school Christmas play when I was about ten.  The character was called Miss Dimples, and guess why I got the part?  I had to carry a HUGE lollipop as a prop.  The plastic was loose at the very top of the lolly, and when no one was looking I sucked at the exposed candy.  By the time the play rolled around there was an impressive divot that accommodated my nose, if I felt the need for a nose holder.  It was very embarrassing on stage in front of the whole school.  Just a notch more embarrassing than portraying Miss Dimples.



7.  In a college graphic design class we had to illustrate a conversation between two people using only one word per person, back and forth, for a limited number of frames.  For instance, someone serving a friend coffee might have been shown as:

"Cream?"
"Thanks."
"Sugar?"
"Two."
"Cruller?"
"Please."

but with drawings.  We then put our finished work up on the wall and critiqued the resulting body of work.  Being a natural born storyteller (ham, blowhard, loudmouth -- you pick) I was terribly interested in the story my drawings told, whereas the greater assignment was more about illustrating a moment.

Because this was college, someone in the class had chosen to illustrate a sexual encounter, and the conversation went a lot like

"Ooooh."
"Good?"
"Yeah."
"There?"

etc. but, being the nerd who never missed an opportunity to make herself look stupid, I said I thought the story was a bit abrupt, and needed some sort of establishing words, maybe.  I think the professor was halfway in agreement, and he asked me to elaborate.  So I said, "I dunno, maybe some words before all that, to set the scene . . ."

"Yeah, but like what?" the teacher persisted.  I really hadn't thought it that far through, and was only trying to be one of The Cool Kids in this class of graphic designers, who were already terminally hip.

"Oh, maybe, like HELLO --"

and that was as far as I got before the whole classroom erupted in laughter.  I tried to explain myself, even though I knew I had really put my foot in it, and no one could stop laughing long enough to hear my weak protests.  Duhhhh.  I kept my mouth shut mostly from that point on, my position cemented as offbeat outsider with a screw loose and no concept of acceptable college behavior.

And that's about where I am now!

Real Meme Filling, Part Two

(Original photo stolen from this site)

Okay, I have a few (five, actually, since Miss Mom Bomb also came up with five) six word meme answers.  The challenge was to describe oneself in six words. 

 

My Butt's As Big As Texas

 

I Smell Cow Poop -- Ahhhh, Home!

 

Any Sillier, You'd Probably Block Me

 

Two Dimples, Few Pimples, Staggeringly Simple

 

The Wheels Are Always Turning . . . Slowly

 

Now I should tag someone . . . hmmmm . . . just one?  Okay, I tag Kyddryn at Shade and Sweetwater, because that lady has a way with words that tends to floor me.  In a good way.  A really good way.

Real Meme Filling, Part One

I was tagged for a meme by The Mom Bomb.  Seems I have to describe my life in six words.  Well. I don't need to tell you how difficult a task this is.  How will I ever flesh out six whole words?

Back in a while with my answer.

I'm Straight, Really, But . . .

Two of the bloggers I read regularly -- Sarah at OK . . . Where Was I? and Hallie at The Wonderful World of Wieners -- posted risky columns this week.  The subject was five people who could make you play for The Other Team.

Not sure it's really possible; in fact, it's not.  I'm pretty happy with my team.  Not that there's anything wrong with that . . . 

BUT

I'll make a stab at it.

Here are five women, in no particular order, who could make me become a women's P.E. coach in old East Germany:



1.  Gillian Anderson -- best known for walking around looking pissed off and yelling "MULDER!" every ten seconds. Moody is the new black.



2.  Brooke Shields -- one of two women in the world whose eyebrows need even more deforestation than mine do (the other was Frida Kahlo).



3.  Gabrielle Reece -- remember her?  the 6'3" volleyball star?  Try to imagine playing an intensely physical game in THAT little get-up.  In sand.  You DO realize I'm talking about volleyball, right?



4.  Lauren Hutton -- the space between her teeth makes her seem human, which is difficult for super models.  Even super models of a certain age.



5.  Beyonce Knowles -- she can sing, she can dance, she can ac-- well, she can sing and dance!  And she's bootylicious, because somebody has to be.

Okay, don't read too much into this.  There are so many gorgeous women on TV that I can't help staring at.  I just wish that I could have found a dentist, or judge, or diplomat, or author -- somebody with a career more important than dancing, singing, pouting, posing, or playing a game.  But I don't suppose Jean Kirkpatrick or Gertrude Stein or Eleanor Roosevelt ever made anybody's short list.

MEME to the Left . . . MEME to the Right . . .

. . . stand up, sit down, WRITE WRITE WRITE!

(Photo stolen from 5500 on Flickr)

 

I'm pretty sure that's a song.  BUT YES, People Who Show Up Here Daily Who Obviously Have Nothing Better To Do Than Pretend To Work . . . I have been tagged by the Meme Fairy.  No, wait, there is no Meme Fairy, unless maybe it's Asthmagirl from Is My Cape Fluttering? because that's who tagged me.

 

Still with me?  Okay, I'm gonna try something new today: I'm gonna set the timer and see how FAST I can lie do this.

 

It is now 12:10 -- GO!

 

1.  I think I saw Robert Plant at a club in Hawaii one night.  He was dressed in leopard spandex pants -- tights, really -- and something equally hideous on top.  He was the right age, had the hair, and he had a hugely skanky young Leopard Lady (almost) in his lap.  He had a snarky expression on his face, as if the world were his oyster -- kinda like See?  I'M taking this rockandroll BABE home tonight!  What are YOU doing?  If it wasn't Robert Plant then it was just sad.

 

2.  I had to use a rest stop bathroom in Japan once.  It looked pretty much like rest stops in California, until I got inside.  I don't care HOW bad I had to go, or WHAT I was going to do about it later, I was NOT using that disgusting hole in the floor.  I bailed.  I've never been so visibly cranky.

 

3.  I was a colossal band geek in high school.  Because the school was small and the band was shrinking, I would volunteer to learn a new instrument for whatever song the instructor had in mind.  On one piece I had my oboe across my lap as I sat in the percussion section.  I played the tri-toms for the opening section (my first and only experience with drums), the oboe most of the time (including a solo), and even played the glockenspiel at one point.  Had the teacher asked me to pick up my tenor sax you KNOW I would have.

 

4.  I wore braces from age 19 to age 22.  Do you think I was popular?  Do you think I dated a lot in college?

 

5.  I once took a big insulated mug to my Friday 8:00 a.m. three-hour design class one morning.  No one thought anything of it, because they all had big insulated mugs, too, full of coffee -- trying to wake up after the week of Pioneer Days partying they'd been muddling through.  Only MY mug wasn't full of coffee -- it was full of strawberry daiquiri.  I don't remember anything else about that day.

 

6.  One of our cats is named after my husband's college landlord, who was a human saliva factory and spoke like his mouth was full of applesauce.  It's provided HOURS of scintillating conversation and late-night gigglefests for Chas and me.

 

12:28 -- done!  Only 18 minutes to churn out this particular load of fertilizer, and I took three business calls while typing.  If only I could get paid for this.  Thank you for reading, People Who Show Up Here Daily Who Obviously Have Nothing Better To Do Than Pretend To Work.

 

Now, I tag . . .

 

Ava Von Snarky

Faux McCoy at confused hero at large

Miss Crayons at 24 Crayons in the Dryer

Ang at St. Fairsted Farm

Tina at Jane Doe, Alive and Well

and

Kyddryn at Shade and Sweetwater  

 

No pressure.  Have fun!

 

Laurie

 

Here are the rules:

(1) Link to the person that tagged you.
(2) Post the rules on your blog. 
(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

Interview: Smedley and Sparky Meet the Press

Sparky was tagged by my blogger friend JustJessie's adorable little boy Grant for a kid meme.  To keep things even, Sparky and Smedley will each tell eight things about themselves.  So over cocktails at The Raw Bar I interviewed them for the meme.  I mixed it up a bit by posing two questions each time and letting them pick which one to answer. 

Foolery:  What kinds of candy do you like OR what's your favorite cruciform vegetable?

Smedley:  I like all the kinds of candy there are.
Sparky:  Lollipops.

F:  What makes you happy OR what is America's greatest accomplishment this decade?
Smedley:  When Daddy doesn't come to school late to pick me up.  Like he usually does.  Like he did today.
Sparky:  Elephants.


F:  What's your favorite song OR what are you giving Mommy for Valentines Day?
Smedley:  "My Favorite Things"
Sparky:  "Bad Day"

F:  Tell me a joke OR the smartest thing you've ever heard on Live with Regis and Kelly.
Smedley:  Why is driving like music?  Answer:  You will B flat if you don't C sharp.
Sparky:  Why did the elephant get in the mud for nothing?  Answer:  Just to sit in the water and spin in the mud.

F:  How did you dress for Halloween OR what were you in a former life?
Smedley:  I was a witch.
Sparky:  A fairy princess.  But I lost my wings.

F:  What is your favorite movie OR your favorite mode of travel?
Smedley:  "The Polar Express."
Sparky:  "The Tortoise and the Hare."


F:  What is your favorite book OR your favorite truism?
Smedley:  Mermaids Don't Run Track.
Sparky:  The Gruffalo.

F:  Last question.  What do you want to be when you grow up OR who should be our next president?
Smedley:  A teacher.
Sparky:  A teenager.

Now you know.


Sparky:  "Manxie, come look at my UNDERWEAR falling off!!"

Tagged Like An Animal

(Photo stolen from YakShaving on Flickr) 

I have been tagged by a friend to fill out this questionnaire.  When bloggers do this it is called a meme.  I'm going to be cool and let you think I really know what that word means.

1. What kind of soap is in your bathtub right now?  SCUM.  That'd be soap SCUM.

2. Do you have any watermelon in your refrigerator?  God, I hope not.

3. What would you change about your living room?  Is "knock it down" an option?

4. Are the dishes in your dishwasher clean or dirty?  Never use it; Chas does, so DIRTY.

5. What is in your fridge?  Four homemade pumpkin breads, beer, vegetables, and a stain that I SWEAR moves around.

6. White or wheat bread?  Whole grains -- the more, the better.

7. What is on top of your refrigerator?  My grandmother's copper bread box and my cookbooks.

8. What color or design is on your shower curtain?  It's a hot pink hipster number with 60s beatnik chicks and French cats.

9. How many plants are in your home?  Three -- a geranium, a hydrangea, and some tropical plant which, through neglect, I've rendered a bonsai.

10. Is your bed made right now?  ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha oh stop you're killing me ha ha ha ha ha

11. Comet or Soft Scrub?  COMET, BABY!  I SWEAR I CAN RUB THIS HIDEOUS FINISH RIGHT OFF!  GIMME THE BELT SANDER WHILE YER AT IT!

12. Is your closet organized?  In the way that Middle East politics and alliances are organized: one false move and you're toast.

13. Can you describe your flashlight?  I can, but then I'd have to kill you.

14. Do you drink out of glass or plastic more at home?  Macramé.

15. Do you have iced tea made in a pitcher right now?  No, I can't have too much caffeine.  Well, I can, but then you'd have to kill me.

16. If you have garage, is it cluttered?  Please see the Middle East closet question above.  The closet and the garage have an alliance.

17. Curtains or blinds?  Both.  Neither are worth discussing.

18. How many pillows do you sleep with?  One well-pounded ancient dust-mite-Heaven-of-a down pillow, **sigh**.  I love it.

19. Do you sleep with any lights on at night?  A night light outside our door for the kidlets to find their way in in the middle of the night.

20. How often do you vacuum?  It's an insignificant statistic in the way that 10-year weather cycles are insignificant.

21. Standard toothbrush or electric?  Standard.  Read, FREE from my millionaire dentist, twice a year without fail.

22. What color is your toothbrush?  This is fascinating stuff, really it is.

23. Do you have welcome mat on your front porch?  Yes.  It reads WIPE YOUR PAWS.  Do you feel welcome?

24. What is in your oven right now?  OH GOD, THE TURKEY!!!!  just kidding

25. Is there anything under your bed?  Wrapping paper in Tupperware.  Probably Barbies, too, if I'm honest.

26. Chore you hate the most?  Anything that gets me within inches of the toilet.

27. What retro items are in your home?  If by retro you mean "wildly out-of-date," then pretty much everything.  Yup.

28. Do you have a separate room you use an an office?  No, we have a corner of my computer room we use as a living room.

29. How many mirrors are in your home?  I think four.  Gosh, I'd better go break a couple of those, shiver.

30. Do you have any hidden emergency money around your home?  Yes, it's called Peanut M&Ms Money, and it's whatever is in my wallet.

31. What color are your walls?  All of them are Old T-shirt White, except for one bathroom, which is Shield Your Eyes White.

32. What does your home smell like right now?  Marinated baked pork cutlets.  Slobber.

33. Favorite candle scent?  I actually don't like candles.  It's too hard to explain, but I feel claustrophobic from the smell.  Heavy on PHOBIC.

34. What kind of pickles are in your refrigerator right now?  Probably sweet baby gherkins and sweet pickle relish.

35. Ever been on your roof?  Oh heavens no.  Now that's funny.  My heart is pounding and my palms are sweaty.  Shudder.

36. Do you own a stereo?  Coupla very old components that miraculously still sound better than anything else I've used.

37. How many TVs do you have?  Two, plus the little black-and-white that Chas takes to work when the Lakers or the Rams are playing.

38. How many phones?  Just one.  It's a tiny house.

39. Do you have a housekeeper?  Who'd want to break her neck getting the house clean enough for a housekeeper?  They talk, you know.

40. What style do you decorate in?  It's a blend of Early College Regretable, American Family Castoff and 20th Century Funeral Leftovers.

41. Do you like solid colors in furniture or prints?  I like solid furniture.  Anything else is gravy.

42. Is there a smoke detector in your home?  Yes, and it likes to sing along with my cooking.