Just kidding. If you guys didn't tag me for memes I'm not sure I would be keeping up on my blogging. So, thanks! And now for the moment you've all been waiting for:
The Meme is in the building.
1. Are you a rutabaga?
I am not, at this moment, a rutabaga. What is a rutabaga anyway? It doesn't even SOUND edible. Okay, so I Googled it. (I'm a Google freak, btw. Don't even try to review my searches. They're a little crazy.) Here's the number 1 Google image of a rutabaga:
Okay, so I'm standing by my initial reaction. That doesn't really look edible. But anyways, the search actually led me to a blog about rutabagas. (See how helpful Google is?) Read the blog here and give the rutabaga some love.
When was the last time you ate lion meat?
This morning. It was that or the rutabaga. I picked the lesser of two evils.
Upload a heartwarming picture of something that makes you smile.
If you could go back in time and kick the crap out of someone, who would it be?
Uhm. This would be a tough one if I didn't hate my mother in law. It's her. I'd totally kick the crap out of her. Probably several times. (I know this makes me sound terrible, but jeesh...you wouldn't say that if you knew her! She's evil!)
Name one habit that makes other people plot your demise.
My addiction to my computer/writing and books. The world could end and I totally wouldn't know it if I was writing or reading.
What song would you like to be playing while you are kicking the crap out of someone?
Rootless Tree by Damien Rice. I've kind of deemed it the theme song for my husband's family. Well, not his entire family really. Just the mother in law. She truly is awful. I'm not lying... Oh. And here's the song, just in case you've never heard it. Damien Rice is epic. He rocks my socks (and other things.)
Where da muffin top at?
Hanging out over my shorts. Thanks for reminding me that I need to go to the gym. Ugh. So rude.
How many goats, stacked atop one another like Yertle’s Turtles, would it take to reach the moon?
I'm not quite sure how to handle this, but it does remind me of a comedy act I heard once that talked about an orgy. (Bear with me you dirty freaks!) It went something like this: Girl on girl on girl on guy on girl on girl on guy on girl on girl on guy on girl on sheep. (hehe, sheep.)
Describe yourself using obscure Latin words.
decorus fragorum diligo Beautiful strawberry lover. Huh. Translator machines are awesome.
Why does evil exist?
You know, I haven't figured out why my mother in law exists, but I think it starts with "when a man loves a woman..."
What the fuck are you thinking right now?
That you just said the f word and that's not very fucking nice.
If you could decide whose face should go on the money, who would you pick?
People who matter. Like rappers.
If you had to pick between a pet squirrel and a pet iguana, which would you choose?
The iguana. He could hang out with my two bearded dragons, Jethrow and Abbie. (Yes as in NCIS. I have two awesome lizards.) And if I got the iguana, he'd be Dinozzo, or if it was a she, Ziva.
Tag blogger some friends, whatever random number that suits you.Ha! You can’t say “no tagbacks” because I just made up new rules! BOO YAH. Make up your own rules or be enslaved by another blogger’s. (Apparently the wonder Michelle Simkins made up this rule. Cool.)
Gah! You all do realize that I'm always WAY behind on these meme things, and when I actually get around to doing them, everyone ELSE has already been tagged.
I'm not tagging anyone and I'm going to make my own MEME. Booyah.