Memebow Bright

Lately I've been getting tagged in a lot of memes. They're seriously fun and ridiculous, and a good excuse to write, even if it's about something completely silly. That being said, I've run into a huge MEME issue. It usually takes me about a week to respond to these meme things, and by that time all of my writerly friends have been tagged by other people. Either A: I need to make some more friends or B: I need to start my own meme. 

Of course, I chose the second option because I'm funny looking and that makes it hard for me to make friends. But, on to the meme-ing! (Haha, did you notice that play on words? You did? ...Oh.  Well...pickle you kumquat!)

Show us the cutest, most adorable picture of your favorite animal:

Y

You have five seconds to survive the zombie apocalypse. Choose one friend who would save your butt and then tell us why you chose them.
Riley Redgate. I'm choosing Riley because I know she's read more books than I can probably imagine (and that's saying something.) I'm also hoping that she read the Zombie Apocalypse Handbook. If all else fails, I'll just trip her. (Aww, just kidding. You're just a baby, I guess I'd have to sacrifice myself.)

Share a quote with us:
"How many stars in your bowl? How many shadows in your soul?" -D.H. Lawrence, The Stars Stand Still

I know you had trouble choosing just one quote. Let us have another, please:
"Nothing is free. Everything has to be paid for. For every profit in one thing, payment in some other thing. For every life, a death. Even your music, of which we have heard so much, that had to be paid for. Your wife was the payment for your music. Hell is now satisfied." -Ted Hughes, "The Tiger's Bones"

Using exactly twenty seven words, tell your life story:
I was born and did a bunch of stuff. I grew up. I got married and had a kid. I really, really, really want to be published.

Please do not throw your hands in the air. This is not a stick up:
Gay babies. (This is what one of my guard kids says whenever there is an awkward silence. I find it very appropriate for this situation.)

All dead rock legends live again. You're standing in a fifty mile long line for:
It's a toss up between Led Zeppelin and Nirvana. A sweet, sweet toss up.

Describe yourself using six words that start with the third letter of your middle name. Go!:
Rad. Ravishing. Rude. Raving (as in raving mad!) Ridiculous. Rowdy.

What is your middle name? (This is for research purposes only. Your response will not affect your chances of employment.): 
Marie


What do you think of when you hear the word wombat?
 Badgers. What else would you think of?


Tag an undisclosed (Read: 3. Or whatever. Are there any rules to these meme things? I didn't think so.) amount of people and then harass them mercilessly until they give into the insanity.

1. Riley Redgate (To make up for my zombie comments.)

2. Cherie (Because she's just so nice and always leave me sweet comments.)


3. Michelle Simkins (She's gotten me into a lot of fun stuff. It would be rude not to share the love.)


Make up a stripper nickname for number 3: Nixie Green


Confess your hidden feelings for 1: I totally idolize you and find you amazing and sarcastic and hilarious. I will love you always. Unless you change. In which case I'll still love you because you couldn't be anything other than awesome.


What is 2 doing right now?: Reading my blog and dreaming of sugar plums.


Now faithful followers, GO! Share the love.


All the best,
Kacey

These are SO unfair.

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.

Those are my baby boy's hands. He's adorable. :)

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.

Harumph.

I'm not tagging anyone and I'm going to make my own MEME. Booyah.

Me-Me-Meme

I have been tagged by the lovely and fabulous Riley Redgate for this wonderful post. It's dirty! It's forbidden! It's a good thing we're all friends here or this would be downright wrong! Or right. It all depends on how you look at it, I suppose.

Here goes!

 

What do you call your panties/underwear/undergarments? Do you have any commonly used nicknames for them?

Mostly I call them underwear. However, I do have a three year old son, and my mother (who has two daughters, and no sons) loves to call my son's underwear panties. How embarrassing. Especially in public. Especially when he repeats it. Gah! Parents...

Have you ever had that supposedly common dream of being in a crowded place in only your underwear?

No. In fact what I'm wearing NEVER comes up in my dreams. Unless, of course, I'm not wearing anything. No one is really concerned about clothes in those dreams.

Strange...

What is the worst thing you can think of to make panties out of?

Sand paper.

Just sayin'...

If you were a pair of panties, what color would you be, and WHY?

I would be hot pink underwear (not panties! Gah! NOT panties!). I would also have sparkles and/or sequins. Maybe feathers. Actually I have a pair just like this. *Runs to get camera*

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Oh man. Husband says that's inappropriate. Stupid responsible husband!

Have you ever thrown your panties/underwear at a rock star or other celebrity? If so, which one(s)? If not, which one(s) WOULD you throw your panties/underwear at, given the opportunity?

I have not. And probably will not. I have however been to an All Time Low concert, which is the ONLY concert I've been to where people have thrown their bras. It was weird and awkward, but the lead singer seemed to like it. So...whatev.

 

Also, I'm not gonna take my underwear off in public. Sick! Sick! Sick!

You’re out of clean panties. What do you do?

Laundry.

Are you old enough to remember Underoos? If so, did you have any? Which ones?

Underoos! Actually, no. I've heard of these, but have no clue what they are.

If you could have any message printed on your panties, what would it be?

You know all those quotes on the taco bell sauces? Those.

How many bloggers does it take to put panties on a goat?

Seven. Think about it.

Tag Four People and tell them why you are being so cruel to them.

Oh crap. Well you see...everyone I know knows everyone else so I'm sure everyone has already been tagged. *breathes*

Ok. I'm seriously hyperventilating about this. I'm not tagging anyone! Ha. Deal with it.

All the best,

Kacey