1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don't have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don't forget to leave a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.
(yeah, right, like I want to get ostracised by the entire blogosphere)
J is for jewellery. I love looking at it, designing it, making it and owning it.
E is for energy, very low on it. If I could walk sitting down I would.
N is for never being petite in my entire life.
N is for never being envious of anyone's petite figure but there's a few intelligent minds I would have liked to call mine.
I is for indecision, my downfall. The ice-cream usually melts before I choose between chocolate and raspberry.
F is for being frightened by a Scottish Pipe Band when I was three and eating a sardine sandwich at the time. The two are so entwined in my mind that I can't smell a fish sanger without hearing a Highland reel.
E is being ever ready to see the ridiculous side of life. I mean you have to be like that to survive our beloved PM in those tracksuits or that Akubra hat.
R is for believing in re-incarnation. I can't see the point in having a life of experience and learning to have it disappear, never to be useful to anyone. I've never been Cleopatra though, just one of the lower ranks, poor and miserable. It's about time I was a princess, petite and rich but with brains. One must specify or one might come back as Paris Hilton.
And this is my middle name which I use for my first name because my first name is horrendous and government departments insist on using it but it will never pass my lips.
This meme is free to anyone who is desperate for blog fodder.
14 comments:
Indecision....absolutely, that's me.
Worse than Hamlet.
I always thought a meme was a phrase or idea picked up and passed on subconciously through a group...or possibly a rubber monster on Doctor Who with cut-out egg-box eyes and 'Property of the BBC Effects Dept' printed on its back...
You had me going there Rh, until I remembered 'To be or not to be'. The Brownie and I are Boutique Bars not dirty old pubs and as for a laneway, I'm more a freeway.
Bloggers are a law unto themselves, we meme were we want to. 'A rubber monster on Doctor Who with cut-out egg-box eyes and 'Property of the BBC Effects Dept', sounds like some big head in charge of an archaeology society.
...sounds like some big head in charge of an archaeology society.
If only that were true, we could sell him off to some demented collector and have him sealed in plastic for the rest of eternity.
Haven't you got any Druids left? A nice sacrifice on a disputed sacred site would go down a treat. Happens all the time on 'Midsommer Murder'.
oh hasn't Midsommer just completely 'jumped the shark' ?
RH - I'll drink anywhere.
Today I had wine at the Winchelsea Hotel.
Now I am too weary to even think about the meme from Dear Middle Child.
The last time I fell for a meme I had to shut down my 4 blogs as a result of one of those pesky "things about me" I foolishly wrote. It was found by a humourless relative who could not handle the truth.
*goes off singing ...
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small;
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
For every lovely flower,
For every bird that sings
he made their pretty colours and their tiny little wings!
(chord change UP)
ALL! things bright and beautiful ..
[yes folks she's had a drink]
The last time you drank at the Winchelsea they had to get another truckload in.
What a customer.
And wooh!- what a comment! Disgraceful.
(What doesn't kill us makes us strange)
ROBBERT!!!
Last series of Midsommer was better, it had humour in it, this series is lacking that and a few good eccentrics.
Never a truer word RH, you can't get anything stranger than a drunk blogger.
"F is for being frightened by a Scottish Pipe Band when I was three and eating a sardine sandwich at the time. The two are so entwined in my mind that I can't smell a fish sanger without hearing a Highland reel."
PLAIDophobia: fear of Highland bnads.
haHa haaaaaaaaaaaaaa
bands!
Pissed again.
What can I say??? I was going to reply to your post but found myself distracted by all your comments and forgot what I was going to say...still a smilin
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