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Saturday, December 06, 2008

Only because Jen is a new friend and I don't want to hurt her feelings ... yet ...

Okay, I hate this kind of stuff. But I made a new blogger friend and she asked me to. So here goes. I've got nothing else to blog about today anyway. She's MAKING ME tell you 4 things about myself that nobody knows. Problem is, I've been around too long and I don't hide much. So it's a challenge ...

Uh...

Okay, I want to have a submarine. No, I don't just want to ride in a submarine. I want my own. And it has to be a really good one because I don't swim. But I think cruising the ocean, sneaking up on entire countries, would be an incredibly cool way to spend a year or so.

And, uh. Well. I hate stop lights with a blazing passion. I mean my tolerance level is zero. Z-E-R-O. I'll do nearly anything to eek through even on the slimmest margin of yellow. Oddly enough I have never once been stopped for this much less ticketed. Oh, I'll gladly cut through parking lots to avoid them too. But only when my wife isn't in the car.

I'm only on three? Sheesh. Let's see. I hate morning so badly that I have this black sort of mesh Nike t-shirt that I keep beside my bed. If I manage to wake up before the sun rises I throw it over my eyes so as to fool my brain into thinking that it's still dark after the day light. Yes, really. And it works. Don't you judge me...

And finally. I count things. Anything. For no reason. I don't know why. I just do. People. Cars. Days on the calender. I can't help it. Things need to be counted. Somebody has to keep track of things and so I just do it. But sixty seconds after counting something I couldn't tell you what the total was. Because the total doesn't matter. It only matters that they were counted.

Four. So there. Feel very honored, Jen.

Oh, drat. I've got a number 5. I cannot STAND the thought that I might have hurt some persons feelings. (That's why I'm dong this list thing in the first place ...) I have to find them and fix it NOW. Even if I'm innocent. Because, in my mind, I'm guilty until proven innocent!

This confession thing might get addicting...

5 comments:

heresthediehl said...

you do realize that you'll probably be stopped in the next week or so for going through a not-quite-red light now that you've confessed this, don't you?

Ron said...

you called the police on me, didn't you ...

Earth Muffin said...

Next time you're in Alton area, call up Colby. You guys could have a "yellow light race". He, too, is a slimmest-margin-yellow guy and it drives me CRAZY!

Say hi to Debbie!

Bit of trivia I think you'll like...the word verification for my comment is "doisms". Maybe you could write a post on "doisms". I don't know what they are, but it's an interesting word of sorts, no?

Jen said...

I feel oh so honored. I'm kinda surprised you did it. I get tagged all the time but never do them either. They're kinda lame. But, as you, I felt guilted into it.

It was fun to read your confessions. I see we have a lot in common included having a hard time thinking of 4 things because I also tend to confess my business to most people.

And I agree with heresthediehl, I see a ticket in your near future. Better behave for the next few weeks.

Scott said...

people pleaser!