Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Eight Things About Me

I’ve been tagged by Bub & Pie for this meme. These are the rules:

A. Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves.

B. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed.

C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

1. I’m a little over 5’8”.
2. INTJ, and that’s the story I’m sticking to.
3. My favourite new reality show is Age of Love. Have you seen it? It pits a group of women in their 40s against a group of women in their 20s in order that one woman from either group wins the affections of Mark Philippoussis, tennis star. I keep hoping for the 40-somethings because I’m closer to that stage of life than I am to my 20s (ah, the glorious 20s), but then again, I’m hoping for the 20-somethings because Mark has every right to want a family, and frankly he oughta go for a nubile woman. But then I hope for the 40-somethings because I so firmly believe in women marrying younger men (ahem), but then I hope for the 20-somethings because why not, they’re young, they don’t have kids or established careers, I'm sure they deserve something to get excited about.
I’m offended to think that the premise, I mean the whole show, wouldn’t work if the 40-year olds weren’t uncommonly beautiful (although I would say both groups are equally plastic). It’s like age doesn’t matter when it comes to love, but looks sure as heck do.
4. I can’t figure out why I liked Knocked Up (the movie) so much, when I found The 40-Year Old Virgin offensive, and not likeable. Lots of raunch, in both films. Do I forgive offensive content as long as it’s funny? Is this the human condition?
5. Getting married gave me a huge identity crisis; becoming a mother did not.
6. I’d rather be a t-ball mom than a soccer mom.



7. I hate dumb blonde jokes.
8. I’ve rediscovered The Watchmen. I listened to one of their CDs last week. I’d forgotten how much I like it.

There’s no way I know eight other bloggers who haven’t already been tagged by this, so I’m going to try something different. I’ll list some people who don’t know about this blog, and get them to visit.

Nancy
Rose
Amy
Deidre
Lauri-Anne
Miriam

Well, that’s three-quarters of eight.

5 comments:

bubandpie said...

The thing with Knocked Up is that a lot of it felt real - it didn't feel to me like I was watching a raunchy movie in which this stuff was manufactured purely for laughs. That was especially true of the sex scenes (though I have to say "It's a style!" is a very funny line). The exception to that is the antics his friends engaged in when she called him to set up a date to reveal her pregnancy. I find it hard to believe that even marijuana would make men behave that way. (Not because men aren't gross enough, but just because they're too homophobic.)

#2 make me giggle.

cinnamon gurl said...

Getting married gave me a huge identity crisis; becoming a mother did not.

This intrigues me... I want to learn more.

bubandpie said...

Yeah, that line was a good one. It surprised me even though I was there for both, and can attest to its truth.

Post, please?

Aunt Sassy said...

I LOVE that picture. So does Joe.

Mommy-Like Days said...

Alright, I'm all for requests--I'll get on an identity post right away. . .
AS-thanks :) I do too.