I've been Tagged.

I'm it.
Here are the rules:

THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the '7 weird things about you.' People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 7 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 7 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I love milk, but only skim milk. I can pretend I choose skim for weight loss purposes, but the truth is any other milk grosses me out. Whole feels like it's coating my tongue and throat and makes me gag. Unless it's chocolate. I still can't do WHOLE, but I can handle 1% or 2% if it is chocolate.

2. I brush my teeth with hot water. Brushing with cold does not actually seem as sanitary to me.

3. I have eaten ROADKILL. I do not know what animal. I didn't ask. I just prayed really really hard silently that my LDS mission companion and I would not get sick in front of the lady serving it to us and offend her. Our prayers were answered and we made it all the way to our apartment before both vomiting for about an hour.

4. I have eaten alligator. That was actually delicious. Go figure

5. I still don't think I actually know how to kiss. I know it sounds silly, but I really wish I was better at it because I really like Fresno and I figure he will want to kiss some more, and I just wish I wasn't so sucky at it. I know, he likes me anyway blah blah blah but I still am not feeling so spiffy about it. And I wish I were cuter. I am not having a great day, actually. Moving on to thing 6 before I cry.

6. I have a betta named Mikhail Gorbachev.

7. When I was 16 I traded the permission to take Driver's Ed and get my driver's license for permission to get a dog for my birthday. Driving a car was not even half as important as getting my dog Cassie. I got my license when I was 18. I loved that dog more than anything though, really. I miss her. She was hilarious. A total BRAT but very very smart and funny.

Okay, now for the tagging part. I tag:

CC
Cupcake
Mali
Stewbert
Bobbie
Bucksome
Stef
(However, if you don't do it I am PRETTY sure nothing horrible will happen to you. But if it does, I suggest you blame Krispy. That is all.)






Other than that, yeah. Hard day. Goom-bye, troops.

Wikipedia

Oh, and THIS cracked me up... (Mali showed me)

Wikipedia Celebrates 750 Years Of American Independence

The Brady Bunch makes me CRY!

I am trying not to think too much. Tomorrow is, obviously, September 11th. Actually, no, I guess technically TODAY is the 11th. Anyway, yeah. Trying really hard not to think much to keep from crying about Brady. My cousin Brady was such an awesome guy. I miss him. Liz (his wife) is on an LDS mission now, she has such awesome strength! I admire her, look up to her, and think her mission letters are hilarious. But I can hardly imagine dealing with today for her. It is hard enough just being me... his cousin and friend. But to be Brady's sweetheart? I just... wow.

I remember when it happened, my parents were on a Cruise in Alaska and I was tending my little brother. I remember thinking, "oh my gosh, the Pentagon?!" and freaking out. Then I finally talked to my mom when they came into port on the phone and she said not to worry, that Brady was fine, only a very small part of the Pentagon had been hit. Then Megs called later. She said he was missing. Our cousin Brady WAS in that part of the Pentagon, very likely. That was the beginning of it all.

I remember when we were little. Megs and Rinny and T-La and me followed him around being annoying and singing "The Brady Bunch" at the top of our lungs. I remember when he won a Yoda standy thing.. he was SUCH a Star Wars Geek!!! I remember when he married Liz and the invite freaked me out because she looks SO much like Camille (his sister) and we teased him for it. I remember when he wouldn't come home from his mission in the Canary Islands even when his LUNG COLLAPSED. And how cool it was that he got to be "a spy" like he wanted to.

The thing is, I know the country is remembering 9-11 tomorrow. And I applaud that, I do. But right now remembering is making me feel sick.

I don't want to remember right now.

I want to sleep...

maybe all through tomorrow.

Goodnight. "Happy" Patriot Day, America.

I miss you, Brady.
Oh, but hey, get this... you're famous... Wikipedia! (not that that's important. Just thought you'd like it.) Also, you would be so proud of Liz because she is, like, the medical person of the mission even though she is a regular proselyting one too! But you know that. Still, I am thoroughly entertained at the idea of embarrassed little elders having to talk to a Sister about, like, "Twisted Testicle." HA! NICE. Anyway, I miss you. The whole family does.