Sister Sassy Tagged Me

Thanks Sister Sassy.

I’ll be upfront and say that I’m not going to tag anyone with this meme, but I am tagging everyone who reads my blog. That means, if you read my blog you must do this meme if you haven’t already. And I have your IP address so don’t mess with me.

Oh wait. For a moment there I though I was the NSA.

4 jobs I’ve had:

  1. Assistant to a psychotic movie star
  2. Cashier at Circuit City
  3. Cigarette Girl
  4. Assistant to VP of something stupid at a major magazine

4 movies I would watch over and over again:
  1. Galaxy Quest
  2. Happy Gilmore
  3. A League of Their Own
  4. The Big Lebowski
4 places I’ve lived:
  1. Kansas City, MO
  2. Uppsala, Sweden (for two months)
  3. Homeless (3 years)
  4. Venice, CA
4 people who We email daily:
  1. My husband
  2. Media Organizations
  3. My elected officials
  4. The White House
4 favorite things to eat:
  1. Cheese
  2. Steak
  3. Sushi
  4. Any sort of chip with almost any sort of dip
4 places We would rather be:
  1. asleep
  2. gardening (it’s raining)
  3. somewhere tropical
  4. on a different planet

4 things I’m looking forward to this year:

  1. Making some money
  2. Going on a trip
  3. Putting Ilia in kindergarten
  4. Voting for the next POTUS (unless the Dem. nominee is Clinton)

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13 thoughts on “Sister Sassy Tagged Me

  1. um, mine was the bad influence. Only took her a year to break out of the racing around, shoving boys into the ground and rubbing mud in their hair. Charming, wasn’t she?

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  2. LOL@Ruth…I don’t think anyone would like to read a memoir as dull as mine. Here’s the proposed Amazon blurb:

    faboo mama was born under a different name. She ate some food, but not all of it because she’s a picky eater. Mama was exceptional in school, starting kindergarten a year early and graduating from a high school a year early. It went downhill from there.

    To complete college, was a struggle for faboo leading to chronic homelessness just to finish. A series of dead end jobs left her feeling dejected. The she met the soon-to-be Mr. fab.

    After a short courtship, a knot was tied. Fun was had. There were ups and downs like any married life. Two kids impinged on the freedom of this fun-loving couple.

    faboo mama was born. History was made.

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  3. Perhaps after “President DEMOCRAT” is securely placed in office, you’ll have time to flesh that out a bit. I’m not going to stop nagging/encouraging.

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