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Blogging muse City Mouse Country (musemouse?) has tagged me. This seems slightly like those e-mail chain letters in which you’re forced to decide if you’re a bacon bits or croutons person, state your first concert and call out the recipient least likely to participate in the chain letter expose game. But unlike those passive-aggressive Rorschach tests of preferences, this tagging thing is much easier (to write) and much more interesting (to read) because of the randomness. And of course, it’s a blogging bonus: My whole thing with blogging is that I need an assignment or something to feed off –which is why I’m a sycophant to others’ blog. This is the perfect host vessel.
Anyway.
Here’s how it goes:

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules to your blog.
3. Write 6 random things about yourself.

1. I’m wearing the same capri pants right now I wore the day that my husband first kissed me — just over eight years ago when he was my boss.

2. My nickname from age 13 to 15 was “Beep Beep” because I drove a bright pink Suzuki Shuttle scooter everywhere — including to Drivers’ Ed, where they told me that doing so was illegal.

3. I have a box full of notes from high school, sorted by sender, in my closet and a drawer full of my dad’s old dental scheduling books. My mom, his dental assistant, used them as diaries.

4. I spelled Rorschach correctly without having to look it up. I’ve never taken a Rorschach test, or played Nintendo (that might count as two random things)

5. In five years, I want to be a massage therapist or the co-owner of a dog day care/rehab/massage/grooming/walking company called “Under One Woof.”

6. Today’s post was going to be an open letter to Kathy Griffin asking her to punch Rachel Zoe in the squirrel-cheeked jaw if she saw the latest unreality star in halls of the Bravo studios. I was going to joke that perhaps Bravo studios have no halls — just pneumatic tubes that transfer catch phrases, skinny jeans, city- establishing shots, Tim Gunn and Nexxus hair products, sealed in Glad bags, sewn shut by Brother sewing machines from one studio to the next. But then I worried no one would get all my references to the blatant product placements or wonder why I even watched the Fashion Weakling stumble through the clothing racks, pronounce everything “so cute” with the annunciation of a 17-year-old and remind the world why stylist is perhaps the only job less necessary than dog groomer/walker/massage therapist.

– Now for the viral part of this:

* Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them. ( i may not know six people with blogs!)

Happy Living (don’t bogart the blog, Killian!)

From Where I Sit

Holy Prepuce

Just Like Jesse James

I’m going to have to come back and add blogs. I read too many strangers’ blogs, and tagging seems a little trespassy.

* Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog.

Let the tagger know when your entry is posted.