Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Catching Up On Tags

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away three friendly bloggers tagged me. I've been a naughty little poppet and have not played along. Tonight is the night my friends!

Pip at Meet Me At Mikes, melliemoomoo and Cindy at Bug & Pop - here I go. I've played this before, but you know me, I've got loads of quirky yet boring facts that I can share and bore you with.

1. Years ago, pre-Matt, pre-children, I lived in a little unit. It got broken into while I was asleep. I woke up while a hand was reaching through the window. I often wondered what I would do in this situation. I stood on top of my bed and in this deep, gutteral voice said 'Get the *beeeeeep* outta here.' The hand left. Hours later, four police officers and two police rescue removed the man from our ceiling. Yes. Yes that's right. Comforting, huh? Oh and as an added bonus, he'd stolen my clothes off the clothesline.

2. If I drink vodka, I get nervous rash. All across my chest.

3. Earlier this year a beautician waxed a big chunk of my eyebrow off. I am still waiting for it to grow back. Hmph.

4. Once when I may or may not have had a wee few too many vodkas (hello nervous rash) I pretended I was on the door of a popular pub and made everyone let me check their ID. This included the CEO of some company who didn't have any ID only a business card and pleaded 'But I'm 41'. I didn't let him in.

5. I don't really like eating eggs. I feel a little uneasy about eating eggs. Particularly runny eggs. If they're in a cake, I eat eggs.

6. I like vaccuuming. In fact, I like vacuuming so much I leave our vacuum out often so I can vacuum whenever the mood strikes me.

And because I am being too lazy to look back in my previous posts as to who I have tagged, if you feel the vibe, play, but let me know you're playing so I can pop over to your place!

Oh and each of these awesome gals who tagged me have cool shops - pop in, you might just find some ace beauties for Christmas!

13 comments:

Linda said...

such good reading!! I LOVE number four, what a crack up

Kirsty said...

I may not sleep tonight...

And I'm glad I don't get a rash from Vodka.

Taccolina said...

Come on round anytime, and I'll leave my vacuum out. I promise to take in laundry off the line and fold it for you in return...

Amber said...

A rash from vodka..that would have been hard when you were a teenager. Lucky i did not get that, my mum would have sprung me each time i said i was going to the movies..hehehhe
As for the vacuuming...i hear you. The humming sound that cuts out all other sounds....the striped of clean as you go....hmmm
I might go do some now..hehe..xx

CurlyPops said...

I'm with you on number 5...I don't eat eggs, unless they're in cake!

THE ESSESS said...

I love eggs. Mr S doesn't eat eggs either but he also thinks its ok to eat them in cakes???
Ooh and pop by and vaccum my house anytime!!!!

flossy-p said...

Holy Crap at number 1!!!!!!!

I was thinking the scratching noises in our ceiling was rats, now I'm not so sure...

Ellieboo said...

You are seriously a worry - you like vacuuming!!!!! Ellie hates the hoover so much she screams blue murder whenever I get it out...so I dont :)

Julie said...

Ahh very entertaining. I have just done the same meme, you are welcome to read - I fear I am a more boring than quirky and more neurotic than quirky..hmmm:)

cindy said...

You know we have been talking about your slack meme response at the blogger meetings.
I ama little disturbed by this stange man, though I think he could of been great CSI training. I hope you gave him the Horacio stare.
I love the doorman story - too funny, nervous rash and all.
Now I also know not to invite you over for brekkie, which is always eggs here. Glen will be heart broken.

mellimoomoo said...

Love this... Funny! I can't drink vodka either (no rash, just sickness) and I totally agree with you about eggs... 100%
Yuk about the ceiling/hand man. How creepy.

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muralimanohar said...

I leave my vacuum out in the living room at all times, ready for an instant vacuum at any moment. Dh thinks I'm nuts, and says it would be just as easy to go ALL THE WAY INTO THE BACK ROOM, PULL OUT THE PLUG, AND SET IT UP each time I feel like grabbing a few pieces of popcorn. Yeah, right.