I’ve been working on this for a few days. Bear with me, I'm getting to it.
Angie over at SevenClownCircus managed to get herself tagged for a MEME. And for a practical joke she tagged me (it’s like a stomach virus, ---gets passed along to the unsuspecting large intestine--ME in this case).
And for the record…I still don’t get what the heck a MEME is? ---Tag you’re it! Is it the internet version of ‘NoBearsAreOutTonight’? Mainly I think we all like the idea of someone paying attention to us, even if it’s in the form of ‘‘DoAsI’mDoing-OrI’llBeatYouUp’ or called 'WorkitWednesday’ or whatever those weird days of the week thingy’s are called. Let's just call them what they are: A Reason For You to Link to MY Blog.
All right, for this occasion, (and because I like Angie) I have created a button. (A reason for you to link to my blog-duh). It links to my "what the heck does MEME stand for?" post.
I hope it works, cuz I have no idea what I'm doing?)
Feel free to join in. Follow along. (Baa-Baa). Use my button whenever the need arises or you feel like another MEME is just plain weird. Call it the Anti-Meme. I think I’ll have a MEME-THEME all week long in fact; (cuz the funny thing is, Jamie at TheHeinerClan tagged me too, on the same day. And sheesh I don’t want to leave anyone out or make someone feel bad, now do I?)
There you go. I just tagged you. For reading my blog. YOU are tagged. With the anti-tag.
GO MEME YOURSELF. Have fun, I know I will.
Bring on today’s NOT-MEME:
(the rules and regulations are defined in Angie’s post, check it for yourself, cuz I pretty much ignore that stuff.)
Label yourself in 6 words. No more. No less.
Hmmm. That’s tough. I’m such a big person to fit into a little sentence?
Okay. I’ve got it.
Because I figure there are two types of people. Those who like Neil Diamond…and those who don’t. (Name that movie).
But then I got to thinking… Maybe this one fits me better?
Because I really need to know.
And here’s the part where I MEME-ed all over myself. And guess what? It’s fun! Try it.
I buy EASYMAC by the caseload.
Have Tomatoes. Can't plant. Too COLD!
Sick of school. Need. Summer. Break.
Married 14 years. Need. Summer. Break. (hi sweetie, just kidding!)
5 foot 7. One Hundred thirty-nine.
Molecular Biologist turned poop expert, yick!
Leftovers for lunch.Every.Single.Day.
This is empowering. This is enthralling. Tag me anytime! (Go ahead, make my day.)