melissa tagged me and wants me to answer the latest blog meme, but i don't wanna. *stomps feet* who the hell thought of the word meme anyways and why do people keep saying it like they've heard the word their entire lives? i'm stopping it. right now. this crap is no longer called a freaking "meme".. we are henceforth calling it what it is.. a blog FWD. a blog tag. a survey. questionnaire. blog filler. crap. i'm having none of it. i'm the person who deletes all fwd's in her inbox without reading them. ever. so i've decided to be done with blog fwd's forever. well, kind of. i thought that maybe boyfriend would want to answer the 6 weird things about me, for me, but then i realized that he got tagged himself! jenn rocks for tagging him based on the fact that it made me giggle loudly at work. boyfriend did it, but his answers are so disturbing i almost feel obligated to do my own 6 things, just to counter him (and grandpa, please don't read his 6 things about me. thanks. or just don't read #6 of the 6 things. double thanks. hell, you should probably skip #2 too.) how can i make him out to be this amazing man, when he reveals such horrifying things about himself? i feel like i should apologize in advance. yes everyone, i'm marrying a freaky right winger. *hangs head in shame*
so instead of the blog fwd, i've decided to follow tradition (it is now officially a tradition- thanks to melissa, who got the idea from metrodad, who got the idea from who knows who) and answer the questions that you want to know. the things you actually want to know about moi-ster, but were too afraid to ask. grab your cyber balls now, and ask away! just post your question(s) in comments, or you can email me, and we'll rock n roll! whatever it is. you're almost guaranteed an answer. i think. maybe. most likely. ah, we'll see.
randomly-i'd like to take a moment to discuss the comment verification thing that so many bloggers have on their pages. you'll notice i don't have one. why? because i hate them. why? because i can't read the damn letters it wants me to type! so what does it do when i've gotten the first set of 15 letters wrong? it puts another set. only this time, the font is harder to read and there are more letters smashed together. like i can really tell the difference between a cursive v and w when they're right next to eachother. and i feel it mocking me. "no dumbster, that wasn't a w.. that was 2 v's! how could you be so stupid?" i hate those things. and i don't understand why the verification has to be so completely unreadable? is the purpose to not let anyone comment unless they have a masters in reading ancient hieroglyphics? i realize and understand why so many of y'all have them. i just think they suck. i guess i'm all for comment verification- as long as it's freaking legible. it just never is. so on that note- down with comment verification! i'm starting a revolt! fear me.
more randomly- michelle over at bebereviews wanted me to let y'all know about a new column they just started! it has celebrity mommy gossip, coupon codes, discounts, special sales and more! so check it out and let me know if it was useful for you or not. i feel oddly like a sell out at this very moment.