I was TAGGED by Barb at FosterDesignHouse. Here are my answers. I have never been TAGGED before. Barb, I hope I am doing this right...
The "rules" of the game: Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.
Ten years ago:
I did not appreciate my perky butt nearly enough.
Shabby Chic was my design style of choice. I was oh-so Shabby. Not so Chic.
BFSK (Best Friend since Kindergarten) S. had just arrived in Texas with an overflowing U-Haul, piloted 500 miles by a random “dumb boy” we recruited with our "girlish charm". We promptly sent him back to Kansas, as soon as he finished unloading said U-Haul (evil grin).
Ten years ago this month Mr. Fussy Pants hired me to be his Regional Sales Manager (read: Girl Friday).
Ten years ago seems like about ten minutes ago, or ten lifetimes ago, depending on my mood.
Five things in today’s to do list:
1. Work, Another Open House, another Realtor, another opportunity to test the limits of my patience.
2. Grocery shopping- I have made a solemn oath only to put consumable items in the buggy. No decor mags. No scented candles. No strawberry lip gloss.
3. Steam clean the horrid white carpet at the New Digs. (Always on the list. Seldom accomplished).
4. Repair wind damaged backyard fence, or at least whine incessantly until DDHBF (Doo-Doo Head Boyfriend) or Mr. Rubble (Next Door Neighbor) repairs it for me. This works with flat tires. We shall see about fences.
5. Shave Legs. (This should be numero-uno according to some people). Whatev…
6. George Clooney. (Again, always on the list. Never accomplished)
Snacks I enjoy:
I enjoy them all. Those that I do not enjoy, I can at least tolerate.
Things I would do if I were a millionaire:
I would promptly go to the charming little falling-down Lake Cottage made of stone that I was too chicken to buy when I was looking for the New Digs.
I would throw myself down on the neglected front porch and pitch a F.I.T. until the new owner called the police, or gave me another chance to purchase my dream home. Since I am a millionaire, I can now afford to risk arrest. I would have done it sooner, but I wouldn’t have been able to make bail.
I would then spend my days replicating the images that are still stuck in my head, months after I first laid eyes on the place (sniff).
Not because I am particularly philanthropic, but because I am afraid of acquiring any more hell points for selfishness, (also because recently I have given Sharon Stone a rash of sh#@ for her karma comments), and since I do not want to screw up my karma, I will give some dough to charity. I hear Ed McMahon could use a few bucks.
Places I have lived:
Haltom City, TX. (Think Mayberry, only scarier)
Fort Worth, TX.
I will now tag:
Tururu- from Deco-Inspiración. I can't read a word of her blog, but I like the pictures.
Kim - from Stampin' Kim, because fate led me to her page via Blogger's "next Blog" button.
Squirrelmama - another happy accident. A blog about squirrels, and the people who love them.
Alright, I only have three unsuspecting victims to tag. I know you are supposed to tag friends, but I don't have any.
I have to admit that these poor bloggers have no idea who in the world I am. They have never seen this blog. I’m sure that they think that I am an internet stalker or a pathetic mu-mu wearing wretch, hunched over my Mac, dropping cigarette ashes on the keyboard, drinking Two Buck Chuck while posing as a wealthy Nigerian in need of financial assistance from gullible Americans.
I have no shame.
If there happen to be two other bloggers reading this, I am TAGGING you. Let me know when you post your answers.