Meme’s the Word

I love these stupid things. I am just egocentric enough that I love blabbing my innermost secrets to total strangers. By the way, I’ve been in absentia for a few days. Didja miss me? No? Well, then. FINE.

OK, 5 more things you might not know about me.

1. I ran in the mass calf-catching contest for kids at a local rodeo when I was about 8. I missed. My mom still let me ride home on the inside of the car, which was really nice of her, considering. The seats were vinyl, so I guess she thought it wouldn’t hurt them. Minus 20 if I have to tell you what “it” was.

2. I saw a plane crash, sorta. It flew overhead with no engines, and then I saw the church it had landed in engulfed in flames. Knowing there was a little boy and his dad in there and nobody could get them out was gruesome.

3. I used to think Burt Reynolds was hot, and would get all misty-eyed whenever I heard the song, “The Bandit.” I still know all the words.

4. My mother went on a date with Robert Kennedy. No, that’s not really about me, but it’s cool trivia, doncha think? I WAS with her, technically…

5. I used to think every plane that went over my house was headed for the Bermuda Triangle and certain death. I was obsessed with the Triangle, and was convinced I would figure out the answer to the mystery when I grew up. I believe I was the first human ever to come up with the “giant underwater magnet” theory. Yeah. ALLLL mine.

Finally, for Love Thursday, I would have liked to offer something besides cats and such, what with my current life theme being “Cupid Must Die. Bury Him With Romeo.” I was gonna take a pic of my modem all lit up, because I just spent 5 days with bronchitis, fevers, and no internet. Three green lights are a sweet, sweet sight after 30 episodes of MacGyver.  I also tried to fix up the pic of the gift the kitties brought in, but it was just too gruesome to deal with. Besides, I couldn’t find a cut-out of a speedo to give it that special touch of dignity.

So, dear readers, you are left with only the knowledge that I missed you. In between the hacking, the kashi dirt-flavored granola bars, and the diet V-8, you were all I could think about.

It’s good to be back.