Revision Status: I clicked "send" just last night. Sam thinks I should be relieved now. I told him he obviously doesn't know me very well.
Okay, I have been sitting at my computer for, like, 20 minutes. So far, I haven't come up with one.
Seriously, I can do this. I can do this. You can do this, Brodi. Do it. Do it!AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH-1. Ummm... I'm a girl. 2. I'm a dork (as pointed out by number one, and several of my blog commenters on a daily basis. Yes, Cam, I'm talking to you... You too, Dorien. And Shell. Don't get me started on Erin.)3. Crap. Another brain cramp. Okay, let me go brush my teeth. I think better with clean teeth. Hey- that's a fact about me, right? Number three, done! Now, really, I have to go brush my teeth. Be right back.4. Okay, I feel better now. My computer screen is no longer melting because of my breath. Where were we? Number four. Right. 5. Sometimes I kick Sam while he's sleeping, and I tell him to stop snoring. Only, he's not really snoring. He's just breathing. The truth is, I couldn't sleep. And I was bored. And I needed someone to blame.6. Wooo Hoo! Only 845 more to go! 7. I pee, like, 15 times before I go to bed. It's mental. It's all in my head. (That was redundant, huh.) I know it's mental because I went to my doctor, and told her I must have bladder cancer. But when she found out I didn't work in a tire factory, (I guess those are hotbeds for bladder cancer) she said the chances were minimal. She was right. It was all in my head.8. Yay! Number 7 reminded me I'm a hypochondriac! That one's easy! Booo Yah! Count it!9. Really, number 8 should count for two, because it's such a big part of my life.10. How about we talk crazy quirks? Ummmm... I won't eat leftovers. In fact, I have a very paranoid relationship with food in my fridge. I come from a household where my mother saved leftover scrambled eggs. Yes, you heard me right. Leftover scrambled eggs. As in, to be reheated.So, yeah, I don't like the fridge. And the fridge has been eyeing me lately as well. I think the feeling is mutual.11. I talk to signs. Any written set of instructions. And I'm kind of sassy about it. Like when I'm in the shower, and I look at the directions on the shampoo bottle: "Lather, rinse. Repeat if necessary." I'm all, "Duh. Thanks for pointing out the obvious. I only do this every day. But tell me, what in the world do I do after I rinse?" Yes, I say it out loud. Then I read the next line: "Follow with Redkin Conditioner."I'm like, "Oh, well isn't my bottle of shampoo a freakin' genius... Stop staring at me."12. 12.12. You know what? 11's good, right. It's almost, very nearly, halfway there. And since I tend to do everything half-butted anyway, it's perfect. This was the longest time I've ever spent on a blog post.So now, I tag, everybody. You're it.
Okay, I have been sitting at my computer for, like, 20 minutes. So far, I haven't come up with one.
Seriously, I can do this. I can do this. You can do this, Brodi. Do it. Do it!AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH-1. Ummm... I'm a girl. 2. I'm a dork (as pointed out by number one, and several of my blog commenters on a daily basis. Yes, Cam, I'm talking to you... You too, Dorien. And Shell. Don't get me started on Erin.)3. Crap. Another brain cramp. Okay, let me go brush my teeth. I think better with clean teeth. Hey- that's a fact about me, right? Number three, done! Now, really, I have to go brush my teeth. Be right back.4. Okay, I feel better now. My computer screen is no longer melting because of my breath. Where were we? Number four. Right. 5. Sometimes I kick Sam while he's sleeping, and I tell him to stop snoring. Only, he's not really snoring. He's just breathing. The truth is, I couldn't sleep. And I was bored. And I needed someone to blame.6. Wooo Hoo! Only 845 more to go! 7. I pee, like, 15 times before I go to bed. It's mental. It's all in my head. (That was redundant, huh.) I know it's mental because I went to my doctor, and told her I must have bladder cancer. But when she found out I didn't work in a tire factory, (I guess those are hotbeds for bladder cancer) she said the chances were minimal. She was right. It was all in my head.8. Yay! Number 7 reminded me I'm a hypochondriac! That one's easy! Booo Yah! Count it!9. Really, number 8 should count for two, because it's such a big part of my life.10. How about we talk crazy quirks? Ummmm... I won't eat leftovers. In fact, I have a very paranoid relationship with food in my fridge. I come from a household where my mother saved leftover scrambled eggs. Yes, you heard me right. Leftover scrambled eggs. As in, to be reheated.So, yeah, I don't like the fridge. And the fridge has been eyeing me lately as well. I think the feeling is mutual.11. I talk to signs. Any written set of instructions. And I'm kind of sassy about it. Like when I'm in the shower, and I look at the directions on the shampoo bottle: "Lather, rinse. Repeat if necessary." I'm all, "Duh. Thanks for pointing out the obvious. I only do this every day. But tell me, what in the world do I do after I rinse?" Yes, I say it out loud. Then I read the next line: "Follow with Redkin Conditioner."I'm like, "Oh, well isn't my bottle of shampoo a freakin' genius... Stop staring at me."12. 12.12. You know what? 11's good, right. It's almost, very nearly, halfway there. And since I tend to do everything half-butted anyway, it's perfect. This was the longest time I've ever spent on a blog post.So now, I tag, everybody. You're it.
