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A-Z meme

I was tagged to do a MEME.

ACCENT: Pacific Northwest, although I'm not sure it qualifies as having an accent. "


CHORE I DON'T CARE FOR: Cleaning toilets.

DOG OR CAT: I have one doggie and five (yes, five) cats. I love them all

ESSENTIAL ELECTRONICS: Computer, laptop, TV, DVD player, MP3 player, VCR, CD player/stereo, and of course the car stereo

Yves St. Laurent's Opium.

GOLD OR SILVER: Gold, baby!

HANDBAG I haven't carried one for a long time, until my sister in law came for a visit in December, felt sorry for me and purchased a lovely black leather handbag for me. Now I'm stylin'. When I remember to take it with me.

INSOMNIA: I've suffered from it off and on for years. Not so much lately.

JOB TITLE: Homemaker, Humor Columnist, Chauffer, Cook, Maid, Banker, you name it, I do it.

KIDS: 18 yr old girl, 15 yr. old boy, 10 yr. old girl and 8 year old girl.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Brand spankin' new house with too much stuff in it.

MOST ADMIRABLE TRAIT: Humility. Ha. No, I don't know. People say I'm funny, but I'm not sure if that's funny ha ha or funny weird. I'm still sussing that out.

NAUGHTIEST CHILDHOOD BEHAVIOR: Fed my sister and myself an entire bottle of baby aspirin.

OVERNIGHT HOSPITAL STAYS: Dang... Juvenile something-or-other when I was 13,Tonsilectomy at age 19, osteomyletis surgery at age 22, Two c-sections, two normal births, gallbladder out...and.....if there's more I've blocked it out.

PHOBIAS: Spiders, Heights, Stupid people and roller coasters.

QUOTE: When I die I'm donating my body to science fiction.

RELIGION: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

SIBLINGS: Older sister, older brother, younger sister

TIME I WAKE UP: 5 ish. Well, that's what time the alarm goes off.

UNUSUAL TALENT OR SKILL: Ummmm. I don't think I have one.

VEGETABLE I REFUSE TO EAT: Cucumber. I do not like them, Sam I am.

WORST TRAIT Procrastination.

X-RAYS: Dental, spinal, heck everything. I now glow in the dark.

YUMMY STUFF I COOK: Spinache quiche, white chocolate cheesecake, lots of other things.


If you read this, YOU'RE IT!!!


  1. I can't remember all of them.....

    Answer, beer to all questions, throw in a few sheilas and the odd kangaroo and koala....
    and just ta spice ya life throw in an echidna. There could also be a coolaba and a digererdoo.....Hey I ain't going....not till gum leaves.
    Oh there ya go Alice springs into action.

    Ya just gotta be an aussie ta appreciate all that.

  2. Hmmm. Interesting. Maybe I'll do it, on a slack day next week. If there is such a thing.

  3. so are these words the meme or do we pick a word for every letter of the alphabet? mama's confused.

  4. Whitesnake, I got some of that, but not all. I'm a sheila, but not an Aussie.

    Dave, go for it. I'd love to read it.

    anna guess is that you take the words as they are and give the answers. That's what I did. Or do whatever you want! Go crazy!

  5. Anonymous2:00 PM

    Sorry Pamela, I zoned out after I saw white chocolate cheesecake.....mmmmmmmm delicious

  6. I kind of thought you might be CJCLDS. I hope you don't mind when I bash Mitt Romney--it's purely political.

  7. Nope, I don't mind at all, Paul. It's all good.

    What does CJCLDS stand for, btw? I got the LDS part :)


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