If you say celery, I promise you I will say turgid
My buddy LaTonya has bestowed the Beautiful Blogger Award upon yours truly. Now I’m a bit of a punk and a bad ass in this here space so I do these things once in a while and then I leave it hanging. I never pick other people cause you’re all stars in my eyes.
And I’m a lazy ass.
Now if I were following the rules, I’d give you seven facts about me and then I’d pick seven bloggers to do the same. But there’s that lazy thing.
Side note: My lazy Converse is jacked up and I don’t feel like fixing it so I have to find another mood but I can’t think of one. Gah. I was going to go with ambivalent but I don’t want LaTonya to think I’m ambivalent about the award.
I’m going with delighted because I am happy that LaTonya chose me, but I should probably go with conflicted — because I’m happy yet slacking. Do you think she’s still glad she chose me for this award?
Okay, since I’ve jacked everything up here, I’m giving you a mere three facts and then ending this with a game to play in the VIP Lounge.
1. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll be able to pull off a ponytail when I’m 50. I don’t think that’s gonna work so most of the time I figure I’ll become one of those ladies from the 1920s who wears her hair in a bun. I think gray hair in a bun sort of works, but I’m not sure. So when I’m sitting in church, naturally, I scan the crowd for hair dos.
I do that in church, when the kids are not with me, because it’s really the only time I’m sitting in one place for an extended amount of time with other people. It’s hard to analyze hair dos while standing in line at the grocery store and it doesn’t work at the Y. Most chicks have their hair pinned back while they’re exercising.
So that leaves me with no choice but the Lord’s house. I think I’ll have to go with some sort of bob. We’ll see. And I am not getting a perm. I’ve never had a good experience with a perm.
2. I wish I had more money and a better fashion sense. If I had more money I could hire some wardrobe chick at Saks Fifth Avenue or Nordstrom to dress me. She’d find that casual chic I’m looking for and we’d have monthly appointments. And she wouldn’t look down on me because she had to incorporate my low tops into every outfit.
I’d be her quirky customer who could really pull those shoes off.
3. I do not like celery but it seems like it’d be a good dieting snack. It’s too stringy, it has a bitter taste when raw and any time I attempt to eat it, I have to drown it in peanut butter, cream cheese or ranch dressing. Trying to eat it for the low calorie count is impossible when it’s swimming in peanut butter.
And yet I sort of aspire to be that chick who’s crunchin’ away at a stalk. Also, any time I hear the word celery I immediately think of the word turgid. So if we were to play a word association game and you said, “Celery” I would say “Turgid.”
Lastly, let’s do the word association game in the VIP Lounge, eh? Leave the comment you would normally leave and then at the very end throw out a word. The next person will respond to that word that you left at the end of his or her comment and it will continue throughout eternity or until tomorrow morning’s post.
Now don’t crowd each other in an attempt to be the first one to kick off the word game, she said as she bent down to release the velvet rope.
p.s. Happy Birthday to Mercedes Rose (that’s you Tonya)! I hope you and Godfather Scratch have an awesome day!
p.p.s. If anyone says January 25, I will say Tonya.
Tags: Things I over analyze, Things that require a side note
