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***Thank you Moon.

101 Tidbits About Me

1. My name is not Queenie.
2. My middle name is Marie.
3. I grew-up in a small town.
4. I don't live there, anymore.
5. I love coffee.
6. I have brown eyes.
7. I have two kids.
8. I am the best euchre player I know.
9. I do not like pizza.
10. McCain pizza between two slices of bread with mayo is acceptable.
11. I like the fact I have a vulgar mouth.
12. I wear Navy Perfume.
13. I love Mini-Eggs.
14. I have different change containers all over my house. They do not make me rich.
15. I would marry Jay Leno.
16. Mrs. Houting was my favorite teacher.
17. People like my laugh.
18. I can be an expert bitch.
19. I make people feel comfortable in my home by putting my feet up on my coffee table.
20. I love the rain.
21. I have as much fun with bubble gum as I can to see how long it takes before people are annoyed with me.
22. I like watching ants.
23. Or looking at the clouds.
24. Matchbox 20 makes me feel fantastic.
25. So do Flakies.
26. I scored over 8 million the third time I played Bookworm.
27. I cry a lot. But I am never really sad.
28. I loved listening to George Michael with Heather.
29. I have a mailbox in my kitchen.
30. I do not often miss people.
31. I think I am funny. So do some other people.
32. I once stole an apartment.
33. The first one I paid for was in Tillsonburg.
34. "Only" by Winstom Groom is the second best book I ever read.
35. "Anya" by Susan Fromberg Schaeffer sickened me. Every word was worth it.
36. I am reading 5 books right now.
37. I still read "Charlotte's Web" once a year.
38. Danielle Steele can often be found as my bathtub book. And I am actually kind of embarrassed to admit it.
39. I love to read.
40. I cannot own a library card.
41. I used to swallow stones in Kindergarten.
42. Stephanie was my best friend then.
43. I don't like dogs.
44. People I do not know tell me their problems.
45. It is because I want to hear people's stories.
46. I love Quebec City.
47. I am almost half as good at Jeopardy as my mother. She knows every answer.
48. I can talk myself into or out of doubts.
49. I do not care if Milli Vanilli lip-synched.
50. I wish I could force myself to touch a live worm.
51. I would eat a live worm for $50, 000.
52. Everything has a price; except the stuff in my home.
53. I miss playing Yahtzee with my Grandmother.
54. I am not good at riddles.
55. Because I am a blunt person.
56. But I can manipulate situations with ease.
57. I hitch-hiked a lot as a teenager.
58. I am most comfortable in organized clutter.
59. I can be obnoxious.
60. I could not ride a bike until I was 7 years old.
61. Some of the letters I write to people never make it into their hands.
62. I don't eat breakfast.
63. Unless there is a birthday to celebrate.
64. I am not going to win the lottery ever.
65. But I will make 5 million dollars.
66. My house is only clean the way I like it for about 25 minutes a day.
67. I try to make it for the last 25 minutes of daylight.
68. I think the reason I am smart is because I am an insomniac.
69. I do not like candy.
70. I can change a carburetor on a 1977 Bronco(it was actually a 1977 1/2).
71. Everyone I know wants to be in my blogs.
72. I only include who I want to.
73. I have been writing for fun since I was in Grade One.
75. I love to sing, but I am horrible at it.
76. I pick my nose.
77. I know my faults.
78. I want to be Jake's friend.
79. I used to be "Grandpa's Little Newfie".
80. Morgan's father will forever scare me.
81. I grew-up on Oak Street.
82. I have not ate mulberries since I was 11.
83. My kids will always have a bedtime. I like it too much.
84. I hate tobogganing.
85. I once saw a wild moose.
86. I have been arrested on the phone for stealing a shovel.
87. It was not a prank phone call. I like giving and receiving them.
88. I have no desire to ever go skinny-dipping.
89. But I want to jump out of a plane.
90. My dishes do not match the decor in my kitchen. It is bugging me.
91. I do not like music video television stations.
92. My temporary roommate is moving out tomorrow.
93. I would never paint a room pink.
94. But I have painted a room orange.
95. I do not have a favorite colour. They all have something wonderful about them.
96. Adam was the first boy I ever kissed. I was in Grade One. He had orange hair.
97. I knock before entering my children's bedroom.
98. I bite my fingernails.
99. I remember biting my toenails when I was 4.
100. I think I have told you enough.
101. I have to go clean now.






Comments

Moon_1178 said…
Heya Queenie, you're very welcome. Couple of questions, though... How the hell do you steal an apartment?? I only ask cause I have tried to do it two or three times, but I could never make it fit under my shirt. And the library card thing... I can completely vouch for you ~ that whole unfortunate library incident in New Mexico was NOT your fault.

Fondly, ~Carissa
Queenie said…
I was 16. I told the people moving out I was the new tenant. They were stupid boys. They gave me the keys. I lived there for a month and a half before I started to wonder why I never had a landlord visit me. You think the other tenants would have said something...

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