This time, it's seven. Ms. Cornelius tagged me with something fun, here it is.
But first, you know how you see these memes and first you scroll down to the bottom to see if you were tagged? I shall dispense with that. I don't know who to tag. Do you do memes? Does any of this sound appealing or fun to you? Do it. I tag you. Answer just one question. Answer it with one answer or eighty. It's not that I don't care, I just don't know who needs the material.
There, the pressure is off. Read.
Seven Books (Or Series) That I Love
A Tree Grows In Brooklyn
The Little House Series
Savage Inequalities
Oscar Brockett’s History of The Theatre
Young Oxford Companion To The Supreme Court
David Sederis’ Naked
Mr. Darcy Takes A Wife (only for the present, can’t see reading this more than once)
Seven of my Favorite Movies (Or series)
Raising Arizona
Waiting for Guffman
Shawshank Redemption
Coal Miner’s Daughter
The whole 80’s John Hughes Teen Series
The Whole Hugh Grant Snooty/Silly Genre
Seven Things I Just Can’t Do (Or Don’t Wanna)
Find a more appealing career
Give up any of the nerd season activities that take up every weekend of my life for the next couple of months (Because, really, I love it. No matter how often I have to remind myself)
Cut down on coffee
Have hair that I have to “fix” for more than 2 min
Cut down on cell phone minutes
Stop correcting subject/verb agreement in conversation
Stop the happy cry. It’s a curse that has befallen me since I turned 30. I don’t get it, but I can’t avoid it.
Seven Things to Do Before I Die
Either create from my body or get enough money to pay people to care for me when I am old and mean so that my death is not simply heralded by the smell of my dead body coming from a sad apartment.
Develop a stash of knitted gifts so I am never taken by surprise and always have something special to give.
Direct or act in a stage adaptation of a Marx Brothers Musical (I get more like Margaret Dumond with every year—I think she might be the total realization of my character actor type)
Take a team to We The People Nationals
Perfect an instrument enough to be able to sing and play at the same time
Find the perfect sweater pattern to knit
Become so thin that my head looks too large for my body (perhaps I should just get a bigger head)
Seven Things That Attracted Me to Blogging
Vanity, the ridiculous vanity of it all.
The intersection of technology and vanity
It was free!
To have the luxury of answering those “tell me what you’ve been up to” emails with a simple URL.
Geez, I am vain.
It’s nice to not have to email silly links to everyone anymore
To see if I could write
Seven Things I Say Most Often
Holy Mother of Crap!!!
Is the coffee done?
This isn’t going away, friends
I need you to listen…everyone…even you (“who, me?” In a fake voice) Yes, even you.
Crap Agnes!!!
Sorry I’m late
There ain’t a guilty man in Shawshank, is there?
Seven Impractical Things I Think Would Be Really Cool Anyway
Lifetime standing pedicure appointments!
My very own teacher nerd camp that I totally plan, complete with social activities
Taking all my days of leave
Making learning the only priority in education! (stolen from Ms Cornelius)
Following Lyle Lovett on tour until he realizes that he loves me
Lunch breaks in teaching long enough to chew and perhaps accomplish an errand
That one summer where I hit the road in a 1979 Vanagon and sing folk songs across the land (that or buying the world a Coke. You know, just to keep it company).
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To see if I could write
You can.
"Well 11 Million later I was sitting at the bar,
I bought the house a double and the waitress a new car
Dwight Yoakam's in the corner, trying to catch my eye
Lyle Lovett's right beside me with his hand upon my thigh..."
Thanks, Jim.
Ms C, The very first time I ever heard that song, I swear to you that the lyrics had Chris Isaak rather than Dwight Yoakam. I have no way of proving it, but that's the version that rattles about in my head.
Well I would go for Chris waaaay before Dwight-- any man who wears a hat that often is hidin' sumpin', and if you've ever watched Sling Blade, you know what that is in Dwight's case.
I like your version better. But you gotta love Lyle.
You said if I've seen Slingblade?
Dear me, we are kin under the skin. Let's do nerd camp and frighten other teachers!
I know! Let's teach the world to sing!
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