I Know How to Make President Bush Smart!

I have finally figured out a way to make our boy W seem smart.

Y'see, it started when I was watching Prince William and Prince Harry (secretly known as the Royal Hotties...oh shoot, now it's not a secret!) doing their interview on TV the other night. And I realized how intelligent people sound when they speak with an English accent. Even little kids.

Ergo, President Bush should begin speaking with an English accent. He will start to sound like he actually knows what he's talking about, and -- since Ryan says the accent might give people the impression that W is, as the British say, "a puff" -- it will endear him to a new section of the voting population.

Voila! I present to you: Operation Bangers and Mash.

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Doing that blog tag thing the other day got me to thinking of other weird factoids about myself. Such as, I never take off my watch. Seriously, it's waterproof and I never have a reason to remove it unless I feel like wearing another watch. Which isn't often, since my preferred one matches with everything. I don't know...it's always been a thing with me and my watch. I like being able to see what time it is if I wake up in the middle of the night. I like being able to see what time it is when I'm in the shower. But, just to show that I'm not a COMPLETE slave to habit, I have stopped wearing my watch upside-down (with the dial on the bottom of my wrist instead of on the top). My old one was getting scratched up while I typed at work. Ryan hates my watch. He said it pulls out his (meager) stomach hair when we cuddle at night. Feh.

Another weird thing about me....I have a total phobia of walking in front of someone pushing a shopping cart. Bad experiences when I was little, coupled with an inattentive little sister at the store, have left me with a fear of having my Achilles tendons driven through the fronts of my ankles. Just the other day I was walking home and there was someone behind me with a shopping cart. I felt apprehensive the whole time I crossed the street. I just can't stand that feeling of knowing something with wheels is behind me!

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Well, there will be another long stretch without blogs...we leave for our Appalachian Trail adventure at Buttcrack A.M. on Saturday and don't return until July 8. I'll update you on the trip when we get back!

Tagged...

OK, Lulu tagged me and I promised I'd do it because I haven't been blogging as much. So here it is.

The rules: Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those who are tagged need to write on their own blog their own 7 random facts as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven other people and list their names on your blog. Then you leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.

7 Random Facts:
1. I can come up with 7 random facts about myself in my head while I'm walking to work, and then forget them all when I sit down to type them out.

2. I'm a total armchair critic. I don't mean I criticize armchairs, that would just be silly. Unless, of course, the armchair is being insolent and deserves it. Then it's totally merited. What I mean is that I love watching Idol and other such things on TV (or in person) and giving my own critique. It's funny when about 75 percent of the time, the judges on Idol say exactly the same thing I just said a minute before, such as that the person had no dynamics or intonation was off or whatever. On the flip side, I don't really like exposing my talents to people for their critiques. ;0) Not that I can't handle it, it's just that I like to keep my bubble intact.

3. I'm always coming up with ideas and inventions, none of which I ever do anything about beyond mentally conceiving them. Examples: the heated motorcycle helmet, and a bumper sticker that says "Geologists are gneiss."

4. "Bad" things seem to happen to me all at once. Like they want to get it over with in one fell swoop, so they all happen in the same day. For example, I blogged not too long ago about how I had to wait in a Jamba Juice for 20 minutes, only to get the wrong size drink and drop it on the ground outside before stepping in gum. This morning I happened to drop my keys in the dumpster in our complex. I was throwing away a bag of used cat litter, and had my keys in the same hand (the other hand was occupied with purse, a set of clothes and my tote bag full of sheet music for rehearsal tonight). Luckily, Thursday is garbage day and the dumpster had just been emptied. Still, the keys landed in the inch of slime/gunk (slunk?) on the bottom, and I had to climb halfway in to retrieve them. Extra upsetting was the fact that I had just gotten out of the shower 15 minutes before. I hastily made use of the Lysol disinfectent wipes I had in the kitchen. But anyway, I just came back from lunch break and guess what happened again? No, I didn't drop my keys in the garbage, thanks for going there. No, I stepped in gum! GRR. And it was all extra moist and gooey, and that reallymintyblue kind. Argh. I had to use my hands to get it off because it got all up on the side of my shoe. Now, you might say that I seem to be clutzy or whatever. Partly true, I admit, but I also allege that there is some kind of "bad stuff" magnet out there, and sometimes it finds me! I have to admit that I got really mad at whoever decided to spit their gum out on the sidewalk instead of throw it in the garbage.

5. I hate doing performance evaluations at work. They are annoying, time intensive and can be so personal. Especially when you have to tell an employee that basically they are crap. My life would be so much easier without them. The evals, I mean, not the employee. Although...

6. Sometimes I'm fascinated with other people's conversations in public places. I know. I can't help it.

7. I love e-mail. I love it more than the phone or going across the room to talk to someone. I realize this is considered "unhealthy" and that I am a product of the technology generation. But e-mail is so easy. I can read it when I want. If someone sends me something I don't want to deal with, I can delete it and "oops, I never got it." I can save them into different folders and keep everything organized for reference. I can even e-mail myself with reminders! I heart e-mail. Sometimes I doodle "Mrs. Kim E-mail" in my notebooks. Kidding. Sort of. ;0)

Well, that's it. And I don't know anyone on blogger who hasn't already been tagged! Sorry!