8 Truths about Fashion Fitz
Myllie Writer tagged me and I thought it was some blight on my blog because I haven’t been posting enough. (Guilty conscience?)
Here are the rules: (You know them.)
Random Facts:
1. In real life my mom, sister and I all have the same shoe and ring sizes. My mom has great shoes and a lot of really expensive jewelry, and my sister shops, shall we say, *fashDisgust* discount. But as teenagers this oddity meant we had three times the jewels and shoes. Now it just means that if the dog pisses my shoes while I’m at their house, I’ll still have shoes to wear home.
2. I’m an unknown champion of a little known sport--leg wrestling. I found I had this talent around the age of 12. I leg wrestled my dad who is quite a burly dude, and I beat him. ELATION! In fact, I beat him three times in a row. Later, Dad’s friend came over to the house, a guy that worked out at the gym a lot, proud of his body...stance like Arnold Schwarzenegger, you know the type. Dad says, “So, Ronnie, why don’t you leg wrestle the kid, she’s pretty good.” Ronnie obliges with a smile, already visibly savoring victory over a 12 year old girl. BOOM...he’s over, mercilessly defeated by an 80 pound girl. The look on his face as he rights himself...astonishment mixed with the testosterone flush of a Goodyear Blimp-sized ego deflating. He growls that he wasn’t ready, rematch! There were 10 rematches in all, the 80 pound weakling won all of them. I think Ronnie carried his penis home in a purse that night.
3. As a party trick, I can fit a large doorknob in my mouth. And yes, if the guy wasn’t interested in me before that, oh hell yeah, he’s interested now. ;o)
4. Dream profession: singer. Dream voice: NO, relegated to singing my lungs out with the sunroof open.
5. & 6. My 8 pound toy poodle, Monet, has saved my life twice. One day I was walking him on our normal route down a country road. We get to a certain point on the tree-lined road and he just won’t budge. He’s normally very well-behaved, more obedient than any 2 year old child I know, and knows more tricks than a circus dog. So I tug, “C’mon, let’s get this done.” His bottom planted firmly on the road, his eyes peering at me like I’ve just escaped from the Funny Farm. Exasperated, I tell him to MOVE IT! At this point, he drags me off the road, just then a huge limb falls from a tree right onto the spot where we’d have been traveling if he’d let me continue the walk. No, I mean gargantuan, as in...kersplat! end of one woman and one tiny pooch. Let’s just say, I don’t second guess his judgment anymore. ;o)
Secondly, I’d just moved and took an older refrigerator with me. I’m getting ready for work one morning, and Monet won’t stop barking at the fridge. I look at the fridge and think, ah maybe he saw something under there, or his ball rolled under. I tell him to be quiet. He sits there silent for all of two seconds. Now he’s back on duty, barking his doggy arse off at the bottom of the fridge. Finally, I get on my hands and knees, two bare wires are rubbing together and sparking! The wall behind the fridge was over 200 year old barn wood. House fire averted, possessions intact, and dog...NOT dead....priceless. Yes, my dog is smarter than me, and yes, I get to use two numbers for this.
7. I seriously love bubblegum. No, I don’t love blowing bubbles, I just love chewing gum. Don’t even think about leaving a Juicy Fruit pack near me.
8. Escaped death more times than Evel Knievel.
I’d tag Montecore Babcock if it would make him write a post for Fashion Fitz. ;o)
Here are the rules: (You know them.)
Random Facts:
1. In real life my mom, sister and I all have the same shoe and ring sizes. My mom has great shoes and a lot of really expensive jewelry, and my sister shops, shall we say, *fashDisgust* discount. But as teenagers this oddity meant we had three times the jewels and shoes. Now it just means that if the dog pisses my shoes while I’m at their house, I’ll still have shoes to wear home.
2. I’m an unknown champion of a little known sport--leg wrestling. I found I had this talent around the age of 12. I leg wrestled my dad who is quite a burly dude, and I beat him. ELATION! In fact, I beat him three times in a row. Later, Dad’s friend came over to the house, a guy that worked out at the gym a lot, proud of his body...stance like Arnold Schwarzenegger, you know the type. Dad says, “So, Ronnie, why don’t you leg wrestle the kid, she’s pretty good.” Ronnie obliges with a smile, already visibly savoring victory over a 12 year old girl. BOOM...he’s over, mercilessly defeated by an 80 pound girl. The look on his face as he rights himself...astonishment mixed with the testosterone flush of a Goodyear Blimp-sized ego deflating. He growls that he wasn’t ready, rematch! There were 10 rematches in all, the 80 pound weakling won all of them. I think Ronnie carried his penis home in a purse that night.
3. As a party trick, I can fit a large doorknob in my mouth. And yes, if the guy wasn’t interested in me before that, oh hell yeah, he’s interested now. ;o)
4. Dream profession: singer. Dream voice: NO, relegated to singing my lungs out with the sunroof open.
5. & 6. My 8 pound toy poodle, Monet, has saved my life twice. One day I was walking him on our normal route down a country road. We get to a certain point on the tree-lined road and he just won’t budge. He’s normally very well-behaved, more obedient than any 2 year old child I know, and knows more tricks than a circus dog. So I tug, “C’mon, let’s get this done.” His bottom planted firmly on the road, his eyes peering at me like I’ve just escaped from the Funny Farm. Exasperated, I tell him to MOVE IT! At this point, he drags me off the road, just then a huge limb falls from a tree right onto the spot where we’d have been traveling if he’d let me continue the walk. No, I mean gargantuan, as in...kersplat! end of one woman and one tiny pooch. Let’s just say, I don’t second guess his judgment anymore. ;o)
Secondly, I’d just moved and took an older refrigerator with me. I’m getting ready for work one morning, and Monet won’t stop barking at the fridge. I look at the fridge and think, ah maybe he saw something under there, or his ball rolled under. I tell him to be quiet. He sits there silent for all of two seconds. Now he’s back on duty, barking his doggy arse off at the bottom of the fridge. Finally, I get on my hands and knees, two bare wires are rubbing together and sparking! The wall behind the fridge was over 200 year old barn wood. House fire averted, possessions intact, and dog...NOT dead....priceless. Yes, my dog is smarter than me, and yes, I get to use two numbers for this.
7. I seriously love bubblegum. No, I don’t love blowing bubbles, I just love chewing gum. Don’t even think about leaving a Juicy Fruit pack near me.
8. Escaped death more times than Evel Knievel.
I’d tag Montecore Babcock if it would make him write a post for Fashion Fitz. ;o)
Leg wrestling and door knob sucking. Did I stumble onto some fetish site? :)
Posted by
Montecore Babcock |
December 4, 2007 at 10:17 AM
Oh theres only one fetish on this site Monte, you know that.
Oh BTW love, you might want to change number 8. http://www.evelknievel.com/ Sorry to say Evel took the ultimate motorcycle jump of his life over that great ravine in the sky this past Friday Nov 30, at the age of 69 (oddly yer favorite number Loren)
Posted by
Harrd Rhode |
December 4, 2007 at 10:39 AM
Harrd Honeh,
Yes, ah knew Mr. Knievel had not dodged that one final bullet. Call it an homage to all the death-defying feats he managed to pull off and LIVE until the ripe old sextastic age of 69.
I'm going to hope he went out of a Viagra overdose while bungee jumping and um, well, use your lovely imagination. That, along with a toilet, is the way I plan to make my exit. Don't bother asking what the toilet has to do with it. ;o)
Posted by
Loren Fitzgerald |
December 4, 2007 at 12:56 PM