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fun to be tagged

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yes it is fun to be tagged... but i hate to tag people. but i will, it's just a hang-up considering what other people might think or feel. if i tag someone who doesn't want to do it. that's not my problem is it?

First, the rules.
Link to the person that tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

1. i like artichokes. i'm having one right now with a baked potato. i am dipping the leaves in drawn butter and lime juice. i don't know why i like food that requires work to eat. like getting the meat out of crab and lobster claws...

2. i don't like drinking water at all; never have. but living in los angeles where it is like zero humidity, i force myself to drink at least a few glasses a day when i can remember. because i particularly do not enjoy the symptoms of dehydration.

3. this may not be unimportant but it's true. i love people.

4. i don't like living alone but i do it well. betcha didn't know that.

5. i never read newspapers and didn't watch the news until recently. i think i am trying to figure out what is wrong with the world. it is in a sorry state. that's just my opinion.

6. secretly, i think if i were elected king of the earth, i could straighten things out. more on what i would do elsewhere.

pheew... that wasn't so bad. now, the hard part. who to pick that won't mind and will do as i did.


I’m tagging the following bloggers:
rocio

naomi

leonard

barbara

marcus

bill

apparently the hyperlink button doesn't work as it is supposed to ... but i guess this will do.




it turns out that the potato with grated cheddar cheese, butter, sour cream and scallion rounds won my heart more than the heart of the artichoke. good meal.




tagged

five things hmmmmm rare information?

in the seventh grade i had to call a fellow student out
to the field of battle. i had warned him and this was the third time
and he did it when i was strolling all cool in the hall with a girl
he messed up my hair again.
we met on the field of honor that day after school
i had to teach him a lesson. after i boxed him for a few minutes
he got a bloody nose.

that's one.

after a long mudfight and beebee gun skirmish
i walked into our house
my brother was behind the door and told me to reach
i reached and my mouth fell open in surprise
he pulled the trigger and to this day i still have a beebee
in my tongue. i had him for a slave for a whole week
if i had told my father it would have been very bad
for him. i kept it a secret.

that's two

i've been arrested about seven times in my life
usually for nothing very important. for example,
i spent about two weeks in the mazatlan 'el grande'
in mexico for swimming naked at the beach.
the eighth time a cop tried to arrest me
i resisted arrest and evaded capture in woodstock, n.y., 1966
three....
and four....
in rockport washington, in 1999 i opened a restaurant
and ran it single-handedly working 22 hours a day for 21 days in
a row. my waitresses were barefoot local teens.
if you want to see the menu of the 'fish in and bluebird gallery'
go to my website.

and finally,
you'd never have guessed this but it's true.
women like me.