Five Subjects Meme (from liam_did_it and verbal_vomit_1)
Jeez, I haven't even got this eljay beast all the way set up and I'm already doing memes, thanks to Marcus and the Chuckster.
The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
So I got ...
Glorious mud puddles: Guess a Montana mud-puddle would seem glorious compared to what you could find in New York City. I live on a horse ranch, and when you've got paddocks and pastures where a bunch of big hooved animals have been running around and cropping the grass, what else are you gonna get after a rainstorm? Some of those puddles would qualify as good-sized ponds if they were a little deeper. I was never sure if Mam was more annoyed with us for tearing up the landscape or getting coated.
Idiot twindom: Yeah, that be us. Marcus and I got dubbed the Idiot Twins at an early age because of all the goofy we'd get up to. But Mam could've come up with a much worse nickname. You should hear some of the things she's called Da over the years.
Dinosaurs: RAWR. MY TYRANNOSAUR EAT YOUR AUTOBOT. OMNOMNOM.
Snipe hunts: Ohhhhhh man. [locked] Yeah, the hands used to think it was a good idea to send us off hunting snipe when they wanted us out of the way, but that came to a grinding halt after Uncle Robin helped us actually find one. I thought Da was gonna have a spasm. Good thing we showed him first. [/locked]
Secrets: Yeah, we've shared a few, haven't we? Just between us, cuz.
Our wedding: I'm assuming you mean when we were five. Does it count as a wedding if the groom is screaming and running away from the bride?
Pillow forts: I remember when we used to haul every pillow and cushion in the whole loft into the living room and stack them all up. Then of course we had to throw sheets over them for a roof. Drove Alisha nuts.
Black and white cookies: Okay, I'll confess. I discovered these things while visiting family in New York and got addicted. They're called cookies, but they're really kinda like a flat cupcake with half covered in chocolate and half in vanilla frosting. One year when I was in NYC for my birthday, I asked Aunt Cait to make these for me instead of a regular cake. NOM.
None of my barbies have heads: What can I say, Chuck? At that age, getting kissed by a girl demands retribution. Besides, we had to feed the dinosaurs something. And we gave the heads back.
... Marcus, we did give the heads back, didn't we?
Elevator bingo: Heh. Is it elevator bingo or more like elevator slapjack? Either way, it's earned us a bunch of glares over the years from people in your building.
The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
So I got ...
Glorious mud puddles: Guess a Montana mud-puddle would seem glorious compared to what you could find in New York City. I live on a horse ranch, and when you've got paddocks and pastures where a bunch of big hooved animals have been running around and cropping the grass, what else are you gonna get after a rainstorm? Some of those puddles would qualify as good-sized ponds if they were a little deeper. I was never sure if Mam was more annoyed with us for tearing up the landscape or getting coated.
Idiot twindom: Yeah, that be us. Marcus and I got dubbed the Idiot Twins at an early age because of all the goofy we'd get up to. But Mam could've come up with a much worse nickname. You should hear some of the things she's called Da over the years.
Dinosaurs: RAWR. MY TYRANNOSAUR EAT YOUR AUTOBOT. OMNOMNOM.
Snipe hunts: Ohhhhhh man. [locked] Yeah, the hands used to think it was a good idea to send us off hunting snipe when they wanted us out of the way, but that came to a grinding halt after Uncle Robin helped us actually find one. I thought Da was gonna have a spasm. Good thing we showed him first. [/locked]
Secrets: Yeah, we've shared a few, haven't we? Just between us, cuz.
Our wedding: I'm assuming you mean when we were five. Does it count as a wedding if the groom is screaming and running away from the bride?
Pillow forts: I remember when we used to haul every pillow and cushion in the whole loft into the living room and stack them all up. Then of course we had to throw sheets over them for a roof. Drove Alisha nuts.
Black and white cookies: Okay, I'll confess. I discovered these things while visiting family in New York and got addicted. They're called cookies, but they're really kinda like a flat cupcake with half covered in chocolate and half in vanilla frosting. One year when I was in NYC for my birthday, I asked Aunt Cait to make these for me instead of a regular cake. NOM.
None of my barbies have heads: What can I say, Chuck? At that age, getting kissed by a girl demands retribution. Besides, we had to feed the dinosaurs something. And we gave the heads back.
... Marcus, we did give the heads back, didn't we?
Elevator bingo: Heh. Is it elevator bingo or more like elevator slapjack? Either way, it's earned us a bunch of glares over the years from people in your building.