One. Word.


I got tagged in this game, and now am going to play.

One Word

Not as easy as you might think!

1. Where is your cell phone? Purse

2. Your significant other? Arnold

3. Your hair? Disheveled

4. Your mother? Survivor

5. Your father? Married

6. Your favorite thing? Sleep

7. Your dream last night? Forgettable

8. Your favorite drink? Water

9. Your dream/goal? Unfound

10. The room you’re in? Family

11. Your ex? Somewhere

12. Your fear? Widowhood

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Content

14. Where were you last night? Festival

15. What you’re not? Debt-free

16. Muffins? Naaahh

17. One of your wish list items? Apple!

18. Where you grew up? Michigan

19. The last thing you did? Read

20. What are you wearing? Glasses

21. Your TV? Basement

22. Your pets? Three

23. Your computer? Full

24. Your life? Good

25. Your mood? Fair

26. Missing someone? No

27. Your car? Old

28. Something you’re not wearing? Socks

29. Favorite Store? Target.

30. Your summer? Fundraising

31. Like someone? Definitely

32. Your favorite color? Yellow

33. When is the last time you laughed? Ummm?

34. Do you cry a lot? Easily

35. Who will/would re-post this? Nobody


No Time for This

A friend of mine just TAGGED me with a “ONE WORD” game. This is just so not fair!

I’m sitting here eating a plate of leftover green beans and hashbrown casserole ( I didn’t want to cook) from a MOPS dinner earlier in the week, trying to check emails and see if anyone had donated to my Leukemia & Lymphoma Society fundraiser. I was going to quick look up the 4 mile run I created on Map My Run and go head out. But no, I had to get tagged! And being the kind who loves to play games I had to read it.

I’m not going to repost the game–yet. I am going to go for my run, and then try to get some fundraising done. After that, I’m going to find a way to fill the rest of my afternoon before getting ready for a date with my DH. We’re going to dinner with friends and then see Spamalot! THAT I will make time for.

I’ll get you for this Rain. I don’t know how; I don’t know when– but I’ll tag you with something and it’s going to mess with your plans too. [cue sinister laugh: bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha]

Blog-tag…but at least my computer wasn’t being a poopy-head

That is about the most unimaginative title ever! but it’s tag, so what can a body do? I was tagged to play a blog game. The rules were this:

1) Open a book– any book, so long as it has at least 123 pages– to page 123.

2) Go to the 5th sentence.

3) Write down the next three sentences here and tag five other bloggers to do the same.

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Well, I grabbed the first book within reach with more than 123 pages (a copy of the NIV Bible) and this particular printing landed me somewhere in Joshua. God was instructing Joshua on how to mount some sort of ambush. It would work for this, but somehow lacks a level of amusement for a game of blog tag. So I’m grabbing a book I’ve been trying to get through– started it a couple of times: The Scarlet Letter. It surely has a higher level of humor than the Bible, don’t you think?

As the opening sentence is not complete, I’ll start counting after that… Now the rules are a bit vague (vaaayyyge, ok Lorraine?) does sentence 5 count, or start at the sixth? Blog tag is not as easy as one would think. Or, am I over-thinking it? Moving on, I shall count through number five, because I want to… so there! …(Holy cats! these sentences are paragraphs long, I think I may be to page 124 before I find the end of five.)

“It was immediately responded to by a light, airy, childish laugh, in which, with a thrill of the heart–but he knew not whether of exquisite pain, or pleasure as acute– he recognized the tones of little Pearl.

“Pearl! Little Pearl!” cried he, after a moment’s pause; then suppressing his voice–“Hester! Hester Prynne! Are you there?”

“Yes! it is Hester Prynne!” she replied, in a tone of surprise; and the minister heard her footsteps approaching from the side-walk, along which she had been passing.”

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Now, as I have no one to tag. The game ends here; unless you dear reader pick up the baton and run. Better still, pick up the book and READ!