The fabulous Stephanie tagged me to complete this meme. So lucky you! Two memes in February! Woo!
The rules were, basically (I think): They have to be facts no one knows about you. You have to tag 10 people when you’re done.
But I am never one to follow rules, ha! I break rules. I live on the edge! That’s why I’m only going to tag 3 people when I’m done. Take THAT you silly rule makers!
And now, I bare my soul:
1. I used to love Menudo. No, not the nasty tripe stew Menudo! Menudo, the Puerto Rican boy band that Ricky Martin used to be in. Menudo is one reason I learned Spanish. I mean, if you’re going to marry a Menudo member and live in Puerto Rico, you should speak the language. Verdad? Claro que si!
2. I used to love speaking Spanish, but now it’s just a chore, part of my job, and sometimes I’m resentful about it. And, surprisingly, not resentful at all towards the Spanish speakers who refuse to learn English; I’m actually resentful towards the people who want me to be in 8 different places at the same time, translating things I don’t know all the vocabulary words to. Y eso es tanto loco. Loco, yo dijo!
3. I take naps at work. Just 10 minute ones, on my lunch break. I’ve thought about bringing in a nap pillow, but then I don’t want to have to explain to any of my coworkers why I have a nap pillow. Plus, they might ask to borrow it and I don’t want their cooties on my nap pillow.
4. I love the color pink. Officially, I’m morally opposed to it on feminist, it-sends-the-wrong-message-to-girls grounds. But I actually kind of quite like pink. Especially next to the color brown. In fact, I wish I had a pink & brown polka dotted dress. I would wear it every weekend in the spring. It would drive Charles crazy–pink & brown polka dots; driving Charles crazy. My 2 new favorite things!
I’m heading over to Ebay to see if I can find one of those dresses, right! now!
5. I look like Elaine Benis from Seinfeld when I dance. I don’t care; I dance anyway.
6. When I was in 1st grade, a little red-headed boy named Todd used to chase me around all over the place. And then one day, he kissed me in the classroom while everyone else was out on the playground. I don’t remember why we were in the classroom when we should have been on the playground. There certainly wasn’t a teacher around. Today, that’d be a lawsuit waiting to happen.
But back in 1979, it just got Todd a slap in the face. And then he said he liked this other 1st grade girl better than me. And I said fine, I don’t care! But I was secretly crushed.
7. I hate peas. I hate peas with a deep, deep, unabiding passion. Peas are not for me. Most definitely not, no siree. I will not eat them on a plane, I will not eat them in the rain. I will not eat those icky peas, I will not eat them if you please.
8. I also don’t eat anything that moos. But I’m lax in my convictions. At my favorite restaurant, this one gaucho Brazilian steakhouse place that makes the most awesome chocolate martinis? If I have enough chocolate martinis in me, I’ll eat some steak. And I’ll think it tastes good, much better, in fact, than those bacon-wrapped chicken thingies they have.
But no veal! And no lamb! I don’t eat babies. I do have standards.
9. Sometimes I say I’m going to work out at the gym, but then I end up reading in Barnes & Noble or Borders for an hour or two. Barnes & Noble is nowhere NEAR my gym and the only Borders near me is in another town altogether.
I should feel guilty about this, but usually? Nah.
10. I don’t think I call or email my friends enough.
Now for the tagging: everyone who wishes to complete this on their own blog, please consider yourself tagged. Ready, set…..GO!
Oooh! Would you look at that. I am wild! Wild, I say! By tagging a possibly unlimited number of people instead of 3, I just broke my own rule that I made when I broke the rules!
Somebody reign me in!
I never really got into Menudo, but after seeing that photo, it makes me want to….
This list was just fine. But now I’m mad, because you know where *I* was in 1979? *I* was being a senior in high school in 1979-80.
A senior! I could have been your…babysitter! Or very, VERY young mother.
So your damn meme made me smile. For just a tiny while, because the rest of the time I was feeling all seniory. And old.
I think I’m PMSing. Or maybe I’m starting MENOPAUSE. Isn’t that what old women do?
I’ve got cabin fever.
that guy in the white shirt in the very back of the menudo poster looks like scott baio. if scott baio were latino, i bet he would have been in menudo. we already know he can totally sing!
i forever have an image in my head of little amy with long pig tails curling up with a good book listening to menudo while her mom and bro go out for a walk in a storm that turns into a hail storm that turns into making little amy bleed until she goes back, crying, to her menudo album.
i think it is sooo awesome that you speak spanish. and that you teach ESL. i think ESL teachers are the coolest teachers in the building. i really do. i would like to speak spanish and be the coolest teacher in the building.
i like pink, too. i have some pink dress pants that i sometimes wear with a brown shirt. it is my favorite.
the first meal my husband ever cooked for me was macaroni and cheese stirred together with tuna and…PEAS.
Ohhh, sorry - I need to go back and look at the picture of Menudo again. I totally forgot what I was going to write. Dammit.
Okay - back now. Nevermind.
I like pink & brown, too. I don’t think that’s entirely weird either. Ohhhh - I have the perfect dress. Remember the one Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman? Well, buy that (I’m sure Hollywood would sell it for less than $100K) and dye each little dot pink. Too much trouble? Eh, wear a pink shirt with brown pants. Thereyago; your Martha Stewart tip of the day. Don’t say I never helped.
pink, no moo food, dancing like elaine, no peas — that i can deal with. menudo, however, is a different matter altogether. someone should take away your membership card to something.
These ten facts have conformed what I thought all along. You are a closet serial killer, a horrible human being and a menace to your community.
Menudo listening, Todd-kissing commie, pinko, ferrener-loving troublemaker.
Stephanie: My Menudo fave was Charlie Masso Rivera, the boy in the blue shirt. Because I was 13 and he was 16, which meant he could DRIVE! And that was hot.
Later I switched loyalties to a new boy who joined the group. I was fickle, fickle, fickle.
Kay: If it makes you feel any better? My birthday was last week and when I told the little kids I work with how old I was, the general reaction was this:
look of horror GASP!!! hands clasped over mouth THAT’S OLDER THAN MY MOM!!!
Kids are weird.
Patresa: Did you throw up after eating your husband’s first cooked meal? Because I would have thrown up. How in the world does one say to oneself: “Hey! You know what would taste awesome? If I mixed this macaroni & cheese with some kind of meat…how about…tuna! and then we need some vegetables. Hmmmm….vegetables. Ooh! How about these canned PEAS?! Yeah. That’ll ROCK!”
Yack, P! Yack, yack, yack. Remind me never to eat dinner at your house when your spouse is in charge of the menu.
CM: I do remember that dress from PRETTY WOMAN. In fact, I think that’s the dress I was thinking of when I was thinking of going to Ebay. But then I ended up at Target. Back to square one.
But thanks for your Martha Stewart ideas!
BF: Is it bad if I don’t have a membership card to anything? I’m not much of a joiner.
Oh fine, fine, fine! Here. Take my Ricky Martin fan club card.
I am mortified.
Phoenix: Have you been talking to my brother?! And what’s a ferrener? I’m going to google that and if it’s something embarrassing, I’m going to have Chad send you an email. I’m not sure what I’ll have Chad send you an email about, but it’ll be annoying, that’s for sure.
(What is wrong with your comments? I have been trying to leave you comments on your blog for almost 24 hours) (not 24 hours straight in a row; that would be weird) (weird like my brother)
What I remember most about Menudo is that my babysitters (the teenage girls in my neighborhood) were OBSESSED with them. And Ricky Martin was on GH for awhile, and I HATED him. Still not in love with his music, but he’s involved in a lot of humanitarian efforts, so I’ve got to give him that.
Amy, ferrener = foreigner and my commenst seem to be working for others. Hmmmm.