Ten Things I Hate About Me*

1. That my eyesight would've rendered me a casualty of Darwin's theory had I been born before the advent of modern optometry.

2. That I hate talking on the phone.

3. That my hair is too sparse and thin to attractively accomodate the bangs I really need to cover my big forehead.

4. That I am inherently lazy.

5. That verbal expressions of love, sympathy, regret or contrition flow from me like sludge.

6. That I cannot do simple math.

7. That I am persona non grata in public libraries all over the tri state area due to the grotesque nature of my overdue fines.

8. That I am not inherently thoughtful.

9. That, when it comes to house keeping, I am about as effective as a slug--I am slow, I rarely get anything done, and I am more likely than not to leave a nasty residue.

10. That I don't regularly tell my husband how much I love him: for his selflessness; his intelligence; his humor; his contributions to this family; and for the way he has helped me become the person I was always meant to be.

*Meme courtesy of Chicken and Cheese. Go ahead, try it yourself. Spread the self-loathing.

Comments

  1. JeneNovember 8, 2006 at 6:05 PM

    i don't know, we have a lot in common. except that i have had eye surgery. :)

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  2. ChrisNovember 8, 2006 at 6:23 PM

    Well, sounds like someone got some lovin' last night.

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  3. LaurenNovember 8, 2006 at 6:36 PM

    Number 5 is a positive quality, in all aspects.

    And Chris, stop telling us about your sex life. ;)

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  4. LaurenNovember 8, 2006 at 7:43 PM

    Oooh, I just surfed onto your blog from the NaBloPoMo randomizer. That is SO exciting!! :)

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  5. AnonymousNovember 9, 2006 at 5:57 AM

    In reference to 9, You know what you need? Roomba. They're not so expensive these days and it vacuums all by itself. I have one and I love it. I highly recommend getting one. I just pick a room each day and lock him in there, and when I return he's vacuumed it and is sitting there waiting to go back on the charger. And now you can get Scooba, who mops. I am so getting one of those too. I *hate* mopping!

    I'm just trying to visit as many of the NaBloPoMo blogs as I can and I thought I'd say hi, I liked your blog.. :)

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  6. AnonymousNovember 9, 2006 at 6:39 AM

    Glad you found the meme, I was thinking of you! I don't know about you, but this one was disturbingly easy for me ...

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  7. T.November 9, 2006 at 7:31 AM

    Scary, really. I think you might be my doppleganger.

    And number 9, well, that's just a sad fact of my life. Why bother cleaning when all I'm really doing is smearing the dirt around?

    I always did love make mud patties...

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  8. BinkytownNovember 9, 2006 at 9:05 AM

    I can't do simple math either- it's so embarassing. I whip out my calculator when I'm shopping to try and figure out what the price is if something is on sale. Someone must have dropped me on my head when I was a baby..

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  9. Mrs. ChickyNovember 9, 2006 at 9:47 AM

    Wow, apparently we were separated at birth except for that eyesight thing. And the fact that I'm like a gazillion years older than you.

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  10. AmyNovember 9, 2006 at 6:01 PM

    I was thinking the same thing chris said. I think you are very thoughtful, and would never know that its not natural.

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  11. HeatherNovember 10, 2006 at 8:06 PM

    Don't forget to do the opposite of this meme...10 things you like about you.

    Tried to post on your above post and couldn't. So... Um. Wow. I'm sorry. That really stinks.

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  12. KarenNovember 14, 2006 at 6:05 PM

    I always considered overdue fines to be my little way of donating to the library.

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  13. toyfotoNovember 20, 2006 at 7:37 PM

    See, this list could be mine. But your husband's list, sadly, would never be my husband's list. Not in a million years.

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