Om Powered tagged me with this one, the little minx.

This meme is all the rage of late!

Normally, I loathe memes because I just hate talking about myself so. You know, going on and on and on about what I think and things I’m doing and writing it all down and then getting all self-important and posting it somewhere online for anyone to read?

Jeez, I hate that.

Four jobs I've had:

Waitress at the Kangaroo Restaurant on Commonwealth Avenue in Boston

Usherette at Rocky Horror Picture Show in Allentown, PA

Front desk receptionist at resort in the Poconos

Playing an exotic dancer…I mean, a drug rep…for an industrial training film.

Four movies I could watch over and over:

Babette’s Feast

Sense and Sensibility

Pride and Prejudice (the one with Colin Firth)

Barton Fink, but really, anything Coen Brothers.

Four places I've lived:

Brookline, MA

South Philly near Pat’s and Geno’s

Grenoble, France

Frackville, PA

Four TV shows I love:

Daily Show

Brady Bunch

Absolutely Fabulous

Any travel shows

Four places I've vacationed:

Chincoteague, VA

San Juan Island, etc., WA

Nice, France

Jersey Shure

My four favorite dishes:

Halushki. Hello?

Coconut and pineapple curry


Creamed chipped beef on toast, but only when Amy makes it.

Four websites I visit daily:

Almost Quintessence …eh-hem…tap, tap, tap, tap.

Four places I'd rather be:


At Amy’s house in the basement snuggled up on her sofa watching movies and having her serve me food and then sit next to me smelling all herbal and stinky. In a good way.

At my sister’s house in her kitchen drinking coffee, listening to music, eating Cuffy’s Pizza, and I don’t care, it will always be Cuffy’s to me. And yes, I said coffee and pizza.

Late summer at the beach on Lake Ontario near Sandy Creek. The beach you can only get to by boat.

Four people I'm tagging:



Jor Bizarre

Ms. Dolce

I’m also giving an honorary tag to that woman in the Netherlands, but I’ve already tagged her once with a meme, and I don’t want to wear out my welcome. you know.


KK said...

You stinker! said...


Michael Plank said...

Sorry, honey, I reject your tag. You should know by now that I don't believe in fourplay. said...

No fourplay, huh?

Hmmmmm...then I'll tell Angelina and Selma Hayek to not come over tonight.

Julie Pippert said...

Further proof that not only do you NOT know who I am, you don't read me either...I tagged you with this very meme on Jan 19. [pout]

As it so happens, you are in good company.

I don't feel the love. ;)

That's okay, lots of fish in the sea. said...

What! You tagged me on this already?

I'm so embarrassed.

Well, just you wait becuase I have an entire blog entry on corn meal and my proof that God has a offbeat sense of humor, and I'm linking one of your blog entries in it.

See if you can guess which one.


Julie Pippert said...

You do that and I must MIGHT feel the love. ;)

Let's see...linking to the post about my heathen spawn children, that one? Wait until I have photos uploaded of my marker'd girl and the baby with the pink punk puffed tufty hair... :)

I'm so CORNY.

BTW, had to go and look, and lo and behold the corn entry was missing.
Never fear, my ego demanded I put it back immediately, just for me...I mean YOU. No idea how it got switched to draft.

Anonymous said...

I am a lurker (saw you on Julie's site).

You lived in Frackville--tell me, is it ever not sunny there? I used to drive down 81 to get to college and every time we went through Frackville, it was always sunny (except one time at night). I mean EVERY time. One time, it was pouring rain nearly the whole trip and my then-boyfriend said "It won't be sunny in Frackville this time." Just as we got to Frackville, the sun broke through. And once we were on the other side, it started raining again. It was really freaky. So we've pretty much decided that it must always be sunny in Frackville.

Actually, don't tell me if it's not always sunny--I like my little world of oblivion. said...

I'll only say this:

whatever the weather in Schuylkill County, it's always warmer in Frackville.


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