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Thursday, March 24, 2011

A new blog game of Tag

I invented a new Blogger game. Ok, so what you do is answer 26 questions. They are pretty random but the cool part is each question starts with the letters of the alphabet in order starting from A. You don’t have to tag anyone, it is completely voluntary.

I call it the “ABC’s of me” catchy huh?

So don’t change the questions, but be creative in your answers.

(A) Age: 37… gaaa… uh. Nevermind. That’s actually a pretty good age.

(B) Bed Size: King size. It doesn’t really matter to me as I get a strip on the left side that is 7’ long and 1’ wide. The boy sleeps in the middle. I told Traci that when she is the short one in the middle, that Andrew is going to have to start sleeping in his own bed.

(C) Chore You Hate: Picking up dog shit. we have 2 pugs that create more crap then a cattle farm.

(D) Dogs? Speak of the devils. 2 Pugs. The boy dog pissed on my guitar today. Hell hath rain down on him. He spent 8 hours in solitary confinement while I fed the girl dog sausages in front of him.

(E) Essential Start Your Day Item: Ass scratch. I am forced to get up every morning at 4:30 to let the loudmouth fur-kids outside to crap. Sometimes I go back to sleep, sometimes I don’t.

(F) Favourite Color: red. no green. um. I have no idea really. depends.

(G) Gold or Silver? I don’t know. silver. It’s cheaper

(H) Height:  6’ 2”. People say I should run faster because I’m tall. I say. Pound it, Tall is heavier. jerks.

(I) Instruments You Play: Kazoo. Really. I REALLY good at the kazoo! I can play the mash theme on the guitar tho. And Oh Suzzana!

(J) Job Title: Gawd, this one makes me want to cry a little. I have no Idea what I do for a living.

(K) Kids: One 3.77 year old. The other day at TommyK Play he made a new friend. He came up to me at one point and says “Daddy, can you help me find my boy?”

(L) Live: Calgary. Really Live: In a 5th Wheel RV touring the Continent.

(M) Mom's Name: Colleen. My Dad calls her Charli. When he was playing junior hockey, she would come along on road trips and they would stay together in the hotel. Since no chicks were allowed, she would check in as Charli.

(N) Nicknames: Fuzzy. Zee. Rudy. N. Neely Weely, Neil Neil Banana Peel. Brodieman. Barefoot Neil Z. Big Guy. The Dude. John Malkovich. Club Z (Canadians will get that last one)

(O) Overnight Hospital Stays? Yeah, I slept in the freakingly uncomfortable recliner while Traci was in labour for 36 hours. That really sucked for me.

(P) Pet Peeve: Stupid Blogger tag games.

(Q) Quote from a Movie: “I think you should be sorry for Christ’s sake, A family member dies and you insult me, what the hell is the matter with you?” And “You ain’t got no legs Lt Dan.”

(R) Right or Left Handed? Right, except bat, golf and shoot hockey left.

(S) Siblings: One older Sister

(T) Time You Wake Up? My life is a mess right now. Monday I went to bed at 6am, woke up at 11am, back to bed at 8pm, wake up at 3am, back to bed at 11pm, up at 6am, back to bed at 7pm, up at midnight, bed at 6am, up at 10am, bed at 7pm… etc….

(U) Underwear: Mostly those Prodige boxer briefs from costco. Soft, supportive. I once wore a pair of novelty ginch. They were red and lacy manbriefs. You know, a little secret fun for the wifey. We were at a family gathering and I had to bend over to pick something up and Traci later told me that my Red lacy manpanties were pretty much flapping in the wind for everyone to see. No one ever said a word. I wonder what they must think to this day.

(V) Vegetable You Dislike: I frickin hate spaghetti squash, leeks, spinach. Other than that I’m good.

(W) What Makes You Run Late: I’m never late. I have a thing about being suitably on time. being early is a bad as being late.

(X) X-Rays You've Had Done: Teeth. But the worst was a barium enema when I was 24. Do you know what that is? That was truly the worst.

(Y) Yummy Food You Make: I am a very good cook. That’s why I ended up so fat. I LOVE my cooking.

(Z) Zoo, Favourite Animal: Any butt scratching monkey. I also like fish.

So, if you want to do this super fun game, just do it. I am thinking the next one I come up with will be called “The Stylish Blogger”.

12 comments:

  1. Yeah, the day before I got on the internet for the first time in 1994 I watch the movie Mallrats. Then I found a chat and needed a internick. Brodieman... Snootch to the nootch!

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  2. Love it! Feel so much closer to you now ;-)

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  3. The originality here is astounding. At least your dogs crap outside.

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  4. What I need to know (or maybe not) is how a pug got on a guitar to pee on it. That's quite a jump, maybe he should be a show dog?

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  5. Hillarious. I didn't know you before, but now I do...

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  6. Hey dog shit? I've got a Great Dane, come over and try some of that! LOL!!!

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  7. You come up with the best stuff! Stylish Blogger? Wonder what that is?

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  8. Ooh, Club Z's good. Guess you get to retire it when Target takes over, though? You forgot Ladyslippers. I'm still pissed that I can't make a sign for you in Vancouver with that on it! :p

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  9. 36 hours in a recliner while your wife was in labor...really feeling sorry for you over here.

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