I got tagged again
Buddha Belly got me on this one. While it’s supposed to be an ordered list…it really is in no particular order.
7 things I plan to do before I die:
1. Save someone’s life
2. Climb Mt. Everest
3. Write a book
4. Tell everyone I know one memory I have of them
5. Enjoy life
6. Take too many risks
7. Relax more then I do now
7 things I can do:
1. Talk
2. Fly a kite
3. Tell someone I love them
4. Hug my friends
5. Read quickly
6. Get lost in thoughts
7. Speak like a nerd
7 things I cannot do:
1. Speak Japanese
2. Speak Chinese
3. Fly like a bird
4. Whistle with my fingers in my mouth
5. Speak like a doctor
6. Read people’s minds
7. Remember people’s names 10 seconds after I meet them
7 things that attract me to the opposite sex:
(I cheated, this did say “same sex”)
1. Brains
2. Sense of humor
3. Common sense
4. Street smarts (the ability to use common sense)
5. No drug use
6. Open mind
7. Ability to keep up with me, while I have the ability to keep up with them
7 things I say most often:
1. “…”
2. Blah
3. f**k
4. what the f**k?
5. In theory…
6. Hot
7. Nice
7 celebrity crushes (that I’m not ashamed of):
1. Lisa Loeb
2. Monica Bellicci
3. Jenny McCarthy
4. Jessica Alba
5. Eva Mendez
6. Shakira
7. Christina Aguilera
I’m not going to tag folks this time…last time I tagged two people who’s answers I read the day before! I don’t pay close enough attention.
I come cheap
Well I thought I [my blog] might be worth more than $8k [US]…but apparently the world of the internet thinks otherwise. Not enough links…bah, who needs links?! :)
My blog is worth $7,339.02.
How much is your blog worth?
“You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters.”
– Saint Bernard
[land bridge]
Last night I went to a concert thinking I was going to see Duncan Sheik with some friends. Walking up the stairs to the venue I was reminded that Sarah Bettens [band recall: K’s Choice] was opening…I was in for a good show in a small venue.
Sarah Bettens, David Poe and Duncan Sheik would play an awesome show this night. Switching musicians around, playing solo, running acoustic guitars through loopers and drum machines to sound like full bands. Duncan would be joined by his 6 guitars and lead bassist with 2 bass guitars. You know me, you know my rants. I could talk [type] for hours about how the music was great…but that’s not what I want to focus on.
This night was about The Yellow Umbrella Tour; and I had no idea what that was until a short film was played explaining just what the tour was all about. The video started with the story of Christine Baze and her battle with Cervical Cancer.
Created by PopSmear.org, the goal of the Tour is to bring awareness and information to women around the country about cervical cancer and the virus that causes it, HPV. PopSmear.org’s founder, Christine Baze, was diagnosed with invasive cervical cancer in 2000. After numerous surgeries and treatments, Christine was grateful for her life, and decided to make a difference.
– Snip: The Yellow Umbrella Tour website & press information.
Hearing Christine’s inspiring story and listening to her emotionally driven music -some of which that helped her through the roughest of times, struck a cord…and hit home. I’ll talk more about that some other time…
I urge women to get additional information on HPV and the HPV Test, ask your doctor about the test and tell your friends. If found early HPV is curable.
Check to see if the tour is coming to a city near you. Tickets are around $20 and the talent is well worth seeing.
“Give neither advice nor salt, until you are asked for it.”
– English Proverb
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I give myself pep talks
When I drive in the car sometimes I sing. When I sit at my desk sometimes I dance. Other times when I am at my desk or in the car I give myself pep-talks. No really…it’s like I’m a speaker in a room full of mini-bds.
Why? I don’t know. I just need inspiration sometimes and the only one who knows the subject where I need it the most is me. It’s like when you go to a conference, see a graduation…or watch a movie and some part just hits home. Whatever the lesson or moral of the story -you eat it up. So I target the things I need to hear, like someone is giving the speech…but it’s me talking. So now I get the reward of knowing something I said was helpful to someone, and I help myself too.
How weird…
Other days I daydream about being in a bike race. I’ll put on some music that gets your blood pumping and I’ll think about the work it would take, the struggle…and the reward of finishing. Sometimes I don’t finish first…but I always finish.
Hey it could be worse, I could talk to myself when I look in the mirror…AND respond! :)
Yes I know this is Thursday and I am back posting…shh. I wrote something and you read it. :)
– bd
.: the babbling dweeb :. 