Honest Scrap: Telling the Whole Sorry Verito
BabyRocketDog and Hootie tapped me with the esteemed Honest Scrap award today, which means I have to tell ten truthful things about myself. Here are the official Honest Scrap rules:
"When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows he or she is real. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Scrap" weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on!"
Now, please remember my girl’s pathetic techno skills and forgive us if she can’t figure out how to link back or create live links to those lucky seven I pass the Honest Scrap honors to. She promises she will try her best. So … here goes:
1. I wolf down my breakfasts and dinners in about one minute, flat. I’m a bit of a piggy!
2. I make peculiar noises in the middle of the night, including yodeling loudly and, my favorite, mmmmmm-ing as though I’m savoring a beautiful bowl of dinner. Although I’ve never really savored my dinner because I wolf it down in one minute flat.
3. Despite obedience classes, three kinds of special collars and all of my girl’s efforts, I still pull on my leash during walkies. She says one of her arms is now longer than the other.
4. I am keenly interested in the contents of the fridigerator and always try to nab things when the door is open. Once, I got a whole chicken (score!!); another time, I knocked over an unopened bottiglia of limoncello that mia ragazza had carefully toted all the way back from Italia, shattering it. It was crate citta for me after THAT one.
5. I steal everything: Shoes, gloves, sunglasses, books, hairbrushes, remote controls, keys, socks, plastic cups, cell phones, clothes from the dryer, sofa pillows – you name it.
6. I tuckbuttrun uncontrollably at least once per evening in a route that takes me through the first floor, up the stairs and then back down again. I usually make this loop about five times before I have to pause for a big slurp of water.
7. When mia ragazza is on the telefono with someone, I get jealous and start pulling on her sleeve or pants’ leg. Basically, I want to be at the center of her universe all the time.
8. There’s just something about ice cubes that makes me go totally pazzo. When I get one, I take off like a maniac through the house, dropping the ice cube and pouncing on it time and time again as it slides around. Eventually I crunch it up while in a full roach.
9. If mia ragazza has her hair in a ponytail and she bends down to give me baci, I not only pull on her ponytail, but I nab the ponytail elastic and dash off to chew it.
10. Across the hall from the foot of our stairs are double doors to my girl’s ufficio, a rich source of chewable papers and steal-able desktop items , so naturally, I am not allowed in. To gain access anyway, I run to the top of the stairs, pause to gather steam, then barrel down and body slam the office doors. Presto! Open!
So now, my lucky seven Honest Scrap honorees (please forgive me if you've already received this award!):
BabyRocketDog and Hootie tapped me with the esteemed Honest Scrap award today, which means I have to tell ten truthful things about myself. Here are the official Honest Scrap rules:
"When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows he or she is real. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Scrap" weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on!"
Now, please remember my girl’s pathetic techno skills and forgive us if she can’t figure out how to link back or create live links to those lucky seven I pass the Honest Scrap honors to. She promises she will try her best. So … here goes:
1. I wolf down my breakfasts and dinners in about one minute, flat. I’m a bit of a piggy!
2. I make peculiar noises in the middle of the night, including yodeling loudly and, my favorite, mmmmmm-ing as though I’m savoring a beautiful bowl of dinner. Although I’ve never really savored my dinner because I wolf it down in one minute flat.
3. Despite obedience classes, three kinds of special collars and all of my girl’s efforts, I still pull on my leash during walkies. She says one of her arms is now longer than the other.
4. I am keenly interested in the contents of the fridigerator and always try to nab things when the door is open. Once, I got a whole chicken (score!!); another time, I knocked over an unopened bottiglia of limoncello that mia ragazza had carefully toted all the way back from Italia, shattering it. It was crate citta for me after THAT one.
5. I steal everything: Shoes, gloves, sunglasses, books, hairbrushes, remote controls, keys, socks, plastic cups, cell phones, clothes from the dryer, sofa pillows – you name it.
6. I tuckbuttrun uncontrollably at least once per evening in a route that takes me through the first floor, up the stairs and then back down again. I usually make this loop about five times before I have to pause for a big slurp of water.
7. When mia ragazza is on the telefono with someone, I get jealous and start pulling on her sleeve or pants’ leg. Basically, I want to be at the center of her universe all the time.
8. There’s just something about ice cubes that makes me go totally pazzo. When I get one, I take off like a maniac through the house, dropping the ice cube and pouncing on it time and time again as it slides around. Eventually I crunch it up while in a full roach.
9. If mia ragazza has her hair in a ponytail and she bends down to give me baci, I not only pull on her ponytail, but I nab the ponytail elastic and dash off to chew it.
10. Across the hall from the foot of our stairs are double doors to my girl’s ufficio, a rich source of chewable papers and steal-able desktop items , so naturally, I am not allowed in. To gain access anyway, I run to the top of the stairs, pause to gather steam, then barrel down and body slam the office doors. Presto! Open!
So now, my lucky seven Honest Scrap honorees (please forgive me if you've already received this award!):
Tanti baci!
Lucia
