First off, I am so sore today! I didn't realize camera tossing would kick the crap out of my body so badly, haha. Goes to show how little exercise I'm able to get. I miss exercise...
Anyways.
I've been tagged by Lauren, she created her own little meme and it's quite fun so here goes...
What was your favorite toy growing up? Little toy cars. I was in love with those cars. I remember doing all sorts of stuff with them, like death matches, hard to explain, but really, really fun at the time.
What was the first curse-word you remember learning? Merde or mierda. I can't quite remember.
When did you learn there wasn't a Santa Claus? Don't know how old I was, but my best friend told me there wasn't a Santa, said his parents had told him. I was incredulous and willing to bet my net worth ($5) that it wasn't so... Alas, I finally got confirmation from my parents that my friend was telling the truth. The terror and horror I felt from this revelation escalated when I then put 2 and 2 together, and realized no Santa also meant there was no Easter bunny and no tooth mouse/fairy (in France it's a mouse who brings you stuff, kinda freaked me out at the time)... and by this logic I also decided there was no God.
My views may have since changed... because I swear I saw the tooth mouse just the other day, I thought I saw him under my bed gnawing on an old piece of cheese.
Hey, crazy tooth mouse, that's MY cheese!
Did you have any pets when you were a kid? A German Shepherd. Always had a German Shepherd, love those creatures.
Where did the monster in your bedroom live? Fortunately I had a monsterless childhood. Unfortunately, it has only been in the past year or two that monsters have moved into my closet. They slobber all over my clothes and use my art supplies to paint weird psychedelic things. I guess they're alright, for monsters anyways.
I tag anyone who wants to do this!
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Oh, me likes. I will come back to steal this meme.
By the way, I like the pictures in the last post...you should call the collection vertigo because it made me dizzy looking at them.
I'd like to mention you were also good about keeping the Santa Clause secret news to yourself and didn't spoil it for a certain somebody. I think that was very good of you.
I don't think I ever got over the other first-grader who spoiled it for me...
Rambo may have eaten the tooth mouse. That is if he likes that type of cuisine. And if that's the case, you don't have to worry about the mouse stealing your cheese anymore. Good cheese is worth fighting for.
I like mice.
Tooth mouse... well they sound like they are stalking you.. and not collecting teeth from little boys and girls..lol..
I love the "tooth mouse". I'm totally going to use that for my kids!
I am totally going to steal this meme for my blog.
What does meme stand for anyway? I'm not that kewl.
I went through the exact same cognitive process with the Santa issue, and arived at the same conclusions. Lying to childen is a bad idea. But I love the tooth mouse :D
Silver: Haha, that's what I'll call them!
Frenchy: Let's hunt down these people who ruined Santa for us and punish them for destroying our fantastic beliefs...
Tara: Rambo, unfortunately, is a bit on the lazy side and also considers these tooth mice to be his friends.
Lisa: Mice are cool. Kinda. We were haunted by a mythical mouse back in college. One day we finally found where it lived, in the room of the most paranoid and fear filled among us, haha!
Babybull: This is a good point. I'm going to call the supervisor and let them know that this tooth mouse is slacking on the job.
Mr. Fab: Well, who really knows, right?
Lauren: Oh yeah, do it! I think that instead of Santa I'll tell my kids it's a bear with a machete that brings the presents (just for varieties sake haha!).
Heatherness: Meme, I think it just means like it's all about me, so, that's all I know! I'm laughing with the I'm not that kewl sentence, I remember trying to figure out what the heck a meme was for the longest time.
Taarzaan: Yes, the tooth mouse is pretty cool, but they work such long hours so sometimes they get a bit grumpy and decide to nibble on your ears...
I was (am?) a tomboy and my best friend and I used to play with Matchbox cars outside...only he used to get hold of drops of gasoline and anoint the cars with them. Then he would put them in various crash positions and set them on fire. I couldn't abide this and tattled to his mother. She came running out of the house wild-eyed and put a stop to it. He almost set a tree on fire!
That is an awesome story! Yes, some incidents with me and fire have occurred, but no one was injured nor was any wildlife...
if i could keep a dog.. it'll be a german shephard too.. and of course the playmate would be a siberian husky.. hehe! i go crazy over them!
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