I love memes. I think it’s probably because the topic is pretty much spelled out for you by the very name — me.me. That’s right. No, I don’t say it me-me. I say “meem”, but I don’t care. I see that word, and it makes me think of my very favorite person — ME!ME! Woo. Sometimes Most of the time Always, I crack myself up. ANYway, on to the meme…
Amy over at Milk Breath and Margaritas (and if you don’t read that blog already, the title alone should tell you to get thee over there ASAP) tagged me, and as I understand it, the idea is that I post riveting facts about myself using my middle name. Here’s the funny part — thanks to my decision to hyphenate, I have two middle names. So, my lazy side is saying, “Use the one you got at birth!!” While my fun side is saying, “Go for the gusto! Use the long one! No guts, no glory!” And then my perfectionist side is saying, “Use both, you slacker.” My practical side is saying “Peterson is actually part of your last name. Stop being a hoser and just do the meme.” Since I’m very democratic about my pseudo-schizophrenia, I’ll use my actual middle name. (Also, I’m lazy. You just be quiet, Perfectionist-Steph.)
M is for Monsters. Although I’m a 30-something mother of three, I still believe there are monsters in the closet. I haven’t ever talked about this in front of my kids, but there’s a reason Bill is the one who goes to investigate any claims of monster activity in their rooms. Left up to me, they’d climb into bed with us until the monster took up residence somewhere else.
A is for Anal-retentive. OMSH prefers to use the term “detail-oriented”, and usually I agree with her. But I needed an A, and that was the first one that popped into my tiny little brain.
R is for…I forget what R is for. Kidding, but points to anyone who can figure out from where that line was derived. R is for Roulade. I want to try Alton’s recipe for braciole in my own kitchen. And I already love Swiss Cake rolls entirely too much.
I is for Iron Chef America. Do I really have to explain why I love this show when y’all know my cell phone uses the “Good Eats” theme for text messages, e-mails, etc? I think not.
E is for Escalade, as in the Cadillac vehicle. I renamed it the Stephscalade, as a matter of fact. This is my dream vehicle, well except the part where it gets about 2 miles to the gallon. We’ve already established that I’m green, and so that gas guzzling glory won’t be in my driveway anytime soon. (Let’s not talk about the budget-busting payment on it, either.) But man oh man, do I love that ride.
Okay. I tag Missy, Lisa and..Jean. I’m tagging Jean. (Jean, “tagging” means you have to do this same thing. Hee.)
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