Tagging. Stressing Bloggers Out Since 2004.

Posted By on January 21, 2008

I am out of any kind of material. Not that I really ever have much. And I have a few things I would like to share with you, but I don’t know how much time I have to write. I checked into my SUITE at the hotel for our sales training this week.

The SUITE complete with TWO separate rooms and a tray of fresh fruit (my hotel contact must know I’m trying to lose weight) and a bottle of wine (my hotel contact must know I’m a drunk). So I’m sitting here, watching football in the mirror because the desk is opposite the TV, and drinking some nice wine. The meeting room is set up and well, I’m just waiting. Because I’m going out to dinner with co-workers. And I don’t know when they’ll be done with their meeting and when I can EAT. So I’m DRINKING instead. But I’m really kind of hungry. And I’m thinking I might have to tell them to fuck off because a girl needs to eat.

Did you know when you watch TV in a mirror, that everything is backwards? And the little weather break had me all excited because tomorrow is supposed to be 51! Oh. No. That’s 15.

And also, why don’t hotels have conditioner in the rooms? I don’t bring it with me because you are supposed to have it. Conditioning shampoo is not the same. And now I have to brave the negative temperatures to go to Walgreens to get some conditioner. Or my hair will get mad. And she has this move where cocks back and swing the ends of my hair and SLAPS me in the face. What did five fingers say to the face? Slaappp!

Anyway, this is not the point of my post. Although, it could have been. Because there is enough there. Because I write much worse on a daily basis. And I just gave you a visual of my hair slapping me in my face.

I was tagged. For some sort of meme. And while I’m really not a huge fan of the meme, this one I can do because I get to share weird things about me. And I’ve actually been tagged for this meme a few times before. But Vanessa tagged me. And we share a stalkerish love of Jen Lancaster, so I shall do her meme. I just don’t know if I have seven more. Seeing as I’ve shared like 27 already. And a girl can only be so weird.

(Side note, just reading those other ones, it took like 5 I was going to write about here tonight. Shit! Maybe I should do less drunk posting. Or just less drinking period.)

1. I know the words to almost every song. It may not be the entire song, but more often than not I’ll know the entire chorus and a few other lines. And not just current songs. You can throw on most any station, and I’m still going to remember the words to these songs from over 10 years ago. I like to tell myself that this useful information takes the place in my brain that used to be occupied by quadratic equations. Because who the hell uses that? Talk about useless information.

2. Back in 2003 or 2004, I but my lip. No, that is not the interesting part. Do you sometimes bite your lip and you get a little bump and then CONSTANTLY keep biting it? Well, I do. And I kept biting it and the little bump didn’t go away. It turned into a bigger bump and then ate my face and I was a walking goiter. Not really. But I had to go to the ear, nose and throat doctor to have it cut out. And bring my total stitches count to 14. And I tell you this because I’m currently housing another bump on the inside of my lip that is irritating me.

3. Speaking of stitches, I have had them on three separate occasions. One was the time mentioned above. Another time was when I was playing tag or some childhood game with my neighbor friend. And I went to chase him, he came to chase me and his head met my lip as we came around a corner. I needed two stitches then. And got to learn that Hydrogen Peroxide tastes like what I’d imagine the water I wash my ass tastes like. The other time was when I was 5. And I went on the neighbor’s jungle gym after a rain storm. And being the clumsy person that I have always and will forever be, I slipped. And as I slipped, I slid down the jungle gym and proceeded to scrape my entire chin on a nice, rusty screw. That required 8 stitches and I still have the scar.

4. I cry at every episode of Full House. And yes, I watch Full House too much for a 30-year old woman. Stupid ABC Family. But it never fails that at the end of each episode, when DJ, Stephanie or Michelle learn important life lessons, I tear up. Because it is just so heartwarming.

5. I talk to my cats. In a baby voice. All the time. Like they even understand. Or care what I have to say. And just look at me saying FOOD. NOW. HUMAN! But I do it anyway. And if they meow back? It just continues the conversation.

6. At the Niners, I got sexually harassed on a daily basis. Especially after I lost all the weight that I’ve now put back on. The only one that made me a wee bit uncomfortable was when I said hello to a player walking off the field and asked him “what’s up?” And he said “my dick. Suck it.” And I just stood there SHOCKED. I tried to remember not to open my mouth, thinking he may assume that it was an invitation. And my boss was standing right there. And just laughed. But that’s how they told you that you were part of the inner circle. No matter how wrong it was.

7. I love minor league baseball. I worked my summers in college for the Kane County Cougars. And have had an obsession ever since. My favorite Cougar was A.J. Burnett, who I knew, in those early days, was going to make it to the bigs. I have a ball signed by him because I was in lurve. But I just love the whole fan experience that it involved because everyone knows people aren’t coming to see good baseball, especially at the single A level. That and making it an experience for the fans tends to involve beer batters and $1 beer nights.

I am not tagging anyone. So if you’d like, especially you Blog 365 crazies, have at it. And please, no more tagging me. I am NOT this weird.

About the author

Kristabella, who also answers to β€œHey! Drunk Girl!”, is a reformed band geek with an amazing ability to drink most people under the table. You can read her inane ramblings here, where she talks about her exciting life as a spinster with two cats and a fascination for Bacon.


17 Responses to “Tagging. Stressing Bloggers Out Since 2004.”

  1. Laurel says:

    Better to talk to your cats in a baby voice than your boyfriend. Sometimes I have to stop and start over again when I’m speaking to AS because I’ve inadvertently slipped into a super baby kissy voice!

  2. rye says:

    No more drinking?! Okay, you MUST be drunk! hehe

    I talk to my cats (and all the other animals I watch at work), too. No worries. πŸ™‚

  3. Melissa says:

    I talked to my cat in a baby voice, your not supposed to do that?

  4. Vanessa says:

    Sorry Kristabella! Thanks for being a good sport. Because Karma loves me oh so much, the day I finished and posted my Meme, two other bloggers tagged me for two other Memes. Great, gotta love it….I’m not tagging on these next two, just for the record.

  5. Liz J says:

    My cats LOVE it when I talk to them in a baby voice – – they just start purring even louder! πŸ™‚

  6. Erin says:

    I talk to my dogs in a baby voice all the time. I’m pretty sure they think I’m crazy, but I don’t care!

    And I love the Kane County Cougars!

  7. Kristie says:

    I”m the same with songs! I can tell you words to a song all day long, but ask me who sang it and I draw a total blank.

  8. hotfessional says:

    Ahem. Hotels in Chicago are known for their lack of conditioner. I have a bottle in my desk, but it’s probably further away than Walgreens.

    I’ll bequeath it to you when I can’t take it on the plane home someday.

  9. alana says:

    I’m also the same way with songs. It’s sad really because I feel that so much of my brain power is wasted on useless information (I also happen to be an expert on celebrities’ dating histories), but ask me to remember anything actually valuable and my brain turns into a sieve. Sigh.

  10. Katie says:

    Found you via your post on Le Petit Chic (hilarious, BTW) and have been reading through your archives. Great storyteller you are — i also love minor league baseball. What is it about those delicious hot dogs and $1 draft nights?!

  11. Midwest Gent says:

    The funny thing is this morning driving to work I heard an interview with Dave Coulier. The irony of that show is Bob Saget’s character being so proper while his stand up routine is described by many to be ranuchy. At the same time, the John Stamos character is rock star like but in real life he has a Disneyland sign on his front lawn.

    As for your experience with the 49er walking off the field, I don’t think people know how common place that is with athletes.

  12. Candy says:

    I don’t think it’s possible to talk to cat in anything other than a sing-songy baby voice. And of course they answer back, what are you saying???

  13. slynnro says:

    I get obsessed with those mouth bumps. Maybe this story will scare me straight.

    Or not.

  14. Katie says:

    Oh my god, I am laughing so hard at #6. Not because sexual harrasement is funny or anything but because I’m sure I probably would have been standing there with jaw dropped inviting another lovely comment. πŸ™‚
    P.S. I’m so with you on the Full House reruns. Love that show.

  15. LarryLilly says:

    A cute woman in a past office had a sign that said “Sexual harassment will not be tolerated….
    However, it will be graded”

    Your blogs are machine gun like, an open mike to your mind. Your both familiar and part of the “boys club”, yet you may at times be one of the “boys.”

    I don’t think you like dressy up, your like the boy named sue. Did you come from Texas? Had a daddy, not a dad, he wanted a son, he had a daughter, you became the son he just doesn’t quite understand?

    I know, deep chit for a blog post.

    Anyway, its a great ride, I hope it stays between the ditches.

  16. Lela says:

    Wine AND fruit? Damn you are special!

  17. Danielle says:

    OH MY! I know the words to about 7 gazillion songs too! Even songs that were around long before I was. Even songs that I have no earthly idea when the hell I would have ever heard them! I’m so glad I’m not the only one that has this useless talent!