Sunday, November 25, 2007

Tag, it's my turn

Alright, so I got tagged by Jan in a wierd 'pass on the blog topic' game. The point is to find a word for each letter out of my middle name that relates to me and then explain it. Then when I finish I'm supposed to tag a certain amount of people and tell them to 'play the game' too. But I don't feel like tagging people so if you see this post and want to copy it...be my guest.

Here goes nothing...Oh and PS my middle name is Kathleen if you can't figure it out.

K...
Karate

I took karate for 8 years from when I was 8 until I was 16. I think that my dad despised the idea of raising a 'girly girl', so instead of pirouetteing around a dance floor, I kicked and punched my way through grade school. Like any elite sport, as the years progressed, karate slowly took over my life. Instead of spending time on the weekends hanging out with my friends or watching movies, I would be training. I was at the dojo at least 3 weekday nights all night long, and my weekends always consisted of one type of training camp or another. I can't say I didn't love it. I did. Karate was my life. I eventually quit because it took over my life, but occassionally I miss it. It's not that I miss the actual sport, I just miss the feeling it gave me. I was good at it, and it made me feel good to be better than 99 percent of other people at something. I don't feel that way about most things anymore.

A...

Accoustic

I love accoustic songs. I love accoustic guitars. I love people who play accoustic guitars and accoustic songs. Period. If accoustic were a genre like pop, rock, or opera, my life would be complete.

T...

Toilets

I have horrible luck with toilets. One day during grade 10 I was running late for school and I couldn't find my deodorant. So I went into my parent's ensuite to borrow my mothers. Now there is something you must know about the arrangement of my parent's ensuite to fully understand this story. The toilet in their bathroom is directly below a large cabinet. This is where my parents keep things such as medicine, soap, shaving cream, and...deodorant. So I opened said cupboard in order to get my mom's deodorant and upon opening the cupboard, knocked down a pile of stuff. And of course my father, the primary user of this bathroom, never shuts the toilet lid. And he also never flushes the toilet. So long story short, my mother's deodorant fell into the nasty toilet. And I was in such a hurry that I decided gloves were not an option, and I flushed the toilet. My reasoning was that the gross stuff would be flushed and the deodorant would be too big to fit down the tunnel, so it would stay. And voila! clean toilet in which I could reach my hand down to grab the deodorant from. Not so much. The deodorant flushed half way down the tunnel and got stuck. So I explained the situation to my dad, and seeing as he is Mr. Handiman, he decided that we would have a father-daughter-toilet bonding session. Which basically ended up being him and I shaking and plunging a toilet in the middle of the front yard.

Moral of the story...hire a plumber, or don't wear deodorant.

H...

How I met your mother

I do realise that How I met your mother is just a TV show...but I couldn't think of anything to put under H. So there. This show is addicting. I don't know what it is about it, but I could honestly spend hours watching it. This is my new sick day rerun-watching show. Here is a random quote by Ted that I liked out of the last episode I watched from season 2.

"I think for the most part, if you're really honest with yourself about what you want out of life...life gives it to you."

L...

Love

Obviously L goes with Love. Love (or lack of it) is pretty much the driving force behind everything.
So here's a list of things that I love.
I love...the ocean and the feeling I get when I stand next to it.
I love...driving at night and listening to music.
I love...muscle fatigue.
I love...feeling understood, and at the same time, understanding.
I love...puddle jumping.
I love...feeling loved.

E...

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.

I like this passage because whenever I read it, it gives me a little bit of a reality check. When I feel like I hate being a university student and I can't wait to grow up and move on to the next chapter of life...I read this passage and realise that that time will come and that I should be content with where I am right now because I will never be 18 years, 11 months and 4 days old again.

E...

Enormous teddy bear

Basically all you have to know is that if you ever want to make me super super super happy, or for some freak reason I have decided I hate you and you want to get into my good books...buy me a life sized teddy bear.

N...

Nicknames

I have a million nicknames.
Annie, Anna, Anatha, Anica, Anifer, Anaconda, Anchovies, Anthrax, Anne of Green Gables, Six Pack, Sprout, Gromet, Squirt, Mable, Goldfish, Annipoo
Etc etc.

The end.

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