apricot’s closet: black, white, & mod.

dress, tights, & knitted leg warmers, all from Target; boots, from Payless; necklace is stolen from my mother; sunglasses, from Forever21.

I was tagged to do a meme by the lovely Estella, from Notes From a Lost Twenty-Something AND by Over Obsessorized; my first double tag.

Now, I’m not crazy about memes; simply because they require effort to conjure up decent answers, & right now, I have little to no patience because of constant sneezing & sniffing. All thanks to my darling little husband who decided to give me his nasty cold.

I’m also not crazy about not knowing how to pronounce the word “meme,” & that is enough to bother the snot out of me. I mean, is it “mee-mee”? Is it “meeme”? Is it “mem?” I do not know. (Somebody please tell me.) But I have been tagged & will take one for the team(s).

The rules of the “MeeMee” are:
1. Link to the person that tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

& here are my answers, completely random & from the top of my stuffed-up little head:

• I never eat the first bite of an apple. I don’t know why; I’ve been doing it ever since I was little. Lover calls this wasteful, but I call it a force of habit.
• I played with Barbies until I was about 13 years old. Back then it wasn’t such a big deal, but these days, it’s unheard of! Most 13-year-olds now are rushing to grow up & be mature. That was the farthest thing from my mind then.
• I have a love for anything that involves cinnamon. Cinnamon rolls, Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, monkey bread… I’ll put cinnamon on anything if tastes allow.
• My vegetarianism anniversary was a few weeks ago. I have been meat-free for one year. & I am more than pleased with that accomplishment.
• I’m a pro at Super NES video games; the old school ones, with the cartridges. (None of this high-tech PS3, XBOX stuff.) Super Mario & Gradius III are my stress relievers. Lover & I often have nights where we’ll play for hours until we get farther than the day before.
• I was almost switched a birth. My father mistook an Asian newborn baby boy for me. Had my mom not have noticed the wrist tag, I surely would have gone to an Asian family some where.

(If you enjoyed my answers, consider yourself tagged! I’m curious to know your quirks.)

&… this random little quote tickled me pink:

“Beware of the man who denounces women writers; his penis is tiny and he cannot spell.”
—- Erica Jong.

Thankfully, I have never been denounced by any man, but I will plead the fifth in regards to a tiny penis & illiteracy. All I will say, without hinting at names, is that I’ve known far & few.

Although… a tiny penis isn’t such a bad thing, or so I’ve heard. As the saying goes, “It’s not the size of the boat that matters, but the motion of the ocean…” or something like that. (I’m not sure I said that right.)