tell me something funny

I’ve been nominated for a Liebster Award. I see them floating around everywhere, and I truly have no idea what they are. What I haven’t seen around : who wins. anybody? what do I get if I win? who chooses the winner?! WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?

So, I’ve decided I’m going to do a rebel-version of the award “rules” and just answer the questions. The only reason I’m doing gonna do it is because the person who nominated me is pretty awesome. She cracks me up. Go visit Sandra’s blog “what sandra thinks”  here.

Her questions were:

How many different places have you lived and which was your favorite?
I’ve lived in 7 different states  here in the US: Massachusetts, New Jersey, Connecticut, New York, Pennsylvania, Utah, and currently North Carolina. My favorite was Utah — friendly people and snow-capped mountains. Hello.
Describe yourself in 5 words or less.
My cat has her own room. (six words — but it says a lot)
Who is your hero or idol?
JK Rowling. A bit cliche, but growing up I always thought it was amazing how she could captivate an audience.
Where is your favorite place on earth?
Anywhere coffee, sweatpants, and fuzzy slippers are socially acceptable to wear all day.
What is your most-loved childhood memory?
Races with my sister to see who could poop the fastest. Kids.
What annoys you most?
When people are unwilling to see something from another’s perspective. Or anything foot related. Feet are disgusting.
If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, health concerns aside, what would it be?
Pizza or Chinese food. Not real Chinese food — the bastardized American version.
Where would you go on your perfect vacation?
A margarita and a beach is all I need.

Rather than pass it along to other people, I thought it would be fun to just ask my own question to anyone who wants to answer. I’m going to base it off my favorite question of Sandra’s.
What is your funniest childhood memory? (kid stories always make me laugh)

37 thoughts on “tell me something funny

  1. stephellaneous says:

    For a totally unfunny response: I think they work like this. Bloggers nominate each other for these awards (blogger-created and blogger awarded). All you have to do to win one is to accept. At least…I think that’s how it works. šŸ˜‰

    I liked your responses, by the way. And jealous of all the states you’ve lived in!

    P.S. I think poop races needs its own post…. šŸ˜€

    • Blair says:

      Thanks for the explanation šŸ™‚ I actually enjoy moving around. It’s weird. And originally poop races was going to have its own post. I think I still might sometime soon. lol

    • Blair says:

      Double-seated? Don’t make poop races seem weird. (kidding, kidding) We had two bathrooms that shared a wall in our upstairs when we were kids. So we would start on the couch. Race up the stairs. Whoever finished, washed their hands, and got back to the couch first won the poop race. Okay, it

  2. Brandie says:

    My brother was always breaking windows, so when he made me mad- I throw a book at him, missed him and the book went flying through the window. I tried blaming him (he’s the youngest and gets away with murder anyways….) but Dad didn’t let me get away with it- as he was home and caught the screaming, fighting the book flying out the window and more yelling.

      • Brandie says:

        I think it was just two, but it was in the same year. I got in more trouble over the little window I broke…. Ok it might’ve been for lying as well. But the windows he broke, were huge living room windows.

      • Brandie says:

        I just remembered something else. One of the bedrooms had a hole in the floor (I guess the chimney went through it at one time?) and when we were sent to our rooms to play when company was over, we’d throw toys down it. We hit many people ….. We laughed but oh boy did my mother yell at us for that. (The memory still makes me laugh)

  3. Dave says:

    My funniest childhood memory … I was about 3 years old and threw a set of large plastic baby keys out of the window while driving to visit my grand mother. I remember doing the act and remember my parents yelling and screaming at me. I must have thought it was super funny because the keys were my baby brother’s. I still think it’s funny almost 50 years later. What the funniest part of the story is that my baby brother owns the company I work for!

  4. Dr Meg Sorick says:

    Only child of older parents so no sibling stories. Mom tells me she had to hide the scissors from me because I would always try to cut my own hair. And I still can’t keep my hands off it!

  5. amariesilver says:

    I don’t actually remember this but it’s a story my parents enjoy telling. My dad was filling out tax paperwork on an education fund I had. I think I was 7 years old…maybe younger. He asked me if I wanted to donate any money. I asked him what the money would go for and he said, “for things like feeding the animals who live in the wild.” I looked outside and en turned to him and said, “It’s spring time. The animals can feed themselves.” What can I say? No one ever accused me of being a philanthropist.

  6. whatsandrathinks says:

    In truth, I felt like I should apologize along with each nomination I made because the “award” felt like a not-so-well-disguised chain letter. And, well, that’s pretty much what it is. I too wondered who “won” the award. And I wanted my fucking prize money. (I’m not holding back… there is none.)

    But… I accepted the “award” because despite the chain-letter-ness of it, the purpose is pretty decent. There’s no promise of a piano falling on anyone if they don’t want to respond. It does give more exposure (I’m all about exposure, but I’ll discuss my voyeuristic tendencies at another time). It has helped me get to know other bloggers better, And it was a bit of a spirit lifter since I often wonder if I have about 3 people reading my blog. When someone I barely knew chose me, I was flattered that she thought I deserved to be noticed.

    Aaaanyway… I was re-nominated again and I, too, went with only answering the questions. I still gave a link back to the nominator (sounds like a Terminator sequel) and the questions are usually fun to answer.

    I’m with you on the favorite place. (Though my son calls sweatpants ‘give up on life pants.’)

    The funniest childhood memory that comes to mind at the moment is my sisters and I stealing my dad’s pajama pants when I was 3 or 4 years old… hiding in another room while I got into the pants and holding them up so the waist was just over my head. Then I walked around the house like a pair of pants that came alive. I’m certain there is a picture of this at my parents house… my eyes just peeking over the waistband for the camera. Maybe the weirdest part of all… is that the pants were yellow. My dad had yellow pajama pants.

    • Blair (The Shameful Sheep) says:

      You don’t need to apologize to me! I thought it was awesome you thought of me, and I really enjoyed answering the questions. It’s actually not the first time I’ve been nominated. I was nominated a week or so ago, but I decided not to do that one. But, since I’ve talked to you back and forth here on wordpress, and I think you (and your blog) kick ass, I thought it would be fun to answer your questions and refer back to you. When I was typing my post up, I kept thinking “I hope she isn’t offended by anything I’ve said.” If I did offend you, in any way, I’m truly sorry. I was just trying to have fun with it.

      Thanks for sharing your funny story. Yellow pants? Your dad seems like he had great style back then, lol.

      • whatsandrathinks says:

        I am definitely not offended. It would take a lot to offend me… You know, malicious personal attack… or picking on my children.

        Your responses were great! I laughed. And not to be a downer, but when my dad passed away 3 years ago, I asked my Mon if she still had those pants… Haha. Sadly, the answer was no, but we both had a good laugh about it which was very much needed at the time!

  7. itsgoodtobecrazysometimes says:

    Congratulations on the award.

    my mum use to take me to seaside when I was little, one day the tide had come in and was going over the wall, I was running towards the waves and then running away when they came close. I must have mistimed because the next thing I knew I was soaked and my mother was laughing so hard she was crying (she had been telling me to stop for a while)

  8. Mary Job says:

    I thought your favourite food would be cupcakes. Lool. By the way, I was in Ghana this summer and the beaches are awesome. Words cannot describe how awesome, one time we went to cape coast, Brena beach, I lay about 15 fit from the water, wore a sun shade, believe you me, I slept off totally for about 20mins. I’m going to write a post about my trip soon though.

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