I've Been Tagged

I guess I've been tagged. I'm supposed to :
1. Post the rules of my blog
2. List 6 random things about myself.
3. Tag 6 more people
4. I don't remember #4.

So my rules are-you must have a sense of humor, you must provide Kendall with some sort of chocolate item at some point in her life and no talking smack about synchronized swimming.

1. I absolutely can't stand it when socks are missing. I feel the same about shoes but when I can't pair up socks, I'll tear the house apart looking for it's mate.

2. I am convinced that Applebee's is by far the worst food on the planet and am at a loss as to why so many people love it. I feel similarly about The Spaghetti Factory.

3. Chocolate makes me high.

4. I aim to become fluent in at least 3 languages.

5. I am certified in CERT (Community Emergency Response Team) and would be a first responder if Ogden ever fell into a pit.

6. Blair says I sing in my sleep.

I hope this provided you with a modicum of entertainment and enlightened your day. Ciao!

p.s. Grant, Laura and Amber-consider yourself tagged.

The Unfortunate Cheese Incident

Yes, sports fans, it's that time once again to recap Kendall and Blair's date night. Due to an unforseen lack of babysitter availability, the last several date nights have been preempted for yard work. (All of the grass is in! Yay!)
Ok, so anyway, tonight found us at the Megaplex attending a showing of "Eagle Eye." A veritable Taj Mahal of cinematic delights including online ticket and seat reservation, the Megaplex offers Pizza Hut, Mayan Express, The Deli and other highly caloric yet very yummy taste treats in their food court. Of course one of the favs would be the Nacho and Plastic Cheese Sauce Platter with a side of jalapenos. We happened to be endulging in a his/hers fav whilst comfily ensconced in our favorite seats (back row middle.) Midway through the show and after decimating dinner, I discovered something gooey on my leg. As you might suspect, some of the plastic cheese had dripped without my knowing. I attempted to clean up with my used napkins but only succeeded in spreading it around. I wonder if plastic cheese makes for good sunblock. After the movie ended and the lights came on I found cheese, now dried and crusty, stuck in my shorts pocket (don't ask), under my shirt and all over my arm. What in the crap is this??? How exactly did I manage this? Maybe God was feeling bored and saw an opportunity. Luckily, the cheese dried to a barely visible sheen so I could sneak away undetected but seriously irritated with the people that sat near us texting and chatting during the entire show. Somehow, the culinary delight that is Nachos has lost some of it's appeal. Maybe I'll do pizza next time. Oh, wait. That has cheese too.