Brian says he pays it forward by ALWAYS unloading the dishwasher. Want to move in with me?
Beth says that she pays it forward by encouraging new runners. I'll need that in another few weeks, please!
Brea paid it forward by helping a downed motorcyclist, which I would hope someone would do for me, was I ever in that situation.
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Danielle tagged me with the versatile blogger award, which is completely awesome!
The rules are:
1. Thank & link back the person that gave you the award (see above - and seriously, go check her out, she's hilarious).
2. Share 7 things about yourself. Look, people, I have a hard enough time with random Friday facts. But here are 7 not-necessarily-random things:
*I used to be addicted to lots of different kinds of potato chips/doritoes (ohh, the cool ranch). I never eat them anymore. I'm not sure what happened.
*In case you've been living under a rock, I'm turning 30 on Friday. THIRTY. One foot in the grave, baby. Feel free to give me denture cream and Depends. Or, as Liz suggested, donate 1$ to my Garmin fund. Which is not as fun as Depends.
*I have never, not even for one day, carried credit card debt. I am paid 16 months ahead on my car loan. I have made about a 15% dent in my school loans and I'm not even done with school yet. I could not live any other way.
*I have thrown a drink in someone's face or dumped a drink on someone's head at least 5 times in my life. All male.
*it's very obvious that everyone I work with thinks I'm prim, proper, and reserved. I'm happy about this.
*I only call Graham by his name when I think he's in trouble. Otherwise I usually call him "boo-boo" or "beaner." Sometimes "boondoggle" or "booter." I don't know why.
*My friend Julie reminded me a few weeks ago via a comment on one of my answers about my biggest fear in the world: someone doing something to me while I am sleeping. Many years ago, we shared a hotel room at a conference. A friend of hers with a broken leg also shared the room with us, so she had the bed to herself and we shared a bed. I had been sleeping alone for most of my life, and wasn't used to having someone in my bed. At some point during the night, I bumped into her in the bed and, in my sleep, started shrieking at the top of my lungs. At some point, I realized I was awake and Julie was saying, "it's okay, it's okay," over and over again. For some reason, I was asleep enough to think, "maybe I was only yelling for a second and didn't wake up Angela." After a few minutes, I said out loud to Julie, "Well, I guess I could never be a hooker." We all cracked up. We finally calmed down and it got quiet, but every few minutes someone would snort and we'd be off again, laughing hysterically. I think eventually we just gave up and got up for the day.
3. Pass the award to other bloggers who you think are fabulous!
I'm tagging everyone who commented on yesterday's post! You are all some of my fabulous favorite people!