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Three Things Meme

I lifted this Meme from Terroni. I liked her answers so much I kept some of them as mine--only the ones that applied.

3 Things That Scare Me:
1. Failure
2. The dark
3. Spiders

3 People Who Make Me Laugh:
1. The Marx Brothers
2. The entire cast of The Office
3. David Sedaris

3 Things I Love:
1. My French horn
2. Wine
3. Chocolate

3 Things I Hate:
1. Ketchup
2. Exercise
3. Elevator music

3 Things I don't understand:
1. Numbers
2. Women who aren't feminists
3. Plastic surgery

3 Things on my desk:
1. An Etch-a-Sketch
2. Chocolate (yes, Green & Blacks)
3. Pencils

3 Things I am doing right now:
1. Putting on my sock
2. Drinking coffee
3. Watching CNN

3 Things I want to do before I die:
1. Publish my books
2. Earn a permanent seat in an orchestra
3. Be interviewed by Charlie Gibson

3 Things I can do:
1. Knit
2. Imitate a mourning dove
3. Play the piano

3 Things I can't do:
1. Drive a stick shift
2. Cartwheels
3. Speak a foreign language

3 things I think you should listen to:
1. Beethoven
2. Mourning doves
3. Garrison Keillor

3 Things you should never listen to:
1. Elevator music
2. The 700 Club
3. People who dismiss your potential

3 Things I'd like to learn:
1. A foreign language
2. Music theory
3. Web design

3 Favorite Foods:
1. Salmon
2. Cheesecake
3. Peanut M&Ms

The original Meme had an item here--3 Things You Regret--I have deleted it because regrets are so unproductive, sitting here and trying to list them would serve no purpose, where as sitting here and listing things I like to eat and things that scare me and things I like to listen to serve a great purpose. hee hee

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
Excellent answers. May you be interviewed by Charlie Gibson.

I do have to speak up in defense of ketchup, though. I love the stuff. Shut up, Dive.
dive said…
I'm sitting here sucking on a bottle of ketchup myself, Sassy.
And they are indeed excellent answers, Robyn.
And you already speak a foreign language: American. Can't understand a word of it myself …
I don't have CNN, but I'm definitely going to try putting on a sock while drinking coffee … unless the girls in the deli try to throw me out.
Ms Mac said…
I'll join you in your anti-ketchup camp, Robyn. My loathing of the vile red sauce just crept up on me when I wasn't looking. Whereas I used to enjoy a tomato sauce sandwich not the very thought of ketchup anywhere near any of my foods makes me feel quite ill.
Anonymous said…
it's funny that you should mention David Sedaris, I just started to re-read his book One day I talk pretty
Scout said…
Sassy, now that Gibson has left GMA, I'm afraid I'm out of luck.

Dive, ketchup is just nasty, the way it slimes up the bottle and oozes out all over everything. Shiver.

Ms Mac, I have no idea what a tomato sauce sandwich is.

Rich, someone at work has his Naked book on iTunes, so I've been able to listen to the whole thing over the last few days. What a story teller.
Terroni said…
Love your meme--thanks for the nod!

I can't drive a stick shift either. Tried once. Spent a full 8 minutes at a red light trying to get the damn thing into 1st. I thought the other drivers were going to shoot me!
GG said…
Great meme. Cheers to hating exercise and loving cheesecake!
I can't drive a manual (stick shift) either. People usually look at me in disbelief when I tell them, especially Brits, so I rarely mention it. Oh yes, you heard it here first :)
Maria said…
I've never heard of anyone imitating a mourning dove....

See? I knew you would be interesting.

Nice blog. I arrived here via Terroni, and then via Rich.

Ay yi yi...so many interesting bloggers out there....yes?
Ms Mac said…
Two slices of white bread, buttered and spread with tomato sauce*/red sauce**/ketchup***.

I used to love them!

*What I call it if I am being posh
** What I call it if I am talking to the boys
***What I call it if I am speaking to an American!
Gina said…
I have never listened to even a second of the 700 Club, and I think I am a better person for it.
Terroni said…
Regarding Rent in Akron, do you have dinner plans yet? If not, I recommend a reservation at Crave (57 E. Market)--yum!!

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