oops, I got tagged!

Days ago I got tagged by blogger bud BeckEye. I think I got distracted by all her posts about random 80's movies and celebrity crushes. So here it goes:

Seven things I want to do before I die: (not in order)

Learn to make sushi properly
Have at least one baby, hopefully two
Live on a farm
Visit Europe
Start painting again in my own studio
Get a Great Dane puppy and a terrier puppy (not at the same time)
Get published

Seven things I can do:

Play guitar
Cook
Draw
Sing
Take decent photos
Get along well with kids, babies and critters
Teach dogs tricks


Seven things I cannot do:

Any sort of math in my head
Burp on command
Not overthink every issue that pops into mind
Sleep on any sort of regular schedule
Have sympathy for whiners
Be cruel to any baby animal (not that I make it a habit to be cruel to any adult animal)
Eat peanuts


Seven things I say a lot:

I 'll e-mail you the link
Hang on (As my father says, "You are always telling people to hang on!")
Random (describing a plethora of people, places and things)
What up with that?
Welcome to Alabama
Better than being a dumb ass (after being called a smart ass)
Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it

Things I find attractive in a male:

Manners
Respect for women, children, animals
Sense of humor
Can hug a woman he is not dating or married to and not feel weird about it
Open minded
Their choice in women (sometimes)
Can take direction from a woman while completely maintaining their manhood

Seven celebrity crushes:

Patricia Arquette
Hope Davis
Kim Deal
Jay from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
Todd Oldham
Lorraine Bracco
Catherine Zeta Jones (rock on BeckEye!)

Comments

BeckEye said…
Now if only we could get CZJ to come to us...
9:51 PM
Brooks Brown said…
what else do we need to do beckeye?
write a song?

i'm glad someone else saw her on SNL last week. i bet the dudes in franz ferdinand had to make sure their guitars were strategically located after sharing a stage with her (if ya know what i mean).
5:28 AM
BeckEye said…
I think we just need to kill Michael Douglas.

I remember thinking when she came out for her monologue that the dress was obviously gonna come off. I was lying on the couch thinking, "Oh God, she's gonna whip that dress off and I'm going to go insane". Ha ha.
3:02 PM
Brooks Brown said…
Michael Douglas is way too lucky of a guy. I just don't get it. I wasn't prepared for that very special monologue moment. Moments like that make TiVo really rock!
6:56 PM
mojoala said…
Hey, you have been published!
9:55 AM
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