7th Grade Twister Champion Circa 1968

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Holy Moley, Batgirl. I've been tagged.

By http://walisabeth.blogspot.com/, for whom I've now retitled this--

...and The Home of the Bref.

walisabeth was tagged by Drewby, who was tagged by Jen-jen, who was tagged by...you can see where this is going can't you??. Don't have many blogger friends yet, and my readership is in the ones and twos, but here are five folks who just might come out and play:

kay@ http://myrandomactsofreading.blogspot.com/
oldmanlincoln@ http://brookvilledailyphoto.blogspot.com/
jillypoet@ http://jillypoet.blogspot.com/
flissandmike@ http://flissandmikeadventures.blogspot.com/
and citykin@ http://www.citykin.com/

Now hush all while I tell you the story...
Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, SMITH Magazine re-ignited the recountre by asking readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”).

but wait...there's more...

Here are the rules:
1) Write your own six word memoir.
2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3) Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere.
4) Tag at least five more blogs with links.
5) Don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.
6) Have fun.

Comments

  1. ElisabethApril 8, 2008 at 8:05 AM

    This was great! And I do believe that 1968 counts as one word, although it would be very difficult to summarize that year in just one word ("Revolution"? maybe.)

    Thanks for having responded so quickly to the tag.

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  2. CityKinApril 8, 2008 at 9:12 AM

    "Entering, I hear squeals of laughter."

    I'm no poet, but it got me thinking about who I am. Thanks.

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  3. jillypoetApril 8, 2008 at 10:12 AM

    I will do the meme tonight after work, bath, stories, and bed!

    re: aneurysm. Thanks for the info. Even if it is near kidney artery is it better to do surgery? They're saying he could not survive surgery, or he could be on dialysis or he could go straight into nursing home. It seems so hard to make a good decision. You can email me at jillypoet@verizon.net (when you get a chance!) Thanks so much.

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  4. AnonymousApril 8, 2008 at 8:35 PM

    Well, I'm not much of a meme participator, but I gave it a try on my blog. Thanks for tagging me!

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