I thought to tag was this, but I guess it's this, and I've been tagged. So I'll do my best, but just thinking about my favorite anything causes me paralysis and shortness of breath, so if I don't get thru it, it's cause I've hit the deck. No, not this kind of deck. This kind.
Four jobs you've had:
Professional sea kayak instructor
Four movies you can (and have) watched over and over:
Lord of the Rings: Two Towers (if that's part IIs title)
Any Steven Seagal flick
Four TV shows you love to watch:
CSI: New York
Prison Break, but since that's not on right now, I'll say NCIS (I went to high school with Tony DiNozo a.k.a. Michael Weatherly. Gotta support my peeps. OK, who am I kidding with that sentence?)
Four Places you've lived...variety is the spice of life:
New York, New York
Four Places you've been on vacation:
Prince William Sound, AK
Santa Fe, NM
Four websites you visit daily...are you noticing the job hunt?:
Zibibbo Is Good -- A shout out to Monkee. I don't want you think I'm slacking on my fanhood!
Four of your favorite foods...bring on the comfort foods right now!:
Homemade lemon poppyseed bread
Macaroni & cheese
Four places I'd rather be right now...than at work, you mean?:
Tucked into bed in freshly clean sheets after a long, hot shower
in WEBS, so I can see what all the hype is about
with my pets and friends Nick & Elsa in Santa Fe
There's a whole lotta pressure with tagging someone else, so can I skip that and not get naughty blogger points? Hope so.
And cause every post should have a something to look at, here's The Wingnut. Why the crap blurry photo you ask, and are frankly a little annoyed about? Because she does not stop moving, EVER. OK, that's not entirely true. 20% of the time she's in a light, teeth-grinding coma, but 80% of her day is spent being very, very busy. Very busy throwing her stuffed lobster around (how else am I gonna teach her she's a displaced New Englander?). Then chasing Max. Or Abby. Or both of them. Flytackling Jerry. Using her talons to get my attention. Back to the lobster. Or the elf. More barking, protecting us from coyotes. Bark. Drink lots of water. Nibble. Sit for a cookie. Try to eat it before Jerry the Alpha comes over. Eventually pass out next to the human who's on the stinkin' computer or using those tasty ebony sticks...ah, the life of Cassidy. (And before you start assuming I'm some big Dead Head, she came with that name.)
In Stashalong news: I'm still staying strong, and I will finish the damn seam on Bobblicious this weekend.