Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Truth, Lies, and Memetasticity

Oh, I shouldn't-ta done that.

My latest Facebook status-update is a re-post of a status-update making fun of awareness-raising status-updates.

Memetastic Award, in Comic Sans font
As karmic revenge, I've just been tagged for an award that makes fun of award-tagging! Unlike most awards, which by the time you get them you have no idea where they originated, this one was invented by Jillsmo from Yeah. Good Times. (And she, like, even admits it!)

The award was inflicted bestowed upon me by Lynn of My Life as an Ungraceful, Unhinged, and Unwilling Draftee into the Autism Army. The instructions are mighty foul-mouthed not entirely suitable for family blogging. So I'm going to abbreviate. Click on Lynn's link above to see what I've left out.

  1. You must proudly display the absolutely disgusting graphic that I have created for these purposes...
  2. You must list 5 things about yourself, and 4 of them must be bold-faced lies...
  3. You must pass this award on to 5 bloggers that you either like or don't like or don't really have much of an opinion about...
  4. If you fail to follow any of the above rules, I will... (yadda, yadda, yadda, see how scared I am!)
  5. This one isn't actually a rule, but once you do the above, please link up to the Memetastic Hop so that I can keep track of where this thing goes.
OK, with all those bleepedy-bleep rules out of the way, here are my 5 statements, four of which are lies.
  1. This is the last blog-award I am EVAH going to allow to waste my precious time (and yours). For reals.
  2. I turned down two offers of marriage before JoyDad came along.
  3. I am so allergic to make-up, I almost break out in hives just thinking about it.
  4. I once hitch-hiked across the French/German border, in the company of another American, picked up by a carload of Algerians. The border guards had no idea what to make of us.
  5. I took a stilt-walking gym class in college one semester, in which I learned to walk on clown stilts three feet high. Never looked so slender in my life, before or since!
There you go. Guess away if you must. And I'm not going to pass this on, nor even ask you to post your own truth-or-lies. 'Cause Jillsmo doesn't know me from a hole in the ground anyway. (Oh wait... is that Lynn who's going to carry out the dire threats?)

20 comments:

Lynn said...

No, it's Jill that will carry out the threats. Suffice to say...you are in deep doo-doo. Not passing it along? Uh oh.

I'm going with the carload of Algerians as the true one. Who HASN'T done that?!

JoyMama said...

Lynn -- I eat fire.

I jump off bridges.

I may or may not hitch-hike with Algerians while wearing clown stilts.

You think Jillsmo can strike fear into JoyMama the wild-woman? Heh. And again I say, Heh.

jillsmo said...

I know you now, though, don't I?

Oh yes. Now I know you....

*giggle*

JoyMama said...

Well, hey there, Jillsmo! Welcome to Elvis Sightings!

You realize this was all part of a sinister plot to get you to, like, add me to the list of bloggers you actually know, and add to my comment-count, right? Go ahead, make my day!

P.S. I don't Twitter.

jillsmo said...

It was all a sinister plot? How did you know I was a sucker for sinister plots????

JoyMama said...

Look! She's falling right into the trap! Adding to my comment count! MuAH-hahaha!

jillsmo said...

Oh, I could keep this up all day. I'm home with a sick kid and have nothing else to do today!

Big Daddy Autism said...

Jillsmo is all bark and no bite.

Nice to know you are fellow stilt walker.

jillsmo said...

I do, too bite!

CHOMP.

See?

rhemashope said...

fun!
i'm going with the multiple marriage offers, you hot Joymama you.

JoyMama said...

Jillsmo -- I, on the other hand, had a day-full of stuff to get to eventually. Ah well. Hope your sick kid is feeling better soon!

Big Daddy -- but do your stilts make you look slender? Or are they just a convenient take-off perch for your award-winning belly flops?

rhemashope -- Lucky JoyDad, who generally seems to agree with the "hot" description of me, unless he's talking about my feet in the winter-time...

To all -- I'll reveal the true statement on my birthday (less than a week, unless I'm lying again.)

JoyDad said...

Heh... JoyDad's so hot he beat out a bunch of other suitors for JoyMama's hand...

Them wild women go for the guitar-slinging rockstars every time.

JoyMama said...

JoyDad and his guitar are hot, hot hot!

Let's not, however, construe this as any kind of clue as to which statement might be the real for-reals....

JoyDad said...

OK, and we won't talk about what other wild women may or may not be in JoyDad's past...

:-P

Anonymous said...

But, if JoyMama would like a list of said wild women in JoyDad's past, it could be had for a small fee....

Uncle Marathon

JoyMama said...

JoyDad - hey, this blog post is for lies about ME.

Uncle Marathon - Small fee in counterfeit bills? 'Cause I'm thinking it wouldn't be worth much more than that...

JoyDad said...

I get no respect, I tell ya...

Casdok said...

Congrats on your infliction!

bbsmum said...

I'm not fooled by JoyDad trying to confuse us with tales of other proposals because you are so obviously the sort of person who would stiltwalk. Don't try to deny it.

JoyMama said...

Casdok - thanks, I think... :-)

bbsmum - looks like you got Rachel's right (raccoon-skinning, mmmm) but you'll have to check here to see whether I stilt-walk or not!