Meme the Time Away

ohdave.  Sigh. 

*It seems your friends westender, laffy and kirsten don't have much patience with you.  ohdave, I'm sorry.  Perhaps they think they have more important things to do than respond to the meme you forwarded.  Perhaps they don't but they just wanted us all to think they do, so they moaned and complained and pretended to resent the whole exercise.  Why? 

**Well dave, I have nothing more important to do. (One could assume you don't either, or at least you didn't, since you responded to the meme yourself.) In fact, I've been just sitting here wondering what to do with myself, as I so often do.  Then I remembered that you had recently tagged me and I had yet to respond.  Flushed with excitement and a sense of honor (ohdave tagged ME!), I reached for the nearest book....

(*you guys know I'm just kidding, right?)
(**you guys do know I'm just kidding, right?)

Let's see, I'm supposed to

• look up page 123 in the nearest book (hmmm, there are several books nearby - eenie, meenie, minie, moe)
• look for the fifth sentence (oh what will it be!?!)
• then post the three sentences that follow that fifth sentence on page 123 (so I'm not supposed to include sentence number five, is that right?)

 OK, here goes!

Pick, wash, and dry

Ooops.  That's not it.  I started on the wrong sentence.  This is harder than I thought.

Crumble the bacon, but not too much, over the lettuce. Pour the fat out of the skillet, leaving three tablespoons in the pan. Add one half cup water, four green onions or scallions, one tablespoons sugar, and three tablespoons of apple cider vinegar.

No, this is not a cookbook.  But it's not unusual for a good book to include a recipe now is it?  This one is for Wilted Lettuce.  You see Little Heathens ate Wilted Lettuce during Hard Times and High Spirits on an Iowa Farm During the Great Depression. My friend Sarah gave me a copy of the book, by Mildred Armstrong Kalish, as a gift just before I packed up all our belongings and moved from Ohio to Iowa two months ago.  Perhaps she thought the recipe might come in handy.  Someday.  When the snow melts and we can actually grow lettuce.

I see there is one more thing I'm supposed to do with this meme.

• tag five people

The first one is easy.  bluegirl, it seems to me I owe you one.  Remember?  And make sure you use a book and not some episode of The Family Guy you've got stacked in the corner.

Let's see.  David? David's one of my favorite bloggers but he's a student.  I'm guessing he might have more important things to do.  Besides, he's probably surrounded by text books.  Do we really want sentences from a calculus book?  David, if you're there and want to participate - great!  But we understand if now is not a good time.

Frida? How 'bout you?  No doubt you have better things to do too, but after your last post, I'm thinking you could use a little diversion, a mindless task such as this...I do hope all is well, by the way.

Greg?  So you're not feeling so hot either?  Could you use a little diversion?  Feel better soon.

TheQueen?  C'mon, I'm counting on you and bluegirl to make the others laugh.  But not too hard.  They're not feeling well and it might hurt to laugh.

Day, since you're on a mission to explore "everything" this year, what are you reading?

Oh no.  It's almost 1:30 and I've spent entirely too much time on this.  Wait.  That's right.  I had nothing better to do anyway.

~ Connie

Comments

[fridawrites]

Ooh, I'm it, I'm it! I miss playing tag.

"That was a statement," he said snidely. "We need to be more aggressive with the Pitocin."
Sarah retorts, a little edgily, "What do you want us to do differently?"

From Catherine Taylor's Giving Birth, recounting an incident with a "bullying" physician who demands that a midwife give a patient more interventions during her birth.

A book that's physically closer to me but more difficult to reach (it's behind me):
"It will be about monomania and the fish-eat-fish world of life insurance in Rochester, New York. The first line will be 'Call me Fishmeal,' and it will feature a menopausal suburban husband named Richard, who because he is so depressed all the time is called "Mopey Dick" by his witty wife Elaine. Say to your roommate: 'Mopey Dick, get it?'" From Lorrie Moore's Self Help.

Yeah, I'm okay for now since they didn't touch me yet. I get to wait a month. Thanks for your thoughtfulness--that means a lot.

[ohdave]

Well, Connie, thanks for the kind words.

My other friends were just gently teasing me, I promise. Chris Barzak had a typically brialliant reply.

Great touching base with you guys again... hope Iowa is treating you well.

[Connie]

Hi ohdave - oh believe me, I could tell your friends were teasing you. That's half the fun if you ask me.

I enjoyed stopping by their blogs and expanding my horizons a bit thanks to you and their playful replies to you.

[Kirsten]

Ah, Connie. Any friend of ohdave is a friend of mine, even when they mock my very important and busy life of surfing the web looking for entertainment news to condense and mock on my blog instead of writing very important articles on cheesy celebs or finishing long gestating novels of a futuristic Joan Of Arc character who has been charged to save the world from a malevolent fascist dictator.
Yeah, I did it. I have no life. I admit it.