I’m part of a Meme! Crap.

I’ve been tagged by Letters To The Babies That Lived I really like her blog. But, shit, I like people who swear in general so it makes sense. So here’s her demands.

1) Link to the person who tagged you.
2) Post the rules.
3) Share six non-important things / habits / quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people.
5) Be sure the people you tagged KNOW you tagged them by commenting what you did.

Things that people probably wouldn’t give a shit about but I’ll share them anyway…

1. I don’t like massages. I may be the only person on the planet but I just don’t like people I don’t know rubbing my body. I don’t find it relaxing in the least and I spend too much time worrying that they’re bored. So I’ve never had a professional massage and probably never will.

2. I may be the only woman I know who doesn’t give a shit about shoes. And yet, I’m obsessed with lipgloss.

3. I’ve been fired from probably at least 10 waitressing jobs. Not because I wasn’t a good waitress but because I was “mouthy” “opinionated” “obstinant” “not a team player” – subsequently, those traits ended up helping me be a better writer.

4. I didn’t have a real boyfriend until I was 27 years old.

5. I once broke up with a guy for using the word “yummy.” No grown man should ever utter that word.

6. Any movie that is loved for the cinematography is going to be completely boring to me. I don’t like most movies that take place before cars were invented.

Okay, that was pretty tame. But I’m tagging Becky at Mommy Wants Vodka , Momomax and L at Good Jujy and Diana at Eat-Poop-Pray!

Have fun ladies.

Posted by Stefanie Wilder Taylor on February 24, 2008 6:35 amUncategorized4 comments  


  1. whatthef*ck said,

    nicely done. i actually dont love massages either because i am always too busy thinking about things to enjoy the massage. stressing about why the fuck your lawn guy shears the shit outof the grass even though i implore him not to is not a ticket to relaxation. and i hate having to constantly give instruction, i.e. “harder, softer, lower, higher, please dont dig a trench in my thigh with your bionic fucking thumb.” it’s exhausting. it’s basically like sex. too much instruction required for actual real enjoyment and too much work to actually be in my body feeling any of it.

    whew. i also dont care about shoes. i once wore the same pair of boots all the time for seven years. i finally goodwilled them so i wouldnt wear them anymore and i still havent found a suitable replacement. when i get a new pair of shoes i wear them out of the store and everyday until the weather just wont permit it. then i switch to my opposite season shoe and wear it until it smells too bad to keep in the house.

    hope you are getting some relief from those pesky babies of yours. i only recently took the orphanage off my speed dial.

    | February 24, 2008 @ 6:57 pm

  2. whatthef*ck said,

    tried celebrity rehab. no can do. but i love intervention. its so hard core and it makes me feel much better about my substance ahem issues.

    | February 25, 2008 @ 2:55 am

  3. Becky said,

    Oh how I hate massages. I got one towards the end of my pregnancy with Alex when I was just already ready already to give birth, and I read somewhere that massages sometimes help. Shit, at that point, caster oil was looking mighty tasty to me.

    That’s when you know you’re at the end of your rope AND off your rocker.

    | February 25, 2008 @ 6:12 pm

  4. andi said,

    I don’t give a shit about shoes either. I’ve never had a massage, but I always thought it would be nice – now you’ve got me questioning that.

    | February 25, 2008 @ 8:58 pm

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