Policy of Twos (twos, twos and a half, whatever it takes)
Melissa did this to me. Y'all can be thanking her.
2 names I go by: Jen (no joke. that is what they call me.), Jennie.
2 things that scare me: Needles, snakes.
2 everyday essentials: Something to read and sadly, an Internet connection.
2 truths: "There are two types of people in this world: those who like Neil Diamond and those who don't." Never assume you have enough quarters for the dryer.
2 of my favorite hobbies: Taking photographs, writing.
2 things you want REALLY BAD: Total organization -- just not at the expense of my personality, to stick it to the man some day. Oh, and abs. Of course.
2 things that make me a "typical chick": A bit of a product whore, the handbag/purse collection that I've amassed.
2 favorite items in the house: My paparazzi camera, my iPod/laptop (you don't really expect me to break those two up, right?).
2 things that make me cry: Seeing people in pain or so joyful they're moved to tears.
2 words I WISH I could use to describe myself: Focused, prompt.
2 things I do poorly: Remembering lines 3-40 of any song (conversely, I know the first 2 lines of ANY song, and then it all goes to pot), my ability to cease eating chips. If I was a horse, they'd have to put me down. It's pretty disgusting.
2 changes I would like to see in the world: I'm assuming you mean aside from all folks getting 3 squares and quality health care, right? I'll go with a world where Paris Hilton is not famous and for people to play fair. Yeah, I know. A bit naive on both counts.
2 words I have trouble saying/hearing: Panty/ies, party in verb form. "Glib" was a great word until Tom Cruise went and ruined it for me. Dick.
Hmmmm, who do I tag for this....
Who.
Do.
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Tag?
Isabel and Rocky (seems someone will NOT be playing. A POX, Rocks!)
Yo Jeopardy, Hit it.
Do horses eat chips?
Posted by: Nancy | January 25, 2006 at 09:44 AM
no, but like horses, there's nothing in my brain to register that I'm full when I eat chips...
Posted by: Jen | January 25, 2006 at 09:57 AM
Appropo of nothing...
I would like to thank you for ruining my self image by proxy with that cursed "Myheredity" site.
Now I am either Greek Folk Singer - Nana Mouskari and I am married to Tracey Chapman - OR I am a wide variety of elderly International statesmen.
Posted by: Dawn | January 25, 2006 at 10:15 AM
I do what I can, Dawn.
No sweat.
Posted by: Jen | January 25, 2006 at 10:23 AM
Jen, you crack me up.
(Dick.) HAAAA!!
Posted by: Hill | January 25, 2006 at 11:03 AM
Or isn't there some kind of animal that eats so much they explode? (sorry, I'm hung up on this "chips" thing)
Posted by: Nancy | January 25, 2006 at 11:44 AM
The idea of you stuffing chips in your mouth, crumbs plastered to your face in a kind of saliva papier mache, kills me.
Posted by: Melissa | January 25, 2006 at 11:46 AM
I have no idea about animals explode from eating too much, but horses if left unsupervised, will eat feed to the point that it's bascially suicide (usually they'll get the red bandana and a cigarette from the vet to make it a civilized death).
I have felt on many occassion after eating bowl after bowl of chips/pita/fritos that I could explode, tho that has yet to happen (knock wood).
Nan, I thought you were the horse whisperer of the group(you used to ride, right?)you should know this.
Posted by: Jen | January 25, 2006 at 12:01 PM
I guess I must renounce my horse whisperer status. I was strangely ignorant of this -- I knew horses are prone to colic, but not that it could be caused by overeating.
Guess I'd better hang up my lasso and ride off into the sunset, sans horse.
Posted by: Nancy | January 25, 2006 at 02:34 PM
And now you know why I never give up my URL. :) Hehe...
Just to answer one, 2 words I have trouble saying/hearing:
When I was a straight-A high school student, I loved to be all pompous and throw words around like I knew what the hell they meant. I was writing a history paper about the middle east, and explained to my Dad (also pompous, yet somewhat tamed family member w/ several college degrees) that my focus was on the emaciation of the Israelites from political slavery. Or some such bullshit. Anyway, I meant emancipated. Of course.
After this, my dad would randomly throw up his arms and yell "Thin at last! Thin at last! Thank GOD I am thin at last." This continued until I fled from the homestead.
Bastard.
Posted by: Rocky | January 25, 2006 at 03:10 PM
Oh, and my ex-husband? Got the Neil Diamond Greatest Hits CD as part of the divorce settlement. What you say is very true.
Posted by: Rocky | January 25, 2006 at 03:12 PM
Ah, Rocky, that made my day! That's a tough one to live down.
Kinda like the time I said to my friend's dad (a pastor)that people in latin amercia spoke latin (I was planning on taking it in high school - I said this in jr. high). He actually had to brace himself against a chair he was laughing so hard - and it sounded like an asthma attack. thankfully for me, that family moved.
Posted by: Jen | January 25, 2006 at 03:36 PM
Rocky, you crack me up.
Posted by: Nancy | January 25, 2006 at 03:42 PM
You know, words are funny. I have a friend in high school who complained because her boyfriend told her her sweater was too concealing (she meant revealing) I still laugh when I think about that.
Thin at last, thin at last! That's really funny.
Also, I could eat lime chips until I toss. It's a addiction.
Posted by: Megger | January 27, 2006 at 03:37 PM