THE PREMISE
Last week, I had some fun playing a blogging version of Two Truths and a Lie. If you haven’t read that post, don’t bother. But please go and read the comments.
THE COMMENTS
Many of my readers participated and revealed that they have:
- met Prince Charles
- had their house burn down
- dined with European presidents
- chatted with Michael Jackson
- danced on a table with Michael J. Fox
- been in a French film
- rode the school bus daily with a now-Steelers player
- punched students and crushes in the face
- met John Waters
- led a student revolution in sixth grade
- smoked weed out of an apple
- had cocktails with a KGB general
THE REALITY
So in conclusion, my life is a bore.
But since you’re still reading, I’ll go on.
THE INVITATION
Dear Mom: Please keep reading. I’ve noted that you didn’t score 100%.
THE REVEAL
- Teen Years
- I home-dyed my hair red, but it turned burnt orange. LIE. I did dye my hair red at 18, but it looked burnt red.
- I used a coat hanger to zip up my tight jeans. TRUE. They were Jordache jeans. It was a Junior High dance. I had basketball legs. And womanly hips.
- I lined up overnight to get John Cougar Mellencamp tickets. TRUE. I was born in a small town.
- Meeting Pro Athletes
- I waltzed with a professional football player. TRUE. Darryl Patterson. He’s an American who played on numerous Canadian Football League (CFL) teams. He was married. I wasn’t. Before you think I was up to no good, I will fess up that we were in the same wedding party. CFLer Frank Robinson was in it too.
- I babysat for a professional hockey player. TRUE. Doug Smail, who played for the Winnipeg Jets 1.0, was my cousin’s cousin.
- I dated a Team Canada volleyball player. LIE. I did date a 6’8″ college volleyball player briefly, but I dumped him when he got cut from Team Canada. Kidding. I just stopped calling.
- Parenting Lows
- I sobbed right after parented music classes. TRUE. William had seriously defied me. Numerous times. I couldn’t cope. When I can’t cope, I cry.
- I drank alcohol right after parented music classes. LIE. The lesson is at 9:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning.
- I swore right after parented music classes. TRUE. I was recounting the music lesson horror to my husband, mid-tears.
THE POSTAMBLE
Thanks for the fun. Let’s play again, shall we?
THE POST POSTAMBLE
Any suggestions of other games we can adapt to blogging?
I was going to suggest Twister…
Fantastic
🙂
Man, are all Canadians just a couple degrees away from every pro hockey player in the league?
Makes sense.
This was fun, and you’re way more interesting than me.
I doubt it! And yes, I suspect most Canadians know a few NHLers.
Love it. I think burnt red would be very attractive on you. 😉
Maybe that’ll be my colour for next autumn…
Oooo…if we play Twister, can I spin?
You can be the spinster, Thoughtsie. 😉
Truth or Dare. Or I’ve Never. By the way, I met another Canadian yesterday. It’s like there’s a whole country of you guys.
Ha. Yes, there are a lot of us hosers.
Put your hand on the black circle.
What do you mean there is no black?
Oh, that’s me in my turtleneck.
Can you just touch me? IYKWIM.
🙂
My turtleneck today is deep purple. It almost looks black. I don’t think there’s any purple circles either.
I’ll start. Left Hand, Yellow.
I’m in a knot already.
All of them totally make sense. Wow, 6’8″ volleyball player! Are you tall as well, because that is a big dude?
To answer your question from a comment on a previous post about the nat’l championship at the 3-on-3 bball tourney: I was in my mid 30’s – let’s just say a few years ago – and we were in a 6’1″ (odd, yes? I am 6’1″) and under, open across all ages, division. We played teams from all over the country, and had to play Saturday for ranking, and then win six games for the title on Sunday. Maybe a post someday with pictures (not sure if I want to show pictures!). 🙂
I’m 5’10” if I slouch. My brother is 6’4″ which means the first time I felt short is when I dated the volleyball player (and he wore cowboy boots!).
Write that post, Michael. A National Champ. 🙂
This is such fun!
I dated someone 5’8″. Is that as interesting as 6’8″? Nah…not so much. But I also dated someone 5’5′. I could look him straight in the eye. Barefoot.
Most of the men I’ve dated longterm haven’t been that tall either: 6′ usually. I’m okay with that, though my DH teases me that I have a thing for taller men. Maybe. 😉
At 5′ 4″ most men are taller than me! Hahaha! I haven’t played this game yet….
It’s a fun game…It goes very sideways when you’ve had a glass of wine. Or even if you haven’t.
I have too many stories I am not sure I should share! Hahaha!
I would never judge you for drinking after a 9:30am parented music class. Ever. I might even ask you to have one for me.
BTW, my sister and I were just talking about the coat hanger/ Jordache move yesterday.
I’m so glad that I’m stuck in tech rehearsals now so I can read some blogs finally! I missed yours lots.
Yay for tech rehearsals. Or not…
I still remember the turquoise stitching on my Jordache jeans…
I haven’t had a drink at 9:30am but I’ve had one at 10:00am.
My neighbor invited a bunch of us from the neighborhood to her house on January 1st to brunch. It was really just a way for her to get rid of her leftover party food, but it was food, so there you go. She served us a lovely punch, and after my second glass, my jaw started to feel all lose and slouchy (my first sign that I’ve been drinking…weird, I know).
I asked the hostess if the punch had alcohol in it and she said yes. Wow! Don’t you think that’s something you might want to mention at 10 in the morning! I had to go pick my kids up from preschool with a buzz.
That’s hilarious. I have had champagne at brunch before. I think that was before kids. It’s obvious I had too much or I’d remember. 😉
Ok, so living in Chicagoland does have its perks. I lived in the same suburb as the 1985 Superbowl Chicago Bears, and counted many of them as my best buds, as we frequented the same pub. On occasion. But never before 10 a.m. We may have played a few games of Twister. Just to limber up before a big game.
You are funny. Love the callbacks in your comment! Go Bears!
HA! I think you just gave me an idea for a post. Fun game, loved your break down. 🙂
I knew I should’ve gone w/ the hair color. Or colour. In America we confess that we’ve gratuitously used extra “U”s in our words.
It helps with your Words with Friends score if you add the U’s. 🙂
Seriously, this was the most fun I’ve had in weeks. I am writing a blog today on most annoying modern philosophical sayings. LOL. Wanna play? I suck at Twister. xo.
I’m decent at Twister until my palms get sweaty and pick up the whole plastic mat. (I think this counts as too much information, right?)
LOL. Never TMI.
Very fun, Leanne. And I know what you mean about dating the volleyball player and feeling short for the first time. I’m 6′ tall, and my son is 6’7″. He makes me look average. It’s kind of cool.
I loved the game. Lots of fun.
I think maybe “I never,” but now sure how you would adapt it. Twister would probably work on Twitter because it would probably have to be live . . . Twitster?
AWESOME – as usual!