Say A Little Prayer Before You Read This And Hope That You're Not On My List

About a month ago, McAllen tagged me in a meme where the taggee is supposed to spin a story and work the names of five other bloggers into the post while linking back to her tagger. Now, if you want to see how this is really done, I implore you to visit McAllen’s site Ah, These Are The Days of Our Lives to read her hilarious recount of a night gone wrong. Very wrong.

But if you’d rather see me cop out and offer you a feeble response to her brilliant post, then stay here. Instead of weaving some elaborate story, I’m just going to throw out some linky-love at random. If my love doesn't fall on you this time, please come back, I promise I'll have better aim next time. (You know, Jeremy said those exact words to me on our fourth date. Ah, memories.)

These are in no particular order:

1. Goodfather, who I consider a friend and a human being, recently constructed a voodoo wall for me on his site. He claims it was a shrine, but I must beg to differ. This "shrine" was complete with mirrors and candles and bits of my wiry hair. Two days later, my blow dryer caught on fire while I was drying it. My hair? Singed. My pride? Gone. My suspicion? Heightened. (For all you doubters out there, yes, my hair did get singed, as for my pride, I don't have any, so I guess we'll just call it a draw.)

But the reason I’m tagging Goodfather in this meme is for this photo he posted last week. He claims it’s his blogging costume.I laughed out loud when I saw this because my son, a precocious little three-year old, has the EXACT SAME outfit. See?

2. Stiletto Mom, I so calling you out. For as long as we’ve known each other we’ve not tagged each other in a meme. Perhaps this was an oversight on my part or maybe it was by design, but you’re not getting out of this one, sister. My son, sweet and innocent as he is, asks almost weekly for me to find “that one website with the lady legs on it”.

Yes, it seems that my son likes to look at Stiletto Mom’s gams. She has great legs, I'll give her that, but how she uses them makes for a much better story. (You should all know that the link I just gave you will take you to a story that is legendary around these parts. It has been howled over by my RL friends and I think about it whenever I find myself in an elevator.)

3. Colepack is just plain cool. I found her months ago and, bless her heart, she still comes by to read me even after I made a complete a** out of myself on her site. You see, a while back she put up a post about how a bunch of "avian wackos" had invaded her favorite coffee spot. They let birds in cafes where she lives? I thought Utah had lax health code enforcement. Colepack was nice and let me go on for weeks about how birds hate me and that I’ve been pooped on and buzzed by many, many winged creatures. Eventually, I came to realize that these " avian wackos" in the cafes were actually "snow birds" or old people. Yes, I'm really that dim and Colepack is really that forgiving.

4. My fourth victim is Tina over at The Bigger They Get. Yesterday, I'm pretty sure she called me a stripper on her blog. Also, she mentioned my name and Dooce's name in the same sentence. I was thrilled that it didn't also have the words "she sucks" or "definitely not anything like" sandwiched in there as well.

5. No list (good or bad) would be complete without Captain Dumbass. He's wiley, he's tall, he's running out of stuff to blog about thanks to this NAMBLORAMALAMA thing he's signed up for. Also, let it be known that my dancing face is nothing compared to this spectacle.

Okay folks, that's it. My victims were chosen completely at random. But you know what? I loved throwing these links out there so much that I'm going to do it again next week. But instead of just springing it on the next group of folks, I'm giving you all a few clues as to who can expect Steenky Bee to tag them next...

1. This blog is named after a breakfast food.

2. This blogger loves dogs and frequently shops at Target.

3. She actually admits the lack of truth on her site in the title of her blog.

4. This blogger is currently pregnant. Yes, I have no mercy for the pregnant when it comes to tagging. (And no, it's not Dooce.)

5. The title of this blog rhymes with "Pout".