Tagged twice in one day

So this is a "Four" Meme. I was tagged by Valley girl Here goes:

4 Dishes I "Like" to "Cook":
1. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes for my husband
2. Soups
3. Any form of potatoes
4. Poached salmon

4 Qualities I Love in People:
1. Humor
2. Openness, I hate secretive people
3. Loyalty
4. Honesty

4 Places I Have Been:
1. Hawaii
2. Caribbean
3. Puerto Vallarta
4. Idaho

4 Things in My Bedroom
1. A whole whole lot of clothes
2. My Coach purse collection
3. Random baby toys
4. Earplugs

4 Dirty Words I Like
1. Slut muffin
2. Fuck
3. Whore
4. Asshole

And with that, I am tagging:
1. Babba
2. NYC Girl
3. Megan
4. Sabrina
5. Coffee Slut (because she is always blogstipated)

Tag I'm it

Sabrina of Silly Me tagged me so I'm it

- Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
- Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
- Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

  1. I have to have milk with pancakes, spaghetti and ice cream
  2. I can not sleep with any sort of noise or lights near me. In fact I wear ear plugs every night.
  3. I can't handle my stove being dirty. It drives me totally insane. I wipe it constantly while I cook. The rest of the kitchen can be a mess but not my stove.
  4. I have no problem picking my sons boogers.
  5. I will not drink cold water from a tap but I will boil it for tea and cook with it.
  6. Grass at parks scare me ever since I realized they are full of human spit, dog pee and feces.
  7. I am extremely picky about how my toothpaste taste and I also get mad if there isn't a certain kind of lid on the tube.
I now tag
Babba Unknown-in hopes of getting her to blog
Valley Girl
Lindsey- so she has something to do during class
Humor Girl-when she gets her blog back

And now it’s your turn.


Please send me link for your blog I can't get in!!!!!!! I am not at home so I don't have all my favorites in front of me.

Never to late

Okay so I got a TON of responses from people saying they wanted to submit drunk stories but they forgot. Tsk tsk for forgetting. However, I am loving the idea of having guest posters on my blog because it gives other people a chance to post a sample of their writing and have it read by people who may not have discovered them yet. Sooooo I'm extending the invite for your best drunken story. Please send it in email to wilddreemer at yahoo dot com and I will post them weekly. I think this is a terrific idea since I will be busy with a newborn and some days will need something quick and easy to throw up on my blog. Lets try not to forget this time ya'll. Get in gear and share your best drunk story. Also, if you are a well behaved drunk but have a terrific story of someone you know, feel free to send that also. At the end I will repost all of the links to all of your drunk stories and the winner is going to win a prize! This is my first ever prize awarding thingy so I'm very excited. DON'T FORGET THIS TIME!

Day three

And day three goes to Lindsey. She will be posting Sunday the 18th. Now the part that I find the most amusing about Lindseys story is that we never find out who or why the guy was chasing her. It is always going to drive me nuts wondering why that guy was chasing her. I bet he was like hey lady you dropped your wallet or something. Here is Lindsey's story.

Ok, here's ONE of my most embarassing stories. It's much better in person with impersonations but oh-well.

I was at a frat party (this is where you go, FIGURES!) and this creepy dude was following me around in a not normal way and I LOST MY FRIENDS so I couldn't escape. In my inebriated state, I decided to RUN away. He followed me! SO I ran faster (only drunk running) and got my ass out of the house somehow. I turned on my turbo-boost running and next thing I know I can actually see my feet in front of me like I'm the road-runner or something. Sweet, right? Not so much. I cut through the St Mary's Catholic church parking lot near my house and trip over one of those parking divider curb things. In slow motion I skid face first to the ground and my head crashes into the parking divider curb thing paralell to the one I tripped on. There I lay (with Jesus laughing from above I'm sure). Don't know how long I was there bit my friends stumbled upon me later as they were walking home. I was this lump laying in the church parking lot. They figured out it was me and helped me up which is when I FREAKED OUT and ran home holding my head. I get home and anyone I encounter reacts with dropped jaw and OHMYGOD. I finally make it up to my room and see myself and FREAK OUT MORE b/c I have a tennis ball growing out of my temple. Holy crap! Everytime I look into a mirror I freak out. My friends call dial-a-nurse to figure out what to do with me and have to answer questions such as "is she bleeding out of the ears?" They decide to wait to take me to the ER b/c I have been drinking and am underage. When we get to the ER I am given meds for a concussion and they clean-up my scrapes. The next day was DADS WEEKEND! I woke up with a black eye and had to explain myself to my profs and my dad. I made sure to wear the hospital bracelet to school for sympathy and told them "I fell while jogging in the dark" and tried to get through class while on vicodin. Embarassing. My friends then seriously made me wear a helmet out for a while as punishment for having to take care of my stupid-ass. THE END

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