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Posted: 03.19.2002
And Tuesday means...
It's time for "This or That"!

  1. Run or walk? Walk. I used to run track...but that was then.
  2. Thistle or dandelions? Hrrrrmmm... Thistle I guess.
  3. Birds singing or crickets chirping? Birds singing. Crickets keep me up at night.
  4. Allergies or none? Only to winter wheat, which thankfully isn't in abundance in this part of the country.
  5. A, B, C or 1, 2, 3? A, B, C, I s'pose.
  6. "Easy as pie" or "simple as cake"? Simple as cake. Cake. Mmmmm... Where was I again?
  7. Trampoline or swimming pool? Swimming pool!
  8. Nickel or penny? Nickle. I horrified my grandpa in grade school when he caught me throwing pennies in the trash. And it still drives me crazy when Todd has 15-20 sitting around in our console in the car.
  9. Basketball or baseball? To watch in person -- baseball (as long as it's outdoors as intended and not in the stupid dome here in Tampa Bay). Baseball is just boring as hell on TV though. And nothing compares to March madness. All that said, can I choose football though?
  10. Sliding doors or French doors? French doors. I love them -- and wish we had them in our house! Sliding doors are so annoying when they go off the track, too...



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I threw pennies in the trash when I was little too. I remember that I didn't like them because they were dirty and smelled funny and cluttered up my room (my mom freaked out when she emptied my garbage can!)

¤ ¤ credit: Rachel | 03.19.02 at 06:20 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

1. I used to squish pennies on train tracks, which I guess is a destructive way of tossing them out.


2. You're definately a sports-fan I could hang out with. Baseball is great, if you're there and you have a perfect excuse to drink for 4 straight hours. Basketball is awesome anytime (unless you're a Raptors fan right about now). But football could single-handedly kick the asses of all other sports (except maybe rugby).


3. I couldn't tell a sliding door from a french door unless the french door gave itself away by offering me a bowl of poutine. Now you're in trouble, when I get a house I can tell you who's going to get hysterical emails in the middle of the night about light fixtures and other stuff that frightens the "decoratively challenged."

¤ ¤ credit: jamese | 03.20.02 at 12:46 PM | link--this ¤ ¤




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