Several people tagged me for this meme, and because I didn't write their names down, I dare not say who I think tagged me because I might be wrong, and then I'd get 57 comments telling me how I'm wrong and one comment telling me, "I do not watch LOST." I'm sorry, taggers. I'm terrible at this.
1. 97% of the time, I type my name “Lidna” because I’m typing so fast you can’t even see my fingers fly or even my whole body at this desk. You will only see my shadow. So if you ever get a reply or comment from Lidna, that would be me, 2nd Cup Lidna.
2. I eat paper cheese; do you? Don’t act like you don’t know what paper cheese is. Whatever—pretending you don’t know what paper cheese is, chuh! OK, it’s the cheese that’s melted onto the wrapper of your cheeseburger that you see when you unwrap your burger or burrito. I consider paper cheese a delicacy, as you can only find it at certain culinary meccas like McTaco King.
3. Once, when I was little and we were under a scary tornado warning, the young mother who lived next door to us called my mother and me over to be with her because she didn’t like storms. While we were waiting out the storm, we decided to pull a mattress out into the hall to sit under. My adrenaline was so high that I grabbed that mattress and pulled it to the hall by myself. When the storm was over and we were no longer scared, I started to drag the mattress back to the bedroom, and I couldn’t budge it. So apparently, I Hulked out during the storm and had the strength of ten Lidnas.
4. I’ve been exercising this week. That means I’ve been hungry. HONGRY. Today at work, I seriously considered eating the paper at my desk, thereby killing two birds with one stone—tasks done, hunger satisfied. But the desk papers lacked cheese.
5. In that place between sleep and waking, I talk to myself all the time as if I’m two Lidnas. I say things like, “Do you think [so and so] liked that cake I baked?” “Yeah. I guess so. They ate it, didn’t they?” “Yeah. I just hope they liked that cake I baked.” “Yeah, they ate it, didn’t they?” We get along pretty well, for the most part. But sometimes I tell myself to go back to sleep and the conversations stops abruptly, even mid-sentence, oddly enough. And sometimes, that particular voice sounds like my husband’s voice saying, “shut up.”
6. I have some undergarments drying out on my deck right now. When I put them out there, I had this joyous feeling, like I was “green” and getting back to nature, like I was Ma Ingalls, except I had not quilted my own bras. Then I turned to go back into the house and saw the entire neighbor family outside in the backyard playing on the trampoline and observing my classiness. You know they were thinking, “Oh for Pete’s sake; take it inside, lady. We value our children’s retinas.”
7. The last thing I laughed myself stoopid over was the Ken Lee video. Before that, it was the Alexis Cohen video. Anyway, I have now adopted the phrase “Ken Lee,” which literally translated back into real English means, “I can’t live” as in “if livin’ is without you” as sung by Mariah Carey (and Harry Nillson in the 70s), and is uttered whenever I’m trying to express a strong affinity for something. For instance, I’m going to publish a cake recipe soon that I have re-named “The Ken Lee” cake because it’s that good. I can’t live, if livin’ is without this cake. So if you get a comment from Lidna telling you she Ken Lee, tulibu dibu dou chou, you’ll know she’s quite fond of you.
Finally, Linda at Mocha With Linda bestowed this lovely award on me because ... because ... pssst ... Why, Linda? She said this: this gal's blog seriously cracks me up. . . .and then turns around and makes me stop and think! She's a busy woman with quite a public to keep up with and all, since famous people email her, so it makes my day when she stops by my blog or responds to a comment. If only she wasn't so Lost in American Idol!
Yes, Mocha Lidna, I have had highly, highly famous people email in the past, but you surpass them all. Linda and I share a name. (Surprise!) We both have blogs giving a nod to coffee. We are 40ish. We have teenagers. We have 81 and 82 year-old mothers. Trouble is, she's like Elinor Dashwood, and I'm apparently like Anne Elliot, so we're not Jane Austen twins. Other than that, we kind of are. I "ken lee" Mocha Linda.