I would like to thank the lovely Coco from Screaming for Chocolate for recognizing this blog with an award. I am now required to list 7 things about myself that you will find interesting. Obviously I don't have 7 or even 2 things very interesting to write about, so I will give you 7 less than interesting things about myself.
1. My Granfather Ungaro's dying words to me were:
"Leenda, Leenda come here, why do you look like a clown?"
It was 1986 and I was wearing Everlast boxing type pants and leather high tops while visiting my Grandfather in hospice. I have never boxed before and I mistakenly thought I looked cool in this get-up. Perhaps the other patients thought I was there to entertain them.
2. The last time I rode on a roller coaster was Space Mountain about 20 years ago. I held my black leather Coach bag under my chin as a sick bag.
3. My Dad flunked me when I enrolled in his class at the U of M.
4. I worked in the sports department for a local TV station and I had to cover a big Chicago White Sox event. When I returned to the station the Producer asked me who I had interviewed and I told him I had spoken with Scatman Crothers. Apparently Scatman never played for the Sox or any baseball team. The Producer was getting all red faced when he rather rudely told me that it was actually Minnie Minoso aka Mr. White Sox. Who knew? Not Me, it was the first time I had ever heard of Minnie.
Boy, did they hate me there.
Shouldn't I get some type of credit for knowing Scatman Crothers?
I could actually fill my list up with the unfortunate events during my stint in sports news. This was in the pre -Google days, so when I was asked to get tape of Carlton Fisk and I had no clue who he was, I had to secretly call Gar. Usually Gar's first response to my question went something like this, C'mon are you serious? You really don't know...
5. I am tired of seeing every one's feet. I look forward to flip flops going away.
6.I have apparently injured my Achilles tendons while sitting at the computer.
7. I have made wonderful friends through blogging and I pass this award on to all of you!
11 comments:
I don't need a sick bag for roller coasters because you won't find me on one!
Great big smiles,
Teresa
Don't feel bad about the lack of sports knowledge. I call it innings during football and quarters during baseball. At least everyone gets a good laugh.
So hilarious what your grandfather said to you.
What class did your dad teach at U of M? Fred suggested that it was "Compassion 101"? Not that you didn't have it but maybe your dad didn't. He probably had his reasons. Love the sports stories!
He was a Nuclear Physicist, I didn't stand a chance.
Miss Linda~I'm back from my summer blogcation....
I found these tidbits of information very intriguing. I'm not surprised by your eclectic pass. A Nuclear Physicist...wow, that's no walk in the park.
Congratulations on the award!
Please stop by...I look forward to the return of your company.
Sweet wishes,
Sara
Leenda, Leenda, Leenda, enough with the funny stories already! I am sitting by my lonesome laughing at the thought of your Grandfather's last words!
Especially after that Facebook link. You might warm me up to clowns yet.
Lol you had me chuckling there...
Did your grandfather really say that!!
I'm laughing out loud at your Grandfather's last words...and the Scatman Crothers story. Love your list.
Oh, Linda! I cannot imagine how you would hold a coach bag up to your chin as a barf bag! And I think you are brave to share that embarrassing Scatman Crothers story. Yikes!
As for bare feet--I never get enough of them, but that's the country in me maybe.
Congrats on your award:)
hahaaaa!!! i LOVE this. i've never read a more perfect list. you are too cute and so funny!!
#6, however, is NOT funny! what happened!? are you okay? xoxo
Linda, these are fun! I so enjoy your writing. Your grandfather sounded like a hoot! ~PJ
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