It's Hagtoid Time

Hagtoids, as some may recall, are factoids about Weary Hag.

My first installation was posted on May 19, 2005 and the second on June 6, 2005. I guess it’s about time to post the third.

Picking up where I left off:

65. I think velvet is pretty to look at, but I cannot stand to touch it. I get that fingernail-running-down-a-blackboard feeling all over if I do.

66. I love most veggies, but my favorites include farm fresh corn on the cob, spinach, Brussels sprouts, cauliflower, sweet potato, artichoke, kidney beans, and chick peas.

67. I get such a kick out of listening to little kids trying to explain things and elderly people reminiscing.

68. When I’m not nice, I’m extremely not nice. I have a really hard time finding gray area when something truly twists my bra.

69. I would rather play a board game for hours with good company than go out to a movie or play.

70. Most of the many games in our house are word or phrase related (“creative” games). Monopoly can be fun for about thirty minutes; strategy games tend to annoy me after a short time. AND … I try not to keep score because – well – see next entry.

71. I am no good at all, under any circumstances whatsoever, with numbers. Mind you, I was an excellent cashier; my cash drawer was always dead-on, but I perceived those kinds of numbers as “money” instead. Don’t bother trying to tell me it’s the same concept. I hate math and will just get pissed off at you. No really, I will.

72. I don’t like to do dishes but I’d rather I did them than Ed because he really, really hates to do them and he’s such a good man. The only part of dishes that I cannot stomach is cleaning out the little sink drain when I’m done. Those soapy food particles just turn my stomach inside out. I usually ask him or SJ to take care of that.

73. I always have and probably always will love a hot-sounding muscle car. Notice I didn’t say hot “looking” because I don’t care if it needs paint – if it makes my chest rumble when it goes by – I am lovin’ it.

74. The first car I ever drove (and learned to drive on) was a fully worked ’69 GTO. I think I burned out three clutches but my grease monkey boyfriend back then didn’t seem to mind.

75. Dave Barry and Gary Larson were the first truly funny writers I ever paid any attention to – and I quickly became hooked on both (thanks to my dad pointing them out to me back in the early 70s).

76. One of the coolest quotes I’ve ever read and can no longer find anywhere online is “If I want to read a good book, I’ll write one.” I hate that I can’t cite it – I know I wasn’t dreaming – it wasn’t too long ago that I read this and it was spoken by someone everybody would be familiar with. **update** See Kathy's comment - she knew the quote! Also, see Kathy's blog! She has been a great inspiration to me.

77. Shel Silverstein is my favorite children’s author. His writings were so darned cute. He inspired me to write children’s stories; too bad inspiration is only half the battle.

78. I was the youngest of four girls yet I’m the tallest, the heaviest (now), the most congenial and for much of our adult lives, the poorest. I was also the only one who was bald till about two years old and then remained a blonde till now. The others had light colored hair as toddlers but it quickly turned to medium and dark brown.

79. My oldest sister was a Catholic nun for twelve years. She had to get the Pope’s permission to divorce God. Lucky for her, he kept the kids.

80. I wrote in chalk on the outside brick wall of our school building. I got caught by Sister Mary Rita and she made me walk to the convent with her and bring back a bucket of soapy water and a big brush. I didn’t mind this so much, but it really pissed me off when she made me scrub off the crap other kids had written as well. The next week, a friend and I went back and as I stood guard at the corner of the building, she drew a large, anatomically-exaggerated picture of Sister Mary Rita. Good times.


It's supposed to snow here in beautiful New England tomorrow morning. I don't know how this is possible but I truly look forward to, AND dread it at the same time.

Enjoy what's left of the weekend!


"I have never let my schooling interfere with my education" (Mark Twain)