Mememe!: Counting the ways
Why do I deserve the tickets? Let me count the ways:
I’ve seen every “Hannah Montana” episode, AND I’m a too old to be admit my addiction.
I can sing along to the Hannah Montana theme song/intro.
I can say the lines for every character in Hannah Montana…at the same time, or before the characters do.
I knew who Miley Cyrus was before she came to Utah.
I have seen the Blue Man Group of TV
I can stand on one foot.
I’ve managed to never let anyone know that I can’t stand on my head.
I once took Ballet.
I was smart enough to stop taking Ballet before we got to the “bleeding feet.”
I can play the French Horn.
I can’t whistle, but I’ve managed to not let many people know about that.
I’ve read a zillion books.
I can make bread, from scratch.
I can burn bread, too.
I can stand on one foot, rub my head, AND pat my tummy, while grinning.
I can sing the Pledge of Allegiance.
I know the Florida State Song.
I can tell the difference between an Alligator and a Crocodile – and I once did.
I have been to the Alamo.
I can quote the commander of the said Alamo.
I’ve never been to Boston in the Fall.
I eat vegetables.
I always eat my celery.
I’ve read Shakespeare.
I love Sherlock Holmes.
I have never had a cat.
I love Anne of Green Gables.
I know that Darth Vader’s Theme is just a variation on the Death March.
I know how many days are in each month.
I learned my alphabet before I knew how to spell my name.
And last but not least, I am a stupendous, wonderful, crazy, zany person who would love to go to the concert.