What's the world coming to? Fun mixed in with business? Who'd a thunk it?
Well, I've been memed. And, before that...I was carnivalized. So to speak. I participate in Carnival of the Capitalists on a regular basis...and this week it was at SamaBlog...which seemed more like a carnival for sure. Hop over to check out all the 'stuff.' Warning: it's hard to read. Red text on dark blue background. Oh well. It's worth squinting at. I Love Rob's humor - his comment link says, "Gimme Lip." Kewl! [couldn't resist this image of Fred the Pug...it just fits meme's and carnivals, doesn't it?]
Meanwhile, back to the meme. Some of you will already know what that is. For those who don't, here's Patsi's explanation (she memed me, so I rely on her description):
A meme is like a thought virus or a cultural virus that gets passed on, usually organically. In this case, the meme is getting passed around strategically by bloggers. It's a good way to introduce you to other blogger friends and for readers to learn more about me and the others already memed.
In true meme fashion, here are 5 Things You Probably Don't Know About Me:
1. I used to be a veterinarian's assistant. More than that, I was in the very first graduating class here in NY State. Boy, if that doesn't age me, nothing will.
2. I hate to travel. No, really. I hate going out of the house. If I had my druthers...I'd never go anywhere. I'm perfectly content to look at the world through a window. In fact, I like to tell people that the out of doors is exactly where it belongs, and it should only stay there.
3. I once swallowed tubes to earn extra money. Yep, I worked in a hospital and they did studies on stomach acid. They paid some good $$$ for volunteers who would swallow rubber tubes and sit around (or recline in a comfy bed) for a few hours so they could collect gastric juice.
4. From the studies done in #3, I found out that I lack an enzyme that aids in digestion. I've always enjoyed baby food - and one day, after one of the tests, someone came up to me and said, "Now I know why you eat baby food and yogurt all the time. You don't have..."
5. I speak cat. Not fluently. But, passingly. I mean, I kind of speak dog, too. But, I'm tuned in to my cat and I think I understand her better. So, we carry on long conversations. Me: "It is not time for you to eat. I just fed you an hour ago." She: "But, I only ate a tiny bite of that. Don't you have anything else?" Me: "The dog doesn't bother me all day about getting fed. She knows she only gets fed at dinnertime." She (with a deep stare that almost speaks for itself): "The dog eats grapes - and popcorn and anything else you throw her way."