Tag

I have been "tagged", and am henceforth bound by the Computer-users Loosely Interpreted Questionable Ethics (Clique) Code to follow suit and "play along". ~snicker~ The instructions were given to me by my blog-buddy and quite amusing fellow, The Village Idiot, who scribes his words of wisdom over at Kicked Puppies. Desperate for love and attention, I follow the Code of the Clique - here's what I have to do: THE RULES 1. Go into your archive. 2. Find your 23rd post. 3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to). 4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. 5. Tag five other people to do the same. My 23rd post was "Leaning Tower of Puzza" posted August 9, 2005. (Which shows what a lazy blogger I am - LOL) The fifth sentence is: When the pumpkin patch is open, I have a series of small billboards, placed every fifty feet or so along the road in front of the farm, in the manner of the old Burma Shave shaving cream signage. I am tagging (with apologies and gratitude - LOL) * A California Girl In Kansas * Flying Piggies * DDDragon * Hillbilly Princess * Sugar Mommy Have fun kids! No tag-backs allowed LOL

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ooooh, yeah, I can do this one. Not too labor intensive!

BTW, that is one of my favorite posts of yours!!
10/11/2005 12:58:00 PM
Anonymous said…
lol - I'll get on to this later tonight!
10/11/2005 04:59:00 PM
Marti said…
Thank you buffi and dddragon! I hope you have fun with it!
10/11/2005 05:31:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Yay! I got tagged!
10/12/2005 08:49:00 AM
Anonymous said…
That sure is a fun activity, aside from fling-flangging...
10/12/2005 11:59:00 PM
Marti said…
Thank you laina, I appreciate it! Hope you have fun with it!

Welcome empress_maruja!
10/13/2005 05:50:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Yay! Tagging is such fun!

Thanks Marti!
10/17/2005 07:10:00 PM
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