You're All Tagged!

Underacheiver tagged all his blog-readers so here is your new year's eve eve post.


Name: Elizabeth Anita Cleaves Tousignant (Cleaves is my maiden name...now a middle name)
Childhood ambition: to be a podiatrist psychiatrist (don't ask...)
Fondest childhood memory: the sand box...when I bit Jonas McCray...again don't ask, but the good thing was that he got into trouble for me bititng him...all I had to do was apologize.
Last thing I bought was: a bottle of red wine and a 6 pack of Paper City Ale (a Microbrew from Holyoke, MA...great beer!)
Favorite movie(s): Finding Neverland...a great movie that I highly recommend...but if you cry make sure nothing is in your eye otherwise you risk scratching your cornea...trust me I speak from experience.
I wanna be reincarnated into this animal: I think I would either want to be a lioness or a mongoose...both lead adventurous lives. Riki Tiki Tavi here I come!
My best Christmas present was: my UConn Happy Feet Slippers fuzzy, fluffy and very comfortable!
All I want for Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa or Secretary's Day is: Is this a beauty pageant question? Should I be answering "World Peace" or "A cure for all terminal illnesses"???? Well I am not going to answer that way...I am going to be selfish...All I want for Chrsitmas, et al, is a vacation to a warm island, or Disney World...either one would be fine.
My headstone will read: I have no idea...I will leave that up to those I leave behind...to morbid to think about right now.

Tousignant - OUT! (Looking forward to the new season of Idol *throw up*)

Happy New Year

Many of you know that Teri and I spend Christmas with his family and we head to Cape Cod on New Year's Eve to celebrate the holidays with my family. This year is no different.

So because we will not see any of you for the New Year, please enjoy the excitement and festivities...and have a sip of champagne for us!

If Only I Had This Kind of Time on My Hands!

My friend Greg in his "We're Taking Bets That - Volume 30" said that " it is stories like these that make me wonder if scientists have too much time on their hands."

As much as I agree with that...it isn't quite as ludicrous as this story that a UMass Amherst professor commented in regarding aerodynamics and Christmas.

Can't we just believe in ideas that are bigger than us any more?

Sick to my Stomach

I went to bed relatively early last night...and didn't watch the 10 or 11 p.m. news. I woke up late this morning (again) and turned on ABC news at 6:30 a.m. while I was rushing around getting ready. I wasn't prepared to feel a kick in the proverbial balls and subsequently the constant feeling that I am going to throw up at any moment. I ask you:

WHO THE HELL DOES JOHNNY DAMON THINK HE IS?

He is certainly allowed to follow the almight dollar...but after helping to bring a World Championship home to Boston, knowing how bitter we, the Red Sox Nation, are towards anything or anyone from or near or event mention New York why, Why, WHY would he feel comfortable even considering the thought of going to the Bronx. He is now an enemy until he leaves that team...bring back memories of a certain rocket?

Merry F'in Christmas