Tagged!

Here's a silly but fun meme from Poppy Cede:

1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
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 people to do the same.

So here's the 5th sentence of my 23rd post:

Saute for about 3 minutes, or until the onion has lost much of its water.

Disappointing, I know...it's a recipe for sweet potatoes...a very good one, actually ;)

So...I tag Liz, Lora, Lisa, Ms. Dork, Jules, and Bdogg (I know, I can never stick to 5). Dig, dig into your archives!

Comments

Poppy said…
Yay! I feel like I'm repeating myself because I said this on AC's blog, but I am so intrigued when I see the sentence generated by the 23rd and 5th rule. It's like a little present. But, somehow if I had just read the sweet potato post by itself I might not have noticed just how good it sounded.
3:24 PM
jules said…
OK! I don't know if I have 5 that haven't already been tagged though! I'll give it a try! Do I do it just the way you did? Put the people I'm tagging up on my blog & they find out that way?! Oh, I'm such a meme-virgin!
3:26 PM
Bearette said…
Yep, you can just cut and paste my "one through five" text and substitute the names of five other people. It's fun to see what the 5th sentence is!
7:13 PM
jules said…
Will do! (actually have done already). I pet a small young miniture schnauzer on my walk home from the gym - light & dark brown w/green eyes - very cute! Don't you hate when the owner is sort of unfriendly but the dog loves the attention!? (I was going to blog this, but figured I'd just share w/you .. LOL).
7:28 PM
Bearette said…
Hehe, I know exactly what you mean. Or when the owner pulls the dog away - I hate that! Especially if it's clear that the dog wants to linger with you.

I patted a dachshund tonight who barked absentmindedly, then went on wagging his tail.
10:18 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh wow, this could be interesting. I'll start counting.
11:16 AM
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