Remove the #1 item from the following list, bump everyone up one place and add your blog's name in the #5 spot. You need to actually link to each of the blogs for the link-whorage aspect of this fiendish meme-age to kick in.

1. Unrepentant Individual

2. No Government Cheese

3. Villainous Company

4. Pirate's Cove

5. Julie with a B

Next, select four unsuspecting victims, list and link to them:

1. Burst Transmission (you said you were bored!)

2. Pusillanimous Wankers

3. Wills 4223

4. Life or Something Like It (this should help your funk, Jess)

The five things I miss?
1. Saturday afternoons, lying on my back in the grass, staring at the blue sky, lawn mower humming in the background, not a thing to do or a constructive thought in my mind.

2. Sneaking over to the race track to ride the Clydesdale horses. I grew up blocks away from Santa Anita racetrack. On my way home from school my friend and I would sidle thru the gate into the back paddocks. There was a team of Clydesdales that sometimes pulled the starting gate. The rest of the time they mooched around their paddock, just waiting for - - us! We would tease them over to the fence and feed them a carrot while one of us would climb on. Once on, you would kick them a bit to get them to go. They’d amble around a bit until you got too energetic with your heels then they would pitch you off into the dust. Free fun rides.

3. Sunday afternoon dinner at my grandparents’ house. They had a huge house in Pasadena, CA. I had a lot of cousins, so there was always someone to adventure with. The house sat on a deep lot. There was a garden and badminton court at the far back, then a brick BBQ and patio, then my grandmother’s rose garden and lawns. There was a huge garage which we were forbidden to go into. So after church we pretty much ran riot until dinner around 3. Dinner at my grandparents meant not just good food, but also discussions of local news and politics. The kids were all expected to have an opinion and to join in the discussion; A learning process for us, as we were expected to take a stance on something and support it. It was fun because no one got angry and everyone’s opinion was respected. No one gave you a rash for saying something stupid, they just asked what kind of support you had for your opinion.

4. The innocence and freedom of it all. We were warned against talking to strangers, but it was essentially a good world to live in. We walked or rode our bikes everywhere, pretty much unbothered by parents tracking our every moment. We had to be home before dark. Dinner was at 7:00, if you didn’t show up, you didn’t eat and you got the lecture about, “You know how much that worries your mother!”

5. Simple pleasures – the Sunday comics, sliding on the giant compost heap in my grandparents back yard, sliding down the banister in my cousins’ 3 story house, running thru the sprinklers on a hot summer day, playing “baseball” with the neighborhood kids on a warm summer’s evening, home made “play dough” on rainy days, dressing the cat in doll clothes, lying on the back lawn reading a book…..