Thursday, August 9th, 2007...9:24 am
ocho cosas!
Jeff hit me with my first meme (and I’m still trying to get that stain out. Great, more “washable” stuff.). And yes, Jeff, I will be filing a complaint. Let’s see….assault, emotional distress….
Eight random things about me. Is this like true confessions or like a job interview (my worst trait? well, sir, that would have to be that I’m a workaholic)? I’ll probably go for something in between……..so as to avoid criminal liability and such.
1. My hair is grey, well, much of it. Really, it’s silver. It just came creeping in early on, compared to my friends (I think, really, who knows the way people COLORCOLORCOLOR), and with the combination of laziness and cheapness (oh, yeah, and that IAMNOTBUYINGINTOTHATSUPERFICIALBS sentiment), I never colored it. Even when hair dressers would lean in, whispering, “Ya know, we could do something about this grrrrrreeeeeeey…..(wink wink)” Even when my grandmother gasped and said, “well, you’re too young for grey hair!! Why not color it for goodness sake!” Some days, I am proud of it. Other days, I contemplate Clairol.
2. I’ve starting liking bird watching. How geeky is that? Next, I’ll get a pocket protector and bake my own bread.
3. I miss Oscars parties. No one seems to care about them anymore. WTF?? (Kinda makes me a grouch! Ha! Get it?!)
4. I like the way my dog’s head smells (except when she has been to the beach at low tide).
5. I speak Spanish (and Kid, too), well, more like Dora and restaurant Spanish. I can tell you to jump over a rolling log in a river and then order a chicken enchilada with a beer.
6. The realization I’ve had as a mother (yea, there’s just the one): I like coloring. It’s very soothing on an airplane when I am nervous.
7. While in Alaska, I went into a real, live gold mine, with hard hat and all. I’m talking waaaaay in and out through the other side of the mountain, miles and miles, down lots of levels, riding a big truck, then a train car, then walking in a small tunnel which eventually had a light at the end (whew!).
8. Scariest moment I ever had was getting certified for scuba in Juneau waters when I could not see the beyond the length of my extended arm. NO visibility! I think I grew little balls that day. Tied with panic attack in sweat lodge years later.
OK! Enough about me! What do you think of me?!
(rhetorical only! please keep it to yourself!)
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10 Comments
August 9th, 2007 at 9:38 am
I’ve re-discovered coloring as well. I picked up this “grown up” coloring book (get your mind out of the gutter! Not THAT kind of grown up!) that is filled with the most gorgeous mandalas.
Unruly and I sit and color them together…it’s very relaxing.
August 9th, 2007 at 12:05 pm
I’d love to get a replacement gray hair for each of the brown hairs that have gone down the drain. Gray’s better than bald any day.
August 9th, 2007 at 1:33 pm
As I’ve often told my kids; “embrace your geekdom, geeks make more money”. However, on the issue of pocket protectors, we women are presented with particular challenges in that regard. Most of my shirts do not have pockets in that vacinity, and even if they did, the pocket protectors do not have the correct curvature. Curvature could be built in to the protector, however, it is probable that the curvature could impede usage by making pen/pencil extraction difficult. All difficult issues that require scope, budget and schedule to be properly addressed.
August 9th, 2007 at 2:16 pm
Jenn, I am going to look for those! Cool!
Scott, you must admit that women have “issues” with grey hair, unlike men. And isn’t bald “in”?!?!
Sheri, sounds like you need funding to explore and consult on the issues!
August 9th, 2007 at 3:24 pm
I too miss Oscar-night parties. My sister hosted them for years. We actually made an effort to see everything and everyone who got a major nomination, and we would conduct Oscar pools (five bucks apiece, winner with the most correct picks gets the pot). Lots of popcorn, lots of beverage, cheesy themed invitations. And movie-trivia games for later.
And, of course, outrageous cackling over the fashion fox-passes by presenters ….
Let’s have one next year!
August 9th, 2007 at 3:46 pm
Don’t worry Wendy. Bird watching does not make one a geek. Blogging on the other hand….
August 9th, 2007 at 11:31 pm
Oh. I liked you immediately upon reading this. I love me an Oscar party!!!
August 10th, 2007 at 5:41 am
Hey, don’t knock the ability to order chicken enchiladas and a beer. Said in spanish, you might get your order faster.
August 10th, 2007 at 5:44 am
for #4 you left out when she has been in the car coming back from Newport and smelling like the fish plant.
August 10th, 2007 at 6:49 am
OK, Ann, so that’s me, you and Jim for the Oscars….small but doable….
Yea, Chip, I LEFT OUT the fish plant smell on the dog. SOMEDAY, if you visit at the right time, you, too, can gag on the stench from the fuzz face after one of those trips.
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