Cari, who is a terrific writer and is documenting her adventure in Japan, recently tagged me to share 7 weird facts about myself. Those who are tagged need to write on their own blog those 7 facts as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.
My husband loves an opportunity to dwell on my weirdness and immediately offered a list of things I might share. I had difficulty narrowing it down.
1. Despite the fact that I'm a pretty together person who can keep track of multiple little things simultaneously (i.e. 2 small, wily children, snacks for said children, lipstick, knitting projects), I manage to misplace my keys every single day. About once a year I lose them permanently.
2. I have no aptitude for numbers, and math was always my worst subject in school. Despite this, I have an idiot-savant-like ability to memorize numbers. When I was a small child, my mom and dad used me as a walking phone book; I could rattle off the numbers of all my aunts & uncles and several family friends.
3. Once, when I was about 23, I was eating dinner on my couch, using a large chef's knife to cut my food (the butter knives were all dirty). With no table to rest the knife on, I wedged the handle of the knife between the sofa cushions when I wasn't using it, with the tip pointing toward the ceiling. (After all, I didn't want to soil the cushions with chicken grease--that would be stupid!) Later, I got up to wash the dishes. When I finished, I did a running jump onto the couch and--you could see this one coming--the knife sunk into my right ass cheek. The hospital staff who stitched me up had a grand time making me repeat the sequence of events to each and every doctor, nurse, lab tech, and ambulance driver on duty that night.
4. I eat orange peels and lemon peels. (An anticlimax after #3, but odd nonetheless.)
5. When I was in labor with my first son, I couldn't get the word haberdashery out of my head. At the time, I did not know what it meant.
6. I fall down. I don't do it so much anymore now that I'm carrying children around, but I used to need very little reason to simply fall down. On one occasion, my husband (boyfriend at the time) and I were standing at the corner of a busy intersection. Note the word "standing." Then I found myself on the ground. My husband was very confused, as he had been looking at me, then turned away for an instant--an instant!--then turned back to find me gone.
7. I can catch anything. My husband likes to keep me sharp by tossing the keys to me when I'm not expecting it, and I catch them every time. I suspect this may be why he married me.
I tag Miss J, Aspen, Philip, Dave, Crystal, Marianne and Morgen.
I would love to tag my friend John from long ago Santa Fe days. He is one of the funniest people I know but I think he's blogless.
In knitting news I happily completed 9 hand knitted washcloths, collected another 18 from other knitting moms and wrapped them up with handcrafted soap for delivery to the most exceptional teachers I've had the pleasure to know. The best unexpected surprise was that my dear friend Heather knit 3 cloths even though her children don't go to my son's school! She just loves to knit and she saw the desperation in my eyes as I fretted about the project. What a gem!
It seems we have some interest in our little Surplice Lace Top KAL. There are at least three of us here in the American Southwest, my dear longtime, sassy friend Amanda in Seattle says she's tempted to join us, Marianne in England plans to join and her photos are so delicious that it should be lovely to follow her progress from anywhere. Also, k-ron who knits and snowshoes with her dog (I love that!) somewhere in the world (I don't know where) is thinking of joining in. Anybody else? Aspen? Julia? Kelena?
I think we'll begin soon...stay tuned.
Labels: life in general, Surplice Lace Top