“THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the ‘6 weird things about you.’ People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.” Thank you Birdsong!
Okay, I don’t know why this one struck me as fun, but maybe the fact that it did should be added to the list of weird things about me.
Alright. Let’s see.
1. I like to pour chocolate chips into the jar of Jiff peanut butter (ONLY Jiff!) and then dig them out with a spoon. Quick candy fix!
2. . Every man I’ve dated for any length of time has asked me to marry him. Usually AFTER he’d broken up with me. Go figure? Since most were seriously flawed examples of the human game of genetic roulette and Social contributions to development, since most were, to my surprise, much to involved in creative chemistry experiments on themselves, and since most were lacking in basic principles like, um, honesty, honor, etc. this is not a good thing. However, the one good man I have dated for a significant length of time (current) has NOT asked me to marry him. He’s too smart to crowd me when we both have things that must be done before we can consider such a commitment. Go figure. Happiness and security come in packages we never expect!
3. I only adore Sean Connery in his older manifestations. The original Bond movies do nothing for me, but the one in which he makes a “comeback” and has to go to a health spa is one of my favorites! I’ve been hung up on him since I was about – oh—10, another weird thing. What 10 yo falls for a man who could be her grandfather – even in fan worship?
4. I tend to like and trust dogs as a race more easily than I do humans, despite the communication difficulties involved in having dogs as friends. This seems to manifest itself in strange ways. When meeting a new neighbor or aquatance, I will invariably remember the dogs/puppy’s name and forget the human’s name within 10 seconds. Stunning, and frequently embarrassing!
5. I frequently wander around my house with a blindfold on to protect myself from the light, and then leave the lights themselves turned on and blazing into the night! I’m sure this can be readily explained by some serious examination of fears and foibles, but why bother? It works for me!
6. I own more than 30 pairs of shoes or boots and usually go barefoot despite living in the Midwest with four distinct seasons. I’m usually outside barefoot in all four of those seasons. As a child my mother despaired of getting me to cooperate totally, but set the firm rule that I was not to do more than scoot the ten yards or so up to my grandmother’s in bare feet if there was snow or frost on the ground. My father required me to put on boots if I was going into the woods, and common sense required that I wear shoes for escapades that required climbing more than two fences. I could do one or two with no shoes, but more was just masochism. Learning to climb a wire (not sturdy chain link, but a more fledxible squared wire) fence in bare feet while avoiding sticker-burrs and the “hot” string of wire strung parallel to the fence was a rather arduous process which resulted in many whopping headaches!
Other oddities that didn’t make the list include the fact that I once spent three or four hours crawling around under my grandmother’s trailer trying to capture three wild kittens for my grandmother to pet. Additional quirks include I’m a fairly good artist, but rarely show anyone my drawings or paintings.
This is a drawing of my brother made from the picture which I also took. Got lucky with that one!
Also, I love practical jokes, both giving and receiving. Dan cannot understand WHY I think it’s funny if he pours a pitcher of cold water over me in the shower, but experimented with it several times after I’d done the same to him (only to discover that he is NOT at all amiable to such antics!) {snicker}. I’ll find something that will make him laugh at his own indignity yet! These are blog entries in themselves, so I’ll save the details!
This is a painted version (much abused) of the character I created for my nephew on the day he was born: Devlin's Dragon.
This is a drawing I made while riding in the car with my family. My nephew is about 10 mo. old, but it doesn't really look like him. The features are correct, but the combination and proportions wrong.
Now, whom should I tag? Ah – Pandamonium’s House Wench is first on the list, I’ll have to do some surfing to find other victims -- ah, friends — who haven’t been tagged already.
Back to the knitting!