It's Friday! Do you know where your brain is? I don't (yours OR mine)! Even though I feel like I'm back in the saddle with life, I'm busy, busy, busy! Thanksgiving's just around the corner! I have cornbread dressing to make, creamed spinach, pumpkin pie and butternut squash parmesan. Those I can make ahead of time, probably today, since the weekend's shot. I'm not wild about cooking in general, but holiday foods are projects, and you know I love a good project! So am looking forward to holiday cooking. Now if I could just find a couple of little fairies to come in and clean up after me ...
So, in the spirit of busy-ness, I'm grateful to Karen Deborah for tagging me with a 7 weird things meme. I've done this before, so it might be a challenge to come up with seven NEW weird things. But my husband and brother will tell you that it really shouldn't be. The list is endless. And I'm not tagging anyone except J the Grockle, so relax. Though I highly recommend a meme this busy time of year. Here are the rules, and feel free to give it a shot on your own blog:
• Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules in your post.
• Share seven random/weird facts about yourself.
• Tag seven random people and link to their blogs.
• Let each person know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment in their blog. Tag works.
1. Oh geez. This really is tough. Have I already told you that I don't like home decor? Once furniture and pictures and all are set in place, I'm content to leave them the way they are for the entire time I live someplace. That includes things which fall on the floor. They now live there and shouldn't be touched. It's the order of things and meant to be.
2. I don't knit or crochet. I don't like to make things which aren't practical. I hate learning a repetitive artistic skill. Repetitive skills are good, but not artistic ones. Don't ask. I said, don't ask!
3. My china cabinet is full of rose petals. Well, not literally. When we lived in Virginia years ago, I had a row of nearly 30 floribunda roses, as well as a patch of lavender. I was all about gardening in my first home. For an entire summer I would bring in roses and lavender for the table, them strip the petals and lavender leaves when they drooped. The crystal and silver bowls in my china cabinet hold all of those leaves and petals, along with rose petals from bouquets the Hunny has brought home over the years. When you open the cabinet? It smells like honey. I love it. Here are the cows with some of them:
4. I hated to sew, growing up. It wasn't till I was in college that I fell in love with it, when I wanted a wardrobe and realized I couldn't afford it. Then I would sit at the machine all day and just sew. And sew. And sew. Like basketball in high school, it was an obsession. Blogging is now my obsession. Shoot me.
5. I held a tarantula once. Just to prove I could, since I'm afraid of spiders. I also held a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach at the Museum of Natural History in D.C. Because my best friend dared me. Otherwise I wouldn't have gone near it. Both very creepy and I won't do it again. Ew.
6. Did I tell you that I once lost a cute little Chinese garter snake in Walter Reed hospital in D.C.? That was so much fun. I was taking Rob to visit a friend, and when I got to her room and opened his box, he was gone. We wandered the halls, she in her gown, trailing an IV, looking for Rob. Never found him.
7. I'm sitting here wracking my brain and am very disappointed that I don't have any fun undergarment stories to tell, like so many others of you do. How sad. And because my immediate family reads my blog, it's also a very good thing. Heh. Believe it or not, I'm actually quite modest and conservative. AM TOO. No tattoos. No weird piercings. I wear a toe ring 24/7 and that's about it. So, given who I am and what I think of myself, that's probably weird. Um. I have freckles nearly everywhere. A tattoo would have to compete with them. So no. I'm just me.
There you have it. Seven more weird things about the Good Flea. Play along, will you? And let me know if you do? Thanks!
Until I write again ...