Lynn has tagged me with the 'How Weird Are You?' meme. Thanks, dear, for coaxing me to display my weirdnessess for all to see.
It goes like this... “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. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.”
As I have always walked a bit outside of the mainstream, I long ago decided that I'm quirky, not weird. YMMV.
1. I'd rather spend quality time with my computer than watch network TV.
2. Unless what's on is something
Whedonesque.
3. I was quite shy as a child, to the point of physical pain when thrust into social situations like school. I was also surrounded by adults who seemed to think desensitizing me was the answer. Ah, well. At least I know not to do it to my son. Lingering remnants of this: I hate to talk on the phone, unless the person I'm talking to is chatty. I'm perfectly willing to hold up my end of the conversation if the other person will do most of the heavy lifting.
4. Since I was very young, I have a tendency to lose words while I'm talking. Not the same word each time, and in no discernable pattern. I'll be talking along, and a perfectly normal word (e.g. "road") will drop from my vocabulary. I can drive on it, point to it, look at it, but cannot find the stinkin'
word for it. I've become adept at talking around it.
Me: "We need to cross the horizontal hard surface with cars on it. Hold my hand."
Child: "You mean the ROAD, Mom?"
Me: "Road! That's it! Yes, the road. Hold my hand."
My children are so proud when they fill in for Mommy. What's doubly frustrating is when they fill in the wrong word and I can't think of the right word to correct them. Heh.
5. I still want to be an artist when I grow up. Maybe someday I'll actually take a class.
6. I can't do anything and listen to complex music at the same time. I forget what I'm doing and sit, mesmerized, instead. Now, your everyday radio sort of music is all right... hum along and knit.
You know, I found it extremely difficult to think of stuff about myself. I kept wanting to tell you about my kids instead. Does that mean I don't want to share, or that I'm one of
those moms? Hrmmmm.
At any rate, now you know. I'm sure I'll think of something amazing I could have told you instead, you know, right after I hit 'submit'. I'm not going to tag anyone, just as I don't send along email jokes. I enjoy reading them, but I don't want to bother anyone else with them. I'm quirky that way. So, if you'd like to play along, consider yourself tagged and let me know you did. I'd love to hear how quirky you are, too.
Blue as blue can be. It was actually crisp here today - the high was in the high 40's. The kids could have worn their hats, if only their heads were bigger. :)
...but it would smell too much.
It's too big for him, and it makes me cringe because the cast on is too tight. But, he loves it, and that is what counts.
A gorgeous day at Manatee Springs in Florida. 72 degrees in both the air and the water. We walked out along the boardwalk, and spied the manatees out where the spring flows into the Suwannee River. Lovely!
We drove from Ohio back to North Carolina today. We saw a lot of this in the mountains. As we were coming through Virginia, the sun broke through and we were treated to sunbeams filtering down over the blue ridges. Sadly, the best views are from the tops of the ridges. For some reason, they don't make rest stops on the ridgetops. :)
Although his brother asked for a quick mouse, Tweedle-doh* opted for a snake knit from itty-bitty cotton yarn. He loved that I was making it, made all the appropriate noises when presented with said snake, and then promptly forgot it exists. I'm trying to decide whether the weeks of it being on the needles (and the accompanying excitement that Mommy was making something just for HIM) is enough to make me want to do it again with the Next Big Thing.
There was a gorgeous full moon out tonight. Sadly, those photos didn't turn out well. So, I bring you this bit of pink loveliness from the other side of the sky. Sometimes it pays to turn around.
Saturday: Finished socks. Weighed socks. Went on research binge to figure out how to send socks to Norway with reasonable efficiency and without breaking the bank.
I nominate these socks for the Ugly Duckling category in Sock Wars. I'm allowed - I made them. Shhhh! Don't tell!
Happy October - 63 degrees F and not a cloud in the sky. I included a bit of one of our oak trees for color. There's only so much endless blue you can take!
Another one of those bluer than blue North Carolina days. My camera missed out on the fullest part of the day, but I snapped this one of a pine tree in our neighborhood. The sunset made some lovely yellows on the trunk. I'm still waiting for leaves to turn, here. One of these days.
I'm an undercover agent for the Yarn Monkey. So deep undercover that I have no idea who should receive my International Socks of DOOM.
