Just Another Bend In Journey of Life
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
8 things about me8 things about me….
8 Random Facts MEME
~ I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
~ Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
~ People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
~ At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
~ Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
#1. I love taking pictures. I take pictures wherever I go. I'd love to have a nice big fancy camera but it wouldn't fit in my purse and then I'd have to leave it at home and I wouldn't like that. Everywhere I go I find something that I *should* take a picture of. People think I'm crazy but years after I've taken the pictures, who do they call!? Me. How much fun to look over them and laugh about things in the past that you've forgotten? We buried my Grandpa on Sunday, hiked 5 miles round trip to get him to his final resting place and back and I took about 120 pictures. And even then, there were things I wish I'd have taken but didn't. I don't have "normal" Home Interior pictures on ANY wall in my house. They're all photographs of the people that I love in my life. And I agonize over which ones to hang. With the camera I've gotten this year, I've taken roughly 2900 pictures. Granted that I *do* delete the ones that don't turn out.
#2. I don't think I'm capable of hate. I may STRONGLY dislike someone but I'm not sure I really hate them. I have a heart bigger than I should. I'm very stubborn but even in my worst enemy needed help-- I'd probably help them.
#3. I hate exercise. I hate it but after I do it and my muscles are all tight, I wonder why I don't do it more often because it makes me feel good. I hiked up and back down that mountain on Saturday and felt such a great accomplishment for having done it. Had I never gotten the "sign" from my Grandpa the night before I don't know if I'd have gone. I'm glad I did (that's for another post).
#4. I always said I'd never grow up to be my mother and I think I've succeeded. My mom is kind of a hermit. She's an extrovert but only to an extent. She never really took us anywhere. Going to a movie or to McDonald's (which I have to add were both about 35-40 miles away--- near the closest mall) was SUCH a treat. She hated having to go to school for functions etc. I vowed I'd NEVER be like that with my kids. EVER. I take S to just about everything she has and we spend a lot of time together. My parents went out ALL the time when I was a kid, or that's how it seemed anyway. My weekends are reserved mostly for my daughter. I figure I really only see her 4 hours a day during the week between her going to school and me working. Life is too precious to miss out on the little things.
#5. I hate dusting the house. I'd rather clean the bathroom. I'm not a neat freak by ANY means but I'm clean. My house is cluttered but never dirty. I have piles of bills/mail etc here and there but I know where everything is. If I put anything away, I can't find it.
#6. Listening to people chew anything drives me almost as insane as people clipping their nails. I have to leave the room if at all possible until they're done. The chewing noise gives me heeby jeebies up and down my spine and instantly drives me into bitch mode. The same with nail clipping. I can clip my own nails or S's but I cannot listen to others when they do it.
#7. Porcelin dolls scare the living shit out of me. I feel like they're staring at me wherever I go. My Grandparents got me one for Christmas one year and I never took it out of the box except to show the occasional person. She had brown hair and a blue dress. Couldn't tell you what color eyes she had, I'm assuming either blue or brown but I have no idea. I CAN tell you she was in a pink box. I have no idea what ever happened to her. My best friend used to collect them and before their house burned down and I'd stay the night there, I used to make her take them all down and put them in a closet where I couldn't see them.
#8. I love to travel. I LOVED being a flight attendant and miss it every single day I open my eyes. I think about it at some point through each and every single day. I loved being on the go all the time, meeting new people, going to new places. Granted that yes, living out of a suitcase the majority of the time did get old every once in a while but I'd never take a second of it back. And now, any chance I can get S and I hop in the car and take off somewhere for a new adventure. However, when she grows up, if she told me that she wanted to be a flight attendant, I'm not so sure I'd welcome the idea with open arms. It was different when *I* was flying. It was before 09/11 and so many things have changed between then and now. The opportunity would be wonderful for her and I realize I could never stop her but I think it would take me quite a while to get used to it and not worry about her. Even now, every time she flys between Chicago and Dulles I get nervous. Two major US cities... You can see my concern!
I realize I'm supposed to tag 8 people but I'm not going to. I don't even know who reads my blog anymore because I'm such a shitty blogger!!! Anyone who wants to play along, please do so and leave me a note so I can read your answers!!!!
Sunday, June 17, 2007
TaggedI was tagged but as of right now I'm exhausted so it'll have to wait until tomorrow.... Just wanted you all to know I'm still alive and well. Bug is gone w/ her dad and I've been trying to get my house shit rounded up and taken care of. Busy weekend. Was gone to Bridgefest as well as a surprise party for my Uncle and then buried my Grandpa today. I'm freaking tired!!!!
Anyway, promise I'll do the "tag" and play along tomorrow as well as fill you in on all the happenings of the week!
Mwah!
