So I had a full weekend, how about you? I was trying to think of a creative fun way to hash out the minutiae of my weekend when I discovered that I had been tagged for a meme (thanks Mike). I don't love memes, but I don't hate them either... I like learning more about you guys, so I don't know, maybe you feel that way about me too. So as I was saying, I was tagged for this Crazy Eights thing, which I hadn't really seen in the knit-blogosphere so much as the blogosphere in general. I thought it would be fun to see if I could give you some of the fun (or not so fun) doings of my weekend (with pictures, because that is what I am about here) in a meme. How is that for a Monday.
So here's the rules:
Each player starts with eight random facts or habits about themselves. People who are tagged are now obliged to write an entry telling us eight things about themselves and post these rules. At the end of your blog entry, tag eight new, unsuspecting bloggers and list their names. (Oh, and leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged JUST IN CASE they missed that day on your blog.)
1. I have no feeling in the left side of my chin (have I shared this before?), when I had jaw surgery years ago a nerve was severed leaving my chin all numb but tingly at the same time (trust me, it feels as weird as it sounds). It's a problem when I eat ice cream, which I do quite a lot (the kid too).
2. One of my favorite places to get ice cream (at the moment) is a place called Michael's Dairy. It's situated in a big red barn and there is a huge lawn and all the ice cream is made with fresh stuff. This is more exiting when getting fruity ice creams, lots of fruit bits. I like ice cream so much I bought an ice cream maker. But because I am lazy, I have never used it. The sad part about this little vignette of ice cream consumption and consumerism is that the ice cream maker was purchased 5 years ago--it's still in the box, all new and shiny. Ice cream, anyone?
3. I am a clumsy person (this is no secret); but I have this irrational fear that the clumsy gene has been passed to Little Sir and I am always afraid he will do irrevocable damage to his person. I have tons of permanent scars (we will just call them badges of honor, shall we?) and I would feel like a bad person if I "allowed" my kid to have similar scars. When Little Sir started walking, these fears of mine multiplied exponentially. Whenever he gets near pavement, I have a mini-stroke (you don't even want to see my knee-scar from my worst pavement incident...I was 20, sigh-Little Sir isn't even 2!). Clearly, I need to get over my hang ups.
4. I have an unexplainable love for Vietnamese food. I could eat it every day, 3 times even. I see nothing wrong with driving to a town an hour and a half away for good Vietnamese food, isn't that what Saturdays are for?
It looked better before I starting noshing; but, whatever.
5. I have a weird thing about Ikea furniture. I love putting it together. I have no idea why. I do not need Ikea furniture (at the moment); but, they also make toys that provide the opportunity to harbor feelings or accomplishment and disdain, just like their furniture. And since all the toys are at kid level in the show room, Little Sir quickly picked out his favorite. A rocking moose (?).
Cute moose, right? Yeah, not so much. I now harbor great feelings of hate towards this moose and all the time that it sucked out of my weekend. Time that I could have spent...knitting.
6. When I started my second Sockapalooza sock, I came to the realization that I really, really am not a fan of bright colors.
I tried with the Pomatomus, and I love it--sort of; but, I am not sure if I could ever see myself wearing day-glow yellow socks (as lovely--if I do say so myself-- as they may be--maybe this is why I can not bring myself to finish the second sock?).
Or, maybe not.
7. Bright colors make me think of clowns, which are fine...but then I start thinking of the somewhat affiliated mime and then I get irritated. I think mimes are weird...when I see them performing on the street, I often want to hurl things at them. I don't know why, mimes just really irritate me. If you have a relative, or are yourself a mime, please know that I am not making a judgment on you personally... I just find the whole mime profession (?) a little strange (and really, the same could be said about archivists, but I don't think we irritate people...ok, nevermind). But it is good to know that I am not the only one who feels this way...
8. I can not think of anything for #8 (I think I like the 6 and 7 things ones a bit better, 8 is taxing). If you are still with me, I offer you a veritable smorgasbord of me. I am living through a sort of local 15 minutes of fame right now. To a certain extent, one (that one would be me) likes to maintain anonymity in the blogosphere, but then you go and do an interview and get all famous and everyone knows your business--all of your business. So, should you really want to know all about me, go here. It's out there and you could certainly find it on your own, should you be so inclined. There is no such thing as anonymity any more, is there?
I am going to break ranks on this one. If you are reading this list and thinking to yourself, "I really need to do that Crazy Eights meme," well, consider yourself tagged.
Ashley at dogged. I want to be just like Ashley when I grow up, but without the Rhiannon socks, because I just couldn't pull them off with the same class as she will...when she finishes hers, ahem.
Diana at bestitched. She was one of my first commenters, and I love LL. And she does so much with yarn that is not wool, it's crazy!
Julie at Fricknits. She is hilarious, her kid is cute and her project write-ups are fun and witty. I really enjoy her blog.
Nora at Black Dog Knits. She reminds me of the beauty of everyday things. She creates amazing things by hand, and she writes about it all beautifully (and in a succinct way that I am incapable of co-opting). I like her style.
And if you read through all of this, this is me giving you a cyber-star µ. Happy Monday!