Rules:
Link to the person who tagged you and comment in the comment section on their original Quirk post.
Mention the rules on your blog.
Tell 6 unspectacular quirks about you.
Tag 6 or more by linking to them.
Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogs letting them know they've been tagged.Here Goes:
1. I can't just sit still and watch tv. I have to be doing something with my hands or else I get terribly bored and start wandering around. Often I read a book and watch tv or type on the computer while watching tv. It's really bizarre.
2. I learned how to can food, quilt, crochet, sew my own clothes, cook, garden, milk cows/goats, and even make my own candy when I was a kid. I can't clean an animal, I don't know any metal working, I can't make my own candles, and I don't know how to spin (not exercise... making wool into yarn), but I have picked up a few survival skills over the years. I'm pretty confident that if my other crazy hippie friends and I joined forces we could survive some hard times.
3. I have an incredible memory. I can recall facts that I have read only once (did you know that orangutan means "man of the mountain" in Malaysian, and that they survive on a diet of bugs and fruit?) and can memorize long passages of literature reliably in a short period of time (I still know the Marc Antony soliloquy from Julius Cesar that I memorized in 10th grade). It usually takes me an average of 2 days to memorize all 150 of my new students' names at the start of the school year. This is tremendously useful when a disagreement arises between myself and another person, since I can often recall with crystal clarity what they have said/done on multiple occasions. I guess that's not so great if you're the other person, come to think of it.
4. I lived in California until my parents split up when I was 7. After a short layover in Utah, I moved to Houston where I lived (except for summers) with my dad until I was 17. Because of that, I claim the right to use both "dude" and "y'all" in conversation without any hesitation whatsoever. That's a hard one to explain to people who don't know me well. Ironically, I have now lived in Utah longer than I lived in either Texas or California, so I guess I should start talking about "hun'in fer elk in the moun'ins" and praying for "mo'sture" at meal times.
5. I love doing geneological research and spent a lot of my time in college looking at microfilm and pouring over census documents. I have literally thousands of family names on record and have stories to go with many of them. I had anscestors on the Mayflower, in the Revolutionary war, the Civil War, and in France during WWII. I'm related to some pretty famous (and infamous) people, too. It's kind of cool knowing where you come from.
6. I have double jointed toes and when I'm sitting in a chair I often curl my toes completely underneath my feet. This is hard to explain, but it basically looks like all my toes have been cut off where they join the foot. For some reason, that freaks a lot of people out the first time they see it. It's really comfortable, though. I also sleep completely face down on a regular basis, which used to freak out roommates and my spouse.
8 comments:
wasn't I in that 10th grade class with you?? Casablanca ring a bell?
I find it just a bit funny/ironic you praying for mo'stur, growing up in Texas as you did. Like, you're praying to get a bit damp. Didn't you spent ten years wishing you could dry out just a bit?
I still giggle a little bit every time I hear a prayer in church petitioning for mo'sture. I do realize it's terribly immature, but it still sounds funny to me to ask for rain.
I actually miss it quite a bit. I'm really melencholy, and rain appeals to my sens of the dramatic. I can't complain about having awesome frizz-free hair here, though.
It definitely is a totally different mindset. Even in drought conditions, Texans don't pray for mo'sture. They want real rain.
And yes, your awesome hair is envy of all who know you, I'm sure.
love you!
P.S. you can start praying for mo'sture when you move to American Fark
American Fark: the only place you can drive down the street and throw your apple car out the core window.
I believe it's pronounced "Am-AR-i-cun" Fark!
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