For Once It’s About Me{me}!

Lady Jennie @ A Lady in France was so gracious as to invite readers to join her in answering the questions she wanted the answers to.    Because I worship her from afar, literally  am the laziest stalker ever like her so much, I am joining up.

1. What’s your guilty pleasure? You know what I mean? What do you do that you know is probably not the wisest thing for you but you can’t seem to help yourself?

It’s coffee, I could almost cut and paste Lady Jennie’s answer to this question.  Though, her cup is prettier than mine.  I have cut back so seriously, since August, that my kids have noticed I’m nicer.  And commented.  Dang.

less attractive vessel for drinking

2. Have you ever been able to overcome a bad habit? If so, how?

No. {See number one}.

The habits that I’ve broken don’t seem that bad.  And the bad ones won’t break.  Or I don’t care enough, yet. (I hate blogging.  It’s like a freaking mirror on my heart and motives.) [I really love it.  I just say a lot of mean things.]

3. What’s your first memory?

Looking out the window of the farmhouse to the dirt road.  I don’t know how young I was, but just tall enough to look out the window.  Probably could place my chin on the sill.  It was late fall or winter.  The sky was gray.  The road was red.  The wind was blowing.  It was in Oklahoma, of course, the wind was blowing.  It was beautiful to me.

4. Have you ever had an experience with a ghost?

I’d like to think so.  We’ve had a few poltergeist type things happen in this house.  They’ve always preceded emotional cataclysm with the twins.  Which is what poltergeists love.  Remove the emotional charge, remove the activity.

One time, my husband, son, and I were in the back of the house, and we heard a knock on the door at about 7:00 a.m. I went to the door because I was dressed and the others were still bedhead.  There was no one there.  No one in the street.  No one along the sidewalk.  It had been an assertive and unmistakable knock.

Another time, the family was moving around the house doing their own chores.  At one point, one of my daughters and I stopped in the living room at the same time.  Movement caught our eye and we looked up.  The living room fixture was spinning lazily.  Back and forth.  This fixture has been hanging since 1920.  It doesn’t move when both powerfully strong girls are dancing in the very room.

During a really horrible time…before I knew what was going on, our house was surrounded by cats.  Wailing, howling, spraying, screeching.  Day and night.  Nights were especially horrible.  Neighbors speculated that a feral colony was migrating.  Whatever.  They were aggressively inhabiting our porch and storage area and it was nearly impossible to sleep.  This lasted a couple of weeks.  Animal control would bring me a trap when they had one free– in about six weeks.  One night, tucking my daughter in bed, I looked at her face and for a flash thought, “She’s dying.”  My baby was transfigured into a macabre visage.  In two more days, a dark secret was exposed to the light.  The cats were gone that day and never returned.

5. Have you ever had a significant dream? One that came true, or one that meant something to you?

No, my husband has the significant dreams.  I interpret.

My grandmother often dreamed of a house– large and empty, not a home.  I’ve had a house dream a couple of times.

Mostly, my perception stuff happens in waking.  I frequently awake at exactly 5:22.  It started when the girls were 3 years-old.  In the last few years, I note the time in the evening at that time, as well.  I’m hoping one day to know why.  I have a friend who has the same thing at a different time.

6. What’s your most embarrassingly funny memory, and if you dare, your embarrassingly embarrassing memory?

Weird…I have a fart story, too.  I was standing in the store that sells baseball caps.  Paying for a cap for my husband.  The clerk and his buddy, who was “hanging-out-in-the-cap-store-at-the-mall-because-he-was-a-winner-that’s-why”, were standing there, and while the guy prcoessed my check there rose around me a stink such as the world had not known.  If evil has a funk, this was it.  Grease and Sin.  I gagged.  I made eye contact.  They froze.  Perhaps they didn’t yet know whether their buddy had served it up.  Never ever in my life before or since have I delivered one that bad.

That’s copying, though.  When I was a junior in high school, I fell asleep in U.S. History.  I drooled on my desk.  When I awoke, I was lying in a puddle the size of the desktop.  My hair was wet and my arms and body were keeping it from DRIPPING OFF THE DESK.  I couldn’t move until class ended, in order to keep others from seeing it.  I have no memory of how it was resolved.  I vaguely remember telling the teacher.

7. Alright moving on to more distinguished topics. Favorite book. Why is it your favorite?

I hate this question.  I am like the little boy who was an optimist…when he there was only a heap of manure under the tree on Christmas morning, he leaped upon it and started digging.  When someone asked him what he was doing, he replied, “Pile of shit poopie this big?  Gotta be a pony in here somewhere!!!”

I can never remember the book that held me by the heart in shock that I was finished and it was over.  Because I didn’t just dig through…I closely examined a lot of individual… [lightheaded; head between knees] turds.

Books that have made me sob:  Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls;  Through Gates of Splendor by Elisabeth Eliot;

8. Last question – most romantic. At what precise moment did you know your spouse/partner was “the one?”

Looking back, I think the first moment I saw him was a sign.  I’m not saying a shaft of light came out of heaven and the angels sang, but there was definitely a jolt. I didn’t believe in that kind of nonsense and didn’t see him for some time, but he called me once just to see how I was doing. Another six months passed before I saw him on my way out of town and he asked me out.

I’m sure Lady Jennie would be delighted for you to stop by and participate as well.

 

Five Random Facts About Me

Imagine my delight to be selected by Kate @The Tales of Me as one of her nominees in Five Random Facts About Me.  It’s been awhile since I’ve been chosen for one of these fun little traffic tickling memes.  Thanks A Million, Kate!

It’s hard to come up with five facts that someone would care to know that I haven’t already told on the blog at some point in the past, but I’ll try.

1)      One night I stood on top of a concrete wall in San Antonio, TX and watched in the window of a small community theatre rehearsing Rocky Horror Picture Show for about 20 minutes.  That’s as close as I’ve come to taking in that production.

I’m good.  Thanks, though.

2)       My celebrity crush is Chris Kimball on America’s Test Kitchen. Two words.  Bow Tie. Mm. Mm. Mm.

For ultra-attractive photos of Chris, from people who no doubt have permission to use them… look here and here…and here.

3)      (I borrowed this one directly from Kate) The sweetest old thing I have is this:  When I was in college, my dad took a trip to New Mexico to ride motorcycles.  He brought back this little picture.  He is a great gift giver.

Could there be a worse image?  You freaking betcha.  No matter who you are or where you live on earth, your phone camera is better than my camera camera.  Hey!  Another fun fact!  Just not a new one.

4)      I played Gwendolyn in my high school production of The Importance of Being Earnest.  This fact is on my mind since the girls are helping out with a production of an O.Henry adaptation this weekend.  Best line?  “I’ll come by and look at your old gazebo.” “There’s nothing as bad as a man who takes liberties with a lady’s gazebo.”

5)    I just finished reading John Grisham’s Calico Joe.  It was great.  I gues you could say, I’m a Grisham Fan.  A novel has that nice cozy 14pt text.  The Bible?  Not so much.  Since my eye exam in April when Mickey and I had to waste $500 because all my begging and pleading with the cleft team members was to no avail.  Absolutley under no circumstances could we do any of this per the availability of our funds.  We had to get glasses we didn’t need. with Dr. Darkness, I have not been able to see to read without the reading glasses.  The reading glasses are everywhere and nowhere and I am this close to getting one of those chains that demonstrate that you have entered the “waiting for grandchildren makes hot flashes easier to bear” phase of life.  You know the one I mean.  The one that holds your reading glasses continually in easy reach and draws all eyes to what used to be called your decolletee, but is now your bosom.

That chain.

Thanks so much to Kate the Clever and Lovely @ The Tales of Me for choosing me.  And in turn, I choose:

Alia @ Narrow Paths to Higher Places — Real, Raw, Biblical Woman.

Lisa @ Franny Bolsa — Hospitable, Hilarious, Delightful.

Marj @ Crazy Dog Lady and The Domestic Goddess — Refers to her blogs as “mostly ignored” and “wildly unsuccessful”.*  I guess you can tell, she’s a role model.

Rachel @ Architecture of a Mom — I’ve been communicating with architects for awhile now, and I dig her voice.

There are supposed to be five.  So if they choose to participate, they will be posting 5 Random Facts and Five Favorite blogs of their own.  Please give them a peep see and a high five from me.

Thanks, again, Kate!!!

 

 

 

*Hers are neither; mine are both.

 

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