Fun meme that I got from
I know very little about some of the people on my friends’ list. (There are even some people I don’t know at all.) Take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself, anything at all. It doesn’t have to be inspiring or anything like that, just something I might not know. It’d be totally cool if everybody on my friends list did this, even you people I’ve known for a billion years. Then post this in your own journal.
And no giving me something you’ve given someone else. That’s cheating. :)
When I was younger I used to be able to lay on my stomach and place my feet on the back of my head with ease.
I lived in New York, in the civilian side of West Point, for a while when my mom’s boyfriend was stationed there in the motor pool. This probably does not make me an army brat, even though when she was younger she worked as a waitress at the Officer’s Club.
For most of my childhood, my grandparents lived in upstate New York. We spent a few summers up there. Blueberries grew in their backyard; they had blackberries in the middle of the dirt road. There was a local lake (that we all used as our version of a pool or beach) with many many beaver problems. I fell off a horse that decided to canter when I was still trying to remember how to post (that hurt); I didn’t even try to pick a fight with the beavers. I lost many many many games of gin to my grandfather, who was something of a shark. Summers were glorious; I miss them.
We spent one winter up there. The snow was taller than I was. Stubbornly, I went in search of berries and had to be hauled back inside by my hood. :)
*laugh*! That’s wonderful. *beam*
What don’t you know about me?
Um… I’m afraid of the dark!
I did not know that! See, I’m quite sure there are at least *several* things about you that I don’t know. :)
I’ve never had a hangover, and only really been drunk once in my life. I was a toddler, my father was putting either blackberry brandy or grape wine on my gums with a Q-tip, and when he was done, I staggered over to the (galley-style) kitchen, where my mother was cleaning dishes, wrapped a hand around the door frame, swung around, and gave her a big silly smile. She told me this story when I swung around the door frame similarly quite a few years later. (I don’t remember how old I was when she told me.)
The first thing I wanted to be when I grew up was Shirley Temple. Then I wanted to be a Rockette. I (semi-jokingly) idolized Miss Piggy. I like the color pink in all its variations. I still have dreams (or nightmares ;) ) about my first boyfriend.
My maternal grandmother taught me a zillion card games. Bridge, pinochle, euchre… and was the first to notice (I was 5 or so), that my eyes were actually different sizes, and that I probably needed glasses. Boy, did I ever.
So, when the North American Bridge Championships are in San Franscisco in a few years, will you come out and play a session?
Let’s see, something about me… I’ve regretted being female exactly once: when my brother’s Boy Scout troop went rappelling and I couldn’t go along. The local Girl Scouts never did anything outdoorsy and my 4H group didn’t have any adults willing to lead any trip having to do with big rocks.
When my brother (who is younger than me by about 20 months) and I were very young, he didn’t know (or didn’t care) how to pronounce my name. So he called me “Girl” instead.
For about 2 years.
As I periodically beat the stuffing out of him in abject grief.
*LAUGH*
I suspect my current level of play would make any real aficionado tear their hair.
That’s okay. There are games for every level at the NABCs.
Um, I was president of the Kansas University Dr. Seuss Club for the academic year 1993-4, and was quoted in a news article that eventually showed up in the NYT Book Review.
Marty Haratounian and I tried to start a swimming program for PE credit when I was a Freshman in HS. The school administration did not approve and had instituted some pretty severe restrictions and requirements for PE. So we started a student rebellion, only we couldn’t agree on what to call it. Marty wanted to call it: The Student Federation for the Liberation of Education. But I thought SFLE wasn’t a very good acronym and tried to change it to: The Student Education Liberation Federation, or SELF.
We got exactly one letter written to the administration, and then gave up.
I was the second person in my high school to ever get a letter in Theatre.
No matter my other culinary sucesses, I have never in my life sucessfully made a batch of pancakes using Bisquick.
For no readily explicable reason (possibly I imprinted on it at an early age) I have a soft spot for some 70’s era (power) pop. As a result, I will cheerfully admit to owning two Abba CDs and the soundtrack to Xanadu.
I get a certain amusement from some people’s horrified reactions to this.
I got my first camera when I was 4 years old, but my parents didn’t give me any film for it until I was 6. I wanted to be a National Geographic photographer when I grew up.
My favorite thing to do, as a kid, was to take a bowl of frozen blueberries and pour milk into ’em. The milk freezes and you get this insanely tasty milky blueberry stuff. Yum.
My feet grew three and a half sizes in one summer, from a size 6 to 9.5 when I was twelve years old.
When being congratulated on my performance as Dionysous in the Classics play, my headmistress said that “she believed I was drunk.”
I was thirteen at the time.
*helpless laughter* Congratulations. I think. *laugh*