I’m having a lot of trouble getting started on a post tonight. I’ve been working on a quilt for the past week and finally finished the quilting part (yay!) but that really sucked my energy. I have a few different topics in mind but I also want to give them a decent write up, and I REALLY want to go to bed. Little Elf has been nursing every hour or hour and a half for the past three weeks, and I’m starting to… no, scratch that… I AM loopy. And I can’t have more than one cup of coffee a day – and it’s gotta be before noon – or else it keeps the little one up.
I’m amazed by how much this blog has grown in the past three weeks. I chatted via facebook to my very first follower last night and was reminded of how grateful I am to everyone who reads, comments, and signs up to get the emails each day… This gal started following me more than three years ago, and surprise, she is not my mom! So a shout out to Echo, because man, having followers… people who actually read your blog? That is the best. 😀
So, here’s one I haven’t done before. It’s a bit of a cop out (sorry), but for all the folks that are new and for everyone who doesn’t know me in real life… here are 10 weird things about me that you won’t get from my about page. (And even if you know me in real life, you might not know these things.)
1. I’m allergic to raw carrots. How strange is that? It came on in adulthood – because one of my favorite things to do as a child was dig carrots and pick tomatoes out of the garden and eat them. Mmm… warm tomatoes are the best. And the right kind of carrot is wonderfully crunchy and sweet and… yum. I miss carrot sticks. I’m also allergic to hazelnuts and soy milk (but not tofu, go figure). I used to be allergic to salmon, but grew out of it. One of the worst things about all of this is never getting to eat Nutella.
2. I was home-schooled through 8th grade and then entered public school as a Freshman. If we want to get really technical about it, I repeated 9th grade because I’d done it at home already, but whatever. I didn’t talk much my first year and I found out later that people thought I was snotty because I didn’t talk to anyone and got good grades. Oops.
3. I’ve read the Song of Ice and Fire series since 1998 and checked out the first two books from the public library. I read them three times and then returned them. I didn’t remember that I had read them until college when everyone started talking about the series. My friend loaned me the first three books and then I realized there was something awfully familiar about the story. I have not, to date, watched the HBO series although I am utterly and totally obsessed with the costuming and recreated Arya Stark’s fighting outfit for a friend’s little girl last year. Sadly, I have only ONE picture, and it’s not on a model. I’m going to see if I can remedy that at some point.
4. I don’t watch TV. We sold our TV at a yard sale last summer and I am still ridiculously thrilled that we did it. We do watch movies on the computer, but in general I’d rather read a book. I can easily read a standard sized book in about 4 hours… the Ice and Fire books take me about two days, although I finished the latest, Dance with Dragons, in one… I read for about 7 hours straight. Needless to say, I have a lot of trouble staying in reading materials. It also means I’m usually hopelessly out of touch with the current media hotness.
5. Despite not watching TV, if I was to name a favorite movie, it would be the old Robin Hood movie with Errol Flynn. I loved it growing up. However, I got a bunch of friends to watch it in college and they made fun of it all the way through. Apparently something about the way Robin Hood laughs just triggered uncontrollable MST3K-ing… I still haven’t forgiven them. 😛
6. I had a ghost encounter when I was 8. I was lying in bed with a friend (sleep over), and a tiny little light started down on the floor. It grew into a big column of light, and then faded away into nothing. My friend saw it too — I’m not making this up. Because of this experience, I believed for years — years! — that Santa Claus was real. Don’t judge me. My father dressed up as Santa one year and fooled my little sister and I into thinking we’d had a Santa sighting. He melted away into the shadows perfectly… it looked like he faded into thin air. My parents used the “Santa is a spirit” rationale with me when I realized that Santa wasn’t a proper human being… so this made perfect sense. I argued with people in high school about it because I’d – duh! – seen him. SO embarrassing. They must have thought I was really weird.
7. I used to have a cat whisker collection. Okay, yes, this is pretty strange. It started because I used to make little dioramas out of natural materials and I thought the whiskers would make perfect little fishing poles. I never got around to making the scenes though, and the whiskers kept collecting… after a while I had a bunch. And everyone knows if you have more than two of anything you are suddenly “collecting” that particular item. That is the story of the cat whisker collection. It took up a lot less space than plenty of other items though… so it had that going for it. Edit 10/19/13: I had to be really nuts to admit this at 2 in the morning. Just to clarify, these whiskers were just lying around the house. It’s not like I pulled them off the cat or anything.
8. I have, at one time or another, played the violin, flute, piano, guitar, and harmonica. I played all of them badly. Which is to say that I initially played okay but never ever got good at it. I still “play” piano and guitar but it is rare that anyone allowed to hear. I also sing (fairly well, in contrast to my instrument playing), but I don’t do much of that anymore. If I was ever going to learn a new instrument, I’d want to learn to play the cello or the hang drum.
9. My parents told me I could pierce my ears when I was 12. It took me a full year to decide to actually go through with it and I got them pierced the day before my 13th birthday. In a similar fashion, I have contemplated getting a tattoo for the past 8 years… and I’m still thinking about it. I’d do butterflies in a tribal design on my right shoulder-blade and work in the names of my children. I would never ever ever (I actually despise that song, by the way) get a significant other’s name or anyone else’s name. Now that Little Elf has been born it feels like the idea is more “final” somehow and the way feels clear to do it, but I’m still hesitant.
10. My favorite quote since High School has been this one by C.S. Lewis. I’m not entirely sure why it has continued to stick with me through the years, but I have always endeavored to follow this advice.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
Wow… I spent far longer on this than I’d planned… but I haven’t gone to sleep yet, so I’m still counting this as NaBloWriMo post 18. Good night all!