TAGGED!

Ooh, a meme! Hokay…da rules…

Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.
Don't forget to leave them a comment and tell them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

Hmm. What to put up…

Thanks to some years performing on the street, I’ve learned pretend I’m not shy at parties anymore – but I guarantee you, I tried to avoid going in the first place, then worried all the way to your party about all the dumb things I was about to say or do in front of witnesses, and when I get home I lie awake cataloging all the dumb thing I said or did at the party and wonder why anybody ever invites me anywhere – unless it’s for the comedic value of all the dumb things I say and do. I'm still shy.

I read extremely fast. I can devour a novel in a single sitting. I can’t describe how I do it in a way that others can understand – it’s like, instead of reading each word, I take in the whole paragraph like a snapshot. I don’t know how I do it, but I do know that I’ve been doing it as long as I can remember.

I came to knitting in a very odd way. At Renaissance fairs, one of the street gigs I did was spinning. I’d spend two, three, four hours a day standing in the street with a drop spindle being ‘color’ for the fair. And then I had, whaddya know, all this yarn. So I signed up for a class at a local yarn store and the rest is history.

I have wanted specifically four children since I was six years old. I do not for the life of me know why. There were occasional periods of wanting fewer or more, but somehow that number ‘four’ just kept coming back. And now that I have four, that is plenty, thank you.

It took me about six months to go from “Sooooooo, this red one here is a ‘C’, you say?” to performing professionally (‘performing professionally’ being pronounced ‘being paid for it’) on the harp. Which sounds really impressive until I confess that I’d been playing the piano for twenty years by then, and also spent between three and six hours every single day including Sundays practicing. Yeah, that’ll catch you up to your peers PDQ…

I am a rotten teacher, especially at the things I do best. I don’t know how to explain how to do things that are second nature to me, then I get frustrated that you aren’t getting it and worry about what a bad teacher I obviously am (even if it really is the pupil being dense) and it all just goes downhill from there.

Someday, I want to hike the John Muir trail all the way from Yosemite to Mt. Whitney. 211 miles, plus another ten to get down from the mountain. Of course, first I’ll have to whip my domesticated behind back into shape – I haven’t hiked more than three miles in almost ten years, which makes a 211 + 10 mile backpacking trip a little…unlikely, at this exact moment.

And, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve done a lot of different things already and figure I’ll probably wear at least a dozen more hats before my time is up. I admire people who can put up with ‘same old, same old’ for year upon year – seriously. Because I am utterly unable to do that. My brother shot straight through college; I grazed through it like it was the Hometown Buffet. I’ll take a little science, and a little Italian, and some music, and a minor in mathematic, and maybe just a few courses in archeology…eighteen years later, I finally knuckled down and blazed through a CIS degree – but if you simply added up units and awarded degrees, I’ve probably got a PhD in ‘Miscellaneous Stuff’.

Lessee. Tagging…
Sugar Mommy
Amy Lane at Yarning to Write
Jan at Canter In
21st Century Mom (because I know you’ve just got NOTHING BUT TIME ON YOUR HANDS for silly memes)
Needletart, and I will be stunned if I’m the first to hit her.
Terena at Medusa’s Muse (gonna get you posting more if it kills me, girl)
briarrose43 at meanderings of a bored mind (ditto the ‘posting more’ jab)
Moira at Irish Trouble (hmm, I’m sensing a ‘posting more’ theme here…)

Whew. Man. OK, now I hope nobody’s mad at me for (not) including them. Party on, y’all…