Six Unspectacular Things About Me September 16, 2008
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I’ve been tagged by Mrs. Slocombe, and although I’ve avoided memes til now, I can’t deny him. So here are six unspectacular things about me:
- I unconsciously perch on my desk chair—that is, I sit right at the end of it. When I realize I am doing this, I try to sit back and give myself some support. But it won’t be long til I’m perching again.
- If you are on the phone with me, chances are I am not sitting still. I pace through all the rooms of whatever floor I’m on when I talk/listen. (I am a bit hyperactive.)
- I do not own a cell phone.
- Winnie-the-Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner are sacred texts to me. I hate Disneyfied Winnie-the-Pooh.
- I drive what many consider to be the Vermont State Car.
- I have a soy/frozen fruit shake almost every day for breakfast.
Tagged: Craig, Adam, Dona, Damyanti, Helen (I can dream, can’t I?), Mali (if she’s game and can get around the alpha thing)
Meme Terms and Conditions
- Link to the person who tagged you.
- Mention the rules on your blog.
- List six unspectacular things about you.
- Tag six other bloggers by linking to them.
Route 153 
l’m curious now: what is the Vermont State Car?
Honestly, I can’t take part in this. Everything about me is spectacular.
Sigh. I know. I wish I were you.
I’ll bet another reader will alert you to the Vermont State Car. If not, I’ll be back to do so.
Vermont State Car: This wouldn’t be a Subaru Outback, would it?
She She: Indeed it would. After 10 years in a Forester, I actually made a change. (Thought about tagging you, but figured you get tagged all the time!)
Our other car is a high-gas-mileage Honda.
We had a Forester and traded up for a mini-van (welcome to middle age!). Our Subaru Impreza is on its last wheel and we’re shopping around for an Outback. I heart Subarus.
I heart them too. And I try really really hard to not heart things!
But I don’t see anything nonspectacular there. You have a car I’d love to have have nearly the same breakfast I do each morning and I pace when on the phone.
I have old old OLD boxed sets (yes, multiples) of your sacred texts and they are in special places where I can grab them when needed.
And I perch. I should know better. I do know better. I do it anyway.
Hence, all these traits must be spectacular.
(All this translates to I don’t get the game.)
Um, duh.:)
Yes, don’t deny me me . I love me so much. And Helen I think you need to prove that assertion: choose six things about yourself at random: we’ll be the judges.
I’ll add a seventh: She knows all the lyrics to almost every song in Hair.
Hey IB — that was my first time being tagged. Thank you, I think.
I agree with #4 — Disney has ruined so many good stories that I love.
My daughter is a pacer whilst talking on the phone too. She claimed it was a teen thing. Maybe you are a teenager at heart.
Adam: Perhaps everything is spectacular. Which would argue for Helen’s playing along anyway.
Ah, fellow perchers and pacers! Glad to hear about you/them.
And as for Hair, well, I can only claim to know all the words to maybe the first dozen songs or so. There was definitely catchier energy to the beginning of the album. Craig, however, will have me beat, and I have to say, I completely respect him for that. (Hmmm. I have a friend here in Portland who knows them all too—we’ve had our Abie Baby moments.)
Six spectacular things about me
1. I am eating a spectacularly delicious eggplant curry – homemade – as I write this.
2. I have a spectacularly poor memory, so much so that I am wondering if I should stop laughing and start worrying (or maybe take up sudoku).
3. I just saw My Winnipeg, which had a spectacularly horrific scene of horses frozen in the river, only their heads sticking out of the ice, mouths contorted. Until today I thought it was archival footage, but apparently the heads were created for the “documentary.”
4. I am trying to learn how to play the ukulele with the help of Pineapple Pete’s online ukulele school, but my left hand is spectacularly uncoordinated so my progress is spectacularly slow.
5. I have spectacular friends who either are artistic, funny, wonderful cooks, throw cat showers, have access to lakefront property, or all of the preceding.
6. When King Arthur died I was so distraught that my mother ended up having him stuffed and I kept him on a shelf in my room. Many years later I found him stored in a box, the once-noble king of the guinea pigs now a spectacularly fusty relic.
Helen: Spectacular.
1: Yum. 2. I’m sorry, what? 3. OH MY GOD! 4. That is entirely too cool. 5. Also cool. 6. And where is King Arthur now?
Many thanks. And very smart, getting out of going back to your own blog…
I left him under a tree in the backyard. In spite of all the formaldehyde or whatever taxidermists use, he appears to have disintegrated… or maybe some animal took him home, attracted by his nondemanding nature.
I’m not sure anymore about whether #3 actually happened, or whether the pictures were real.
ok, this is just damned spooky.
i’m exactly like you in all ways. except i gave up the soy shakes a while back. and my outback is an impreza. but besides those some details, we’re twins!!!
Laurie: WHAT? You don’t have a CELL PHONE?
(I am honored to have such a great writer as a twin.)