Six weirdish things

I have spent most of the day draped across one of my two red couches, looking at the television through half-closed eyes and strewing used Kleenexes about my living room. I got a sore throat sometime last week and it wasn't too bad. I really love the 94-year-old smoker lady voice I have when I get a little sick. But honestly, I don't remember the last time I had a cold. I live with a man who swears he is dying the minute he gets the sniffles (or is this all men?), but I am never sick. I even rolled my eyes when my doctor "strongly recommended" I get a flu shot. Because, come on. The FLU?

But last night I woke up and yes, I was dying. Eventually I dragged myself downstairs because I didn't think Phillip needed to hear me hack up every last piece of diseased lung. Then I drove to work, dropped off the cheesecake I made for my boss's birthday (can you say "suck up"?) and packed a few projects to work on at home, where I proceeded to watch all five episodes on the Entourage Season 2 Disc 1 DVD Netflix so kindly sent to me the other day, and bake sugar cookies out of dough I bought at the grocery store. That is all I have accomplished today. The rest of the time I was either asleep, staring at the work I brought home, or thinking about how I should write some Christmas cards. Oh, and I also ate some ice cream.

All of that is to say: I am achey and mopey and tired and stuffed up and totally going to phone in this post by doing a MEME, foisted up on me by Jenny. Damn Jenny.

SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME

(Isn't this entire website about weird things?)

Ahem.

1. I can count to ten in Tagalog. Is that weird? I bet you know lots of people who can count to ten in Spanish, but not many who can count to ten in Tagalog. Unless they are Filipino, in which case they don't count.

2. One time during a basketball game I attempted to catch a pass with the tips of my fingers instead of, you know, the part that would actually catch a ball, and I broke my left pinky finger. I didn't know it at the time, I thought I just jammed it, and I didn't have much time to think about it as my evil three-headed fire-breathing coach was screaming at me to, "SHAKE IT OFF, YOU CRYBABY! SHAKE IT OFF!" Then a couple days later at my piano lesson, my piano teacher was all, "Sweetheart, I think you need to get that x-rayed" and offered to have her military doctor husband do it the next day. Which is when I found out I had shattered my left pinky knuckle and had to have my pinky and ring finger taped together in a splint for all of eternity. It healed, eventually, but when I am holding a cold pint of ice cream, sometimes I have to work it a little to bend the joint. Or when I stretch to reach an octave on the piano- it doesn't always bend back. This is where you say, "Ew."

3. I hate being in the middle of nowhere. HATE. IT. I hated that one road trip where my family drove from our house to Texas, which meant driving through DESERTS and long stretches of NOTHINGNESS and what if we ran out of gas and no one found our bodies? People, I hate driving to SPOKANE. That one time we drove to Montana for a wedding nearly killed me.

4. I probably own as many feather boas as I do pairs of shoes. And whether I own 50 pairs of shoes or 5, that is still weird.

5. I had a private audience with the author of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever when I was six or seven years old. This is not weird so much as KICKASS and AWESOME. She came to my school to talk to the big kids, but my parents worked at that school and I was terribly spoiled and all the teachers knew I'd just made my debut performance in a community theater rendition of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever (I believe I was Baby Angel #3) and now I have a signed paperback, just for me. Also, this is an excellent time of year to reread that book. Don't tell me you haven't read it.

6. I have been writing on this stupid website for TWO AND A HALF YEARS. That is weird. It is also a little bit pathetic, which I'm reminded of every time my dad asks me about "that blogging thing" and wonders aloud how people have the time to DO that.

Okay, now I have to go put on real clothes for the first time today, brush my hair and look presentable because my friend is coming by to pick me up and coerce me into visiting the local mall for a couple hours of Christmas shopping, and I say "couple hours" because it will take at least one hour to find a parking space. Joy!

Comments

[Jenny Ryan]

So sorry. Usually I try so hard to use my powers for good, but sometimes I slip and infect other people with memes. :P

[Christina/Mrs Broccoli Guy]

Wow, I'm impressed at how much you've accomplished while also dying of a cold! I am rather useless when hacking up a lung.
I *love* The Best Christmas Pageant Ever and am now officially jealous of you! I got my kids the "movie" on DVD - it's like an hour long and Loretta Swit (aka "hot lips") is the mom and it's very sweet and makes me cry.
Have fun at the mall! Oh and enjoy that power because I still don't have any!