7 More Things About Me
I have been tagged by the darling Katie, who is on her way to becoming one of the best horse riders in New Zealand, over at A Girl and Her Horse and by my faraway friend in Romania who I hear is in dire need of a good Mexican restaurant in his neighborhood, The Transylvanian Horseman, to tell you seven things about myself. I guess these are supposed to be things that you don't know. But as I spill my guts regularly on this blog, I guess I'm going to have to dig deep for this post. Here goes--
1. I am a technical super genius who is capable of sharing my vast knowledge with others, including little children. I recently educated my 10-year-old on how our home wireless network works.
My husband, a.k.a. Jack Bauer, has been known to say, when there's a problem with the home wireless network, "There's a problem with the bunnies!" Where I might offer this response, "Well, the Big Bunny is blinking..." His colleagues would undoubtedly be super impressed.
2. I was a Midwestern punk rocker when I was 19. No kidding. I was a cadaverous 110 pounds and had short purple hair. I wore 1950s party dresses and combat boots when I went out. My parents were so proud.
3. I had a boyfriend in college for a little while whose name was ... Bummer. Bummer played the guitar and swore he was going to New York City to make films when he graduated from college. While I met a couple of one-hit-wonder types through Bummer, he didn't go on to NYC and wound up as a school photographer somewhere in the Midwest.
Bummer.
4. With spring coming, I am having serious lust attacks over this and have in fact been to visit it several times at the Suzuki dealership--
5. My abusive ex-husband was so controlling that he got mad if I bought plastic clothing hangers for my closet. Oh yeah--that, and powdered sugar donuts, which were strictly prohibited. I've had all the clothing hangers I could use and more since I departed, and in a variety of interesting colors too. As for powdered sugar donuts, well, they just make me fat, but I still smirk a little to myself on the rare occasion that I buy them at the grocer.
6. I love my hammock.
7. I want a goat. I always have to spend a lot of time in the goat barn at the State Fair to visit with and admire what I consider to be one of the most charming creatures on the earth. But my husband says I have too many pets already. However, if someone were to send me one, say, in the mail, or via some kind of special delivery goat freight, well, I would have to accept it, wouldn't I? I mean, it would be rude to turn down a gift, just plain bad manners? And I wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
Comments
You'll have a post a video of you in the band days.
Glad Bummer's gone. Glad Ex is gone and still impressed you can sit by him. Glad you have all the coathangers and sugar donuts you want.
Don't mix motorcycles and sugar donuts, though.
Posted by: Anne | January 31, 2008 3:01 PM
That's a good list.
At a "cadaverous 110lbs", you'd have made a great goth.
Will you post a photo of you as a punk? Perhaps that's the next tag? Each post a phot of themselves in a weird past incarnation.
If you lived closer, a lot closer, I would have sent you my goat. Instead of eating her. Well, she was my ex's goat, so I didn't feel bad about barbecuing her. Believe me, there is a reason why sheep and goats are contrasted in the Bible. Goats can be wicked and are always unrepentant.
Posted by: Transylvanianhorseman | February 1, 2008 9:24 AM
I can just see the goat delivery truck pulling up now after such an invitation. You poor hubby might as well give up. LOL
Posted by: risingrainbow | February 3, 2008 11:01 AM