for lists, apparently.
Like Angela, I don't mind occasional memes. I've been tagged (thanks for thinking of me), so here I go.
Seven probably not-so-oddish things -
1. I think most clearly before 9 a.m. I am always disappointed that most of the world is asleep during this time, because 7:30 is when I most prefer to talk on the phone or have an important conversation. I also wake up moving every morning. Back when Elizabeth used to sleep on our couch after driving some OBSCENE distance all day, we would always laugh about how she would start a conversation at night, and I would finish it in the morning.
2. I laugh when Asher cries. It's a bizarre reaction, I know, and I try very very hard not to, but especially if he is mad, it cracks me up. What is this teaching him? Nothing good, I am sure.
3. My toes have an unusual amount of dexterity. As a kid I had a reputation for pinching people with them. Now what's REALLY strange is that I married someone with the exact same toe abilities, so now my finger-like toes aren't even noteworthy. Huh.
4. Way before I became a parent, I preferred to see cartoons or family movies in the theatre. I will also see a good drama, but romantic comedies (with the exception of When Harry Met Sally) make me roll my eyes, and action movies make me want my money back. And I hate horror films. Being scared is not entertainment, in my opinion. I have been known to go see cartoons alone on Saturday afternoons. That makes me sound a little creepy, doesn't it?
5. I prefer plain clothes. No scoops or frills ... in my prepregnancy days (way back when) I owned about nine shirts of the same style in different colors, and three pairs of almost-identical blue jeans. I have never minded jobs that required uniforms for this reason. I mind them for other reasons, but not for the uniforms.
6. I still write and mail paper letters.
And one to grow on -
7. In terms of personality, I am more like my adoptive dad than anyone with whom I share a blood relation. Which is all I have to say to the nature v. nurture debate.
I pick - Nick, Jason, Laura (maybe she'll blog again if I tag her), and ... Valerie. Your turn.
3 comments:
I also have monkey toes, and rarely bend down to pick anything up - I just grab it with my toes.
So you, you, can appreciate how frustrating it is that since my surgery I cannot bend my left big toe. A true disability.
At least it is not my right one. Because I am right toed.
My toes, too. That seals it -- we were separated at birth.
I don't find scary movies entertaining either...nope.
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