Marnie at Girl Number Twenty tagged me for seven things–oh, to be limited to seven… I have more than enough fingers to count this out, so it should be easy:

1. I can imitate a number of singing styles and voices, including Butters (from South Park), Louis Armstrong and Ethel Merman (not all are complimentary!).

2. I love greens. I mean, I LOVE them. I eat a ton of cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower (white, yes, but related), kale, collards, arugula, mache, tatsoi, bok choy, napa cabbage, achara, kim chee, amaranth, broccoli raab, spinach, and etc…the list goes on forever. The Viking is often jealous of the massive attentions I give my greens. I can’t help it–I love ‘em. I often think my autoimmune deficiencies (I also love oranges) relate to my obsession with greens. I can eat an entire head of cabbage in one day, and I’ve been told that is not normal. Hey, there, Mr. “that’s not normal,” maybe NOT eating that much greenery is what isn’t normal, huh? Huh? What do you have to say about that???

3. When I was little, I seriously believed that there was a door to Narnia in my basement (7 years). I also spooked myself into thinking I’d bewitched a Pringles lid used on a Ouija board (8 years). I believe in ghosts, fairies, alternate realities, and the flying spaghetti monster.

4. I love food. I didn’t love food 10 years ago as much as I love it now. I’ve always eaten a variety of ethnic foods, but was terribly poor in the way of allowance (thanks mom and dad, I’m a good saver, now) and always bought the cheapest item on the menu. When I met my husband, I wanted him to try all the food I typically ate. for comparison: I had McDonalds twice my four years in college and I don’t drink soda, typically. Compare this to my husband who used to eat 20 piece McNuggets and two Whoppers for dinner. Since meeting him, of course, I’ve had more McDonalds than I care to admit–typically on road trips. It grosses me out, to be honest, but 3 times a year isn’t going to kill us.

Anyway, he tried everything I put in front of him and has loved it all. Last night, on our way home from a meeting, we stopped at Coyoacan in Merriam for tamales and gorditas. He was so inspired, he commented on our evolutionary eating: “My tastes have changed so much after trying all these different restaurants over the years (11 years in May)–it is all so delicious! I am so bored by the Applebees and Olive Gardens, now.” Wow…

5. I was a high school cheerleader. There wasn’t a gymnastics team where I grew up, and all the cheerleaders were incredibly athletic (many did double time on the soccer team, which is huge in my hometown, bloodsport huge), so I said, what the hey. If I made it, yay, if I didn’t, I was planning on joining band, anyway. I made it and cheered for 3 of the 4 years I was in high school, dislocating my elbow in the process during a handspring-intense moment. My senior year I spent filling out applications to colleges I didn’t want to attend (in general–I didn’t want to go to college in general, can you imagine that?) and didn’t have time to do much else except wear sweatpants and bathe–the shackles my mom clapped over my ankles had chains that didn’t reach high school football games. I’m KIDDING, ma, if you spidey sense is tingling.

6. I used to have an insect and frog obsession. I am still very interested, but the cats keep me fairly busy. For years, people would send me tons of frog gifts. They are all in my basement, dormant. Waiting.

7. I hate being photographed, but I love photography, including taking photos. Someone at work once asked why I hated being photographed. I convinced him that I was fearful of the image taking my soul. Truth be told, I am just not confident about how I look. It’s not that I need to be soothed about how I look, I just don’t want to think about it. I was so seriously mocked as a kid and through high school, I think I shut that part of my brain down. Even though I know I am easy on the eyes for my own husband, beyond that, I just don’t want to deal with it. This will have to change if we ever have kids–they intuit enough as it is–

That’s it from me! Now, who to tag…oh…

IAMJAK

AfricanKelli

Gooseflesh

Dear Megan

Ten Ten

Stelladanza

Rules:

1. link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

This entry was posted on Thursday, February 21st, 2008 at 9:19 am and is filed under Blogging, Blogs I Read.