Man Eegee, that rascal, tagged me today.
These are the rules:
1) Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2) Share 7 facts about yourself.
3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4) Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
My seven facts. . .
l. I recently started meditating once a day. This time, I think it's going to take.
2. I love anything that makes me laugh uncontrollably.
3. I cannot play a musical instrument, and believe me, I've tried. I took piano lessons as a child and then again as an adult. In another life I'm coming back as Ahmad Jamal and playing "Poinciana" until I'm sick of it.
4. I absolutely adored being a soccer mom.
5. I love to cuss. I don't understand people who don't love to cuss. My best friends all love to cuss. We must have all been sailors together in another life. Don't tell our mothers.
6. I have never learned the multiplication and division tables.
7. I like to experiment. Like, I went without credit cards for a year and a half, partly to see what that's like in this society. Luckily, I never needed to rent a car. It was tricky at hotels. I felt a constant undercurrent of nervousness about the whole thing, which I hated. I now have two cards, but one is a bank cash card, not a real credit card, and the other is for Macy's. And I have greater understanding of what it's like to pay only cash in a credit society.
And now the new tagees. . .Hank, Rosemary, Hallie, Jan, and Roberta, you've all been tagged. You, too, Conda and Beth. The rest of you are spared either because I know you're swamped, or because I suspect you've already been tagged before.
31 comments:
Whew! Had to get that out of the way before Jen nabbed all the tagees!
P.s. Feel free to ignore this post and go back to the storm one. And blame Man Eegee, not me. :)
I'm one of the It's, huh?
Turns out, I'm actually delighted, because I had begun stooping so low as to consider changing the shelf paper in my kitchen cabinets in order to avoid writing my synopsis. (Which has to be done Thursday.)
So now I'm doing this, and don't have to touch the shelf paper.
Or my synopsis.
I'm not sure how the other Jungle Red Writers will feel about reaveling their inner most secrets, but I think you're the best, Nanc!
(Quick, how much is 7 times 8?)
I guess one of my secrets is that I can't spell 'revealing'. Actually, it is true that I'm a terrible typist. One down.
What be thy bidding, master?
I forsee posts borne of snark to slack the Tuesday away. Make it so. :)
Thanks for indulging!
One of them slipped and plonked down on his turkey butt.
Aw, the champagne of bottled bird!
In A Country Year Sue Hubbell devotes a section to the very satisfying use of the word "shee-it-far" in certain situations.
Paul Lamb
http://www.paullamb.wordpress.com
From my Ozarkian grandma, Paul, the phrase was " shit far.. and save matches."
I wasn't around folks from those parts who said "shee-it", though. They were always pretty quick to get that word out.
lol, hank! Uh uh, 54, 56, 57?
If the other Reds want to kill me, tell them they'll have to get to me first and there's miles of ice between them and me, hahahah. Oh, wait. Ice melts.
Paul and Ghost, both of you--lol! I'm so glad you mentioned she-eet far, because I had totally forgotten that delightful and useful phrase.
Paul, I take it you got your son home A-ok.
Manny, seriously, I love your list. As I said in the comments on my previous post, you are one interesting fellow.
Ghost, Turkey Butt Champagne! God, that's funny. Or Turkey Plonk, take your pick.
Nancy, Cussing will make your nose grow. Or something like that.
Oh, Man E: Just checking your list of 7, wondered if you are familiar with Joe King Carrasco? I used to follow him around as a kid whenever he left Texas and watched him repeatedly walk tabletops in the bars he played in while blowing his sax. Incredible sense of balance. :-)
Ever get a chance to listen to ? & The Mysterians, check out the original 96 tears. Guy was the devil, for sure, and about the first TexMex to hit big, although anonymously.
I'm off to Youtube to see if I can find it.
Buena, Buena, Buena all the time....
Nancy, do you know the cheat for the nine times tables?
In case you don't (or someone else doesn't), you can take any of the nine times tables and use your fingers extended in front of you, palms out, to find the answer (this cheat does assume one has all of one's fingers). For example, for 9x4, you'd start at the left pinky and count four fingers over, which is your left index finger. Tuck it down. Look at your fingers. What's showing is 3 on the left and 6 on the right, which means that 9x4=36.
It only works for the nines, but it got me through grade school, and I still use it today. ;)
Question Mark and the Mysterians!
Jen,that's so cool. 9x3 is 27!
Who knew?
b2, call me Schnoz. ;)
Jen--that is the greatest thing. The greatest. I am forever indebted. (And now I can count how much.) Love it.
GF, I remember clearly the first time I heard 96 Tears. I was on my junior year abroad, in Germany, and the song stopped me in my tracks. I had never heard anything like that. And even now, that iconic and unique keyboard part kills me. Fantastic. Thanks for some good memories. Although now I can't get the song out of my head.
I have to delay my tag-ment (tag-ation?) for a couple of days. Heading out early in the am to visit my adopted parents, and they live in a wireless-free neighborhood. Back Friday, and I promise to participate fully. Right now I'm stumbling to bed, still haven't packed, or wrapped their presents. Up early tomorrow, I guess!
I'll pick up where I left off this weekend, promise!
Jen and Hank--so I told that method to somebody and she sent me this:
the nines were the only times table I adored. I don't even use my fingers--it's so lovely that the first number keeps going up from one, and the second one keeps coming down. And they always add up to 9, and so...
9
18
27
36
45
54
63
72
81
To which I say (to you, not to her)Okay, so maybe it's a thing of beauty, but. . .Noooooo! Way, way, way too complex for me. If I could manage to remember that, I could manage to memorize the damned table!
Fingers. Gonna siick with fingers, and stay away from buzz saws. Thanks again, Jen.
Beth, have fun! We'll miss you!
I'm pretty good with multiplication tables except the 7s & 8s. I had the measles when the class learned those.
Luckily the only time it's really mattered was in timed exams & I don't take those any more.
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On another note, I've been home since the usual time, but really just quit working. So I missed my chance to share my storm story.
(sniff)
My husband just came home. I--in elation and delight--showed him Jen's nine-times trick. I was thrilled.
He got it, and dutifully admired it. ANd then said--why don't you just memorize the nine-times table? It's easier.
We're a very good balance.
Kb, you're working so hard. It's not right--when we'd rather you were here. Why don't you tell your storm story any time you feel like it in any thread. Or you can tell it in the original thread and link to it. We HAVE to hear about the 'splodey house.
But Hank, it isn't easier! If it were, Jen and I would have done it long ago. :) Numbers do not stick to my brain.
I just dared to multiply 6 x 9 with my fingers. Oh, it's beautiful. 54!!
Hank that was supposed to be, "tell HIM it isn't easier." I know YOU know that. :)
Oh, I can't dump the 'splodey house story at the end of the night. It's too good (snort!)
Actually, I'm so sleepy it doesn't seem nearly as interesting as it should after the build-up I've given it.
Happy to help, Nancy & Hank! I've always had trouble with numbers, so I love little tricks like that.
Katiebird, please do consider just springing the house 'splodey story on us someday when we're unawares. :)
Have a[nother] safe trip Beth!
Hi Nancy,
I'll have to have Hank explain this tag thing to me, really, really slowly.
Someday we'll have to have a discussion about meditation. I'm a major believer.
Jan, just tell her it's like explaining long division to me. :)
I'd love to have that conversation some time. If you ever talk about it on your blog, would you alert me? Thanx. I'll vice the versa, too.
thx, Nancy. I am one of the quirkiest people you will ever meet. One of my co-worker/friends calls me a chameleon because I can blend into just about any situation, yet there is a mischievous prankster always lurking below the surface. I took the Myers Brigg thing a few years ago and aside from the P/J sections, scored right in the middle for everything else. Of course, it does nothing for my ability to make decisions. hehehe
ghostfolk: I haven't thought about Joe King Carrasco in ages! There might be a cassette lurking in my room somewhere, I'll have to hunt for it.
Off to go practice my finger counting and pretend that I have work to do today! :)
Man E, I'm glad you did this tagging thing. I've enjoyed reading yours and the people you tagged.
it has been fun, thanks for adding to the merriment! :)
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