"Scrap means left over, fragments, discarded material. Many times truth and honesty are discarded material, considered fragments and left over. People like us need to tell it like it is, and let the scraps fall where they will. There are 2 guidelines for receiving this award. One, you are to list 10 honest things about yourself. Make them interesting, even if you have to dig deep. Two, present the award to 7 other bloggers."
1. I actually posted the guidelines. That's unusual for me since I don't ususally follow the guidelines. In fact, sometimes in Bible study the leader will ask me, what did you write for question such and such? And I will answer, "well, I didn't really answer that question as it was asked per-say, but let me tell you about the question I came up with that I did write a response to." But now you know what the poor Sweetling is trying to work from.
2. I think if I've already confessed that I often buy my underwear in the little girl's department and that I would want a belly button ring if my stomach didn't resemble elephant hide, I don't have a lot of other unconfessed loose ends to hang out here.
3. When I think I've done something really, really well, no one seems to notice it. When I've done something that I think is mediocre and fell well short of my ideals, everyone raves about it. (Sweetling says, "Is it because she's crazy?....Maybe!")
4. Every year at Christmas we take turns letting each family member decide on the theme of the Christmas tree decorations. Last year, we had a Webkinz Christmas tree curtesy of Toa of Boy. This year we had a "unique" tree courtesy of Sweetling (everything that went on it had to be a one of a kind item. The exception made was for the barrel of monkeys. Several red plastic monkeys hung in chains from the light strings.) What I'm not sure if i've confessed before was that this tradition started because when I was growing up, the tree in our home always had to be done JUST SO. The lights, the garland, the ornaments, all had to be put on in just a certain way. It was the same stuff every year. And no one in the family was able to give any input or voice into the process except Dad. He had picked out and dictated every last trimming. One year, I begged and begged and begged for popcorn strands. Mama somehow convinced Dad to let me add that one item for just that one year. And so I threaded popcorn till my fingers were numb. It was such an empowering feeling to have made a contribution to how the Christmas tree was decorated. I'll never forget that feeling. So, that's why in my family every year, a different person in the family is the absolute complete author of the Christmas tree.
Sweetling is watching Toa play MarioKart. I don't know what number I'm supposed to be on. You know what that means? It means I get to make something up. (Sweetling glanced over and said, "Just look at the last one.") Silly Sweetling. That involves scrolling up. (she says, "And scrolling up is bad, how?")
Mu hahahahahahaha. There's no stopping me now. What? What? There is no proper spelling of "Mwah hahahahahah." I can spell it any way I want. So there, Sweetling.
We had to pause for kisses.
And Sweetling dear, it happens everytime I try to number a list, whether or not your watching. maybe it has something to do with brain hemispheres. My language side of my brain isn't speaking to the math side of my brain. I think it's because the math side of the brain is such a stickler about how cookies are shared.
5. I think I'm on fivish now. I've stopped playing on webkinz when they took away my ability to name my new rooms whatever i want. There's a difference between "My Kitchen" and "The Smoothie Shop." My Kitchen is allowed. The smoothie shop is not. I don't want to design a smoothie shop and then not be able to name it. Also, my strawberry patch keeps dying because I'm not online every day to rake the weeds under. That's just way to much like my real life gardening efforts.
6. I won't scroll up to check out what number I'm supposed to be on. I will, however, flip up to add a pronoun I realized I missed. (Sweetling says, "I'm right; you're nuts.")
7. I don't have a research topic picked out. My co-op class likes it when i do the writing assigments with them. They are so excited about doing their research papers. Honestly they are. I'm flabbergasted. But I have nothing for my topic. I wanted to do chipmunks, but its going to be way to much work to try to track down five decent sources. What else do I want to read about? I want to do something I'm interested in, but haven't done a lot of reading about. (Which rules out backyard habitats, which was my second choice.) It also rules out the Oregan Trail. OOoooooOOOoooo.....maybe I could a paper on the Underground Railroad and the homes used as waystations. I like this idea. How did I get there from chipmunks? Probably a question best left unanswered.
8. I don't like cherrys. I don't like chocolate covered cherries. I used to. When I worked at a chinese restaurant during college, I used to sneak cherries out of the big jar in the bar. And I would share them with the bus girl. She spoke no English, but we were fast friends bonded together in our pilfering of the cherry jar.
9. I've decided that I might just dye my hair on my 40th birthday. Note that I just used "decided" and "might" in the same sentence. I have a few grey hairs. I also have a few wrinkles on my forehead. I'm not ready to look middle-aged yet. But no longer to people ask me what highschool I attend, so I believe I look middle-aged.
10. I play, gasp, D&D. This is the big, dark secret of my life. But contrary to popular Christain belief, the game does not promote idolotry, witchcraft, or the occult. However, I'm running an adventure for the Jedi, and I think its very very likely that his paladin is not going to survive the upcoming encounter. So, it might be fair to say that the game does occassionally lead to marital disharmony. (Curiously, he just had some horseshoes made and imbued with magic that might make the difference between life and death for his character. He's going up against an evil wizard who weilds ice and cold magic. Key to the wizards' tactics is immobilizing his victims by freezing their feet in ice OR causing a sleet storm that makes the ground underneath so treachorous that their ability to move and to engage in combat is seriously impared. The magic horseshoes will protect the paladin from both of those attacks, so the Jedi's character now has a fighting chance. Get it? get it? I'm so funny. Sadly, Sweetling has wandered off and so isn't here to appreciate my sense of humor. I'll show her....I'll include her in my tag list.)
Which brings me to the part that everyone dreads (or just ignores). I need to tag seven people. this is complicated by the fact that I haven't been conected to the blog community in two months. But I'm tagging people anyway. What's the worst they can do? Ignore me?
I tag Sweetling,
Christopher Robin,
Holly,
Susan Marlow, that's four...dare I tag the
Maven? I feel unworthy to do so ;) I might just tag
Violin Mom. I don't leave many comments on her blog, but I like reading it. Oh, and
Mango of course, if she can tear herself away from curriculum reviews ;) Oh, and my
twin, whom I just barely connected with before falling out of the blogworld. Ha. That's like seven or eight. Now I have to go get a shower. Later I'll try to read and catch up and post replies on other people's blogs.
OH!!!!! OH Oh OH! And I have to grab the cool button from Nora's site. It's all about the buttons baby.
