8 random things
Glenna just tagged me! My first tag from a knitblogger!! I feel so honored, and it's come at an appropriate time, since I have naptime to blog (sick kid at home means all rehearsals and the like are canceled for today) and I don't have any interesting knitting to show you (but I will later this week, I promise.)
Anyway, the deal is this. I list 8 random things about myself, and then I tag 8 people to do the same. I'm not entirely sure I can think of 8 people who read this blog, but I'll do my best.
1. I consider myself a level-headed person, capable of dealing with most situations with cool reason, but when someone I love gets sick, I have very little fortitude. Like today, for example.
2. About a week after I found out I was pregnant with kiddo #2, I broke out into some serious hives. They were everywhere between my neck and my knees. It was weird and very uncomfortable. Fortunately, they went away within a day.
3. I once sang with a band. It was a group of neuroscience graduate students (former colleagues of my husband, before he ditched the PhD program to work at a software company), and their band was called "The Male Men." They were hired to do the entertainment for a conference of psychoimmunologists (or something like that), and I was the honorary female singer for about a half dozen songs because none of their singers had the range for such hits as "Billy Jean" and "Love Shack." I wore tight vinyl pants and lots of make-up and I had a great time. I doubt I'll have the chance to do something like that again.
4. I don't know how to use the speed dial on my cell phone. And you know what? It doesn't bother me.
5. One of the most eye-opening and empowering experiences of my adult life was helping to organize a two-day strike of the grad assistants' labor union here in 2004. I want to write more about that someday, perhaps in a more structured, narrative essay than is appropriate for a blogpost.
6. I skipped third grade.
7. Hmmm, I need to think of something knitting-related to put on this list...It's hard coming up with something interesting that I haven't already said...Well, here's something. Despite my tendency to start way more things than I can reasonably finish and leave half-done projects lying all over the house, my actual stash is really quite organized. It's probably the only well-organized portion of my stuff, actually, and that includes music scores, CDs, books, mail, you name it. All my yarn is in clear plastic tubs so the mice in the basement can't get to it; yarn for future projects is kept together, and leftovers are grouped according to weight. I rarely have trouble finding anything when I need it.
8. I made this for my husband before I knew any better:
I think it was at least six years ago. He never ever wears it, and that doesn't hurt my feelings because I wouldn't wear it, either. Someday I'll frog it for a Danimal sweater or make some charity hats or heck, just donate the whole thing somewhere, but for now it languishes on the top shelf of the closet in our bedroom. I haven't made Stuart another sweater since, and it's not because I don't want to, in principle. It's because he has very specific tastes that put the kibash on anything that is interesting to knit. This includes: stripes, cables and colorwork of any kind. I just can't get jazzed about knitting a gray st st sweater in a man's size, y'know?
Tag time! Steph, Jenn-Jenn, Jen, Thorny, Katie (her blog is private, so no link, sorry), Whitney...and, er, two other people who can surprise me with their memes, YOU'RE IT!
Anyway, the deal is this. I list 8 random things about myself, and then I tag 8 people to do the same. I'm not entirely sure I can think of 8 people who read this blog, but I'll do my best.
1. I consider myself a level-headed person, capable of dealing with most situations with cool reason, but when someone I love gets sick, I have very little fortitude. Like today, for example.
2. About a week after I found out I was pregnant with kiddo #2, I broke out into some serious hives. They were everywhere between my neck and my knees. It was weird and very uncomfortable. Fortunately, they went away within a day.
3. I once sang with a band. It was a group of neuroscience graduate students (former colleagues of my husband, before he ditched the PhD program to work at a software company), and their band was called "The Male Men." They were hired to do the entertainment for a conference of psychoimmunologists (or something like that), and I was the honorary female singer for about a half dozen songs because none of their singers had the range for such hits as "Billy Jean" and "Love Shack." I wore tight vinyl pants and lots of make-up and I had a great time. I doubt I'll have the chance to do something like that again.
4. I don't know how to use the speed dial on my cell phone. And you know what? It doesn't bother me.
5. One of the most eye-opening and empowering experiences of my adult life was helping to organize a two-day strike of the grad assistants' labor union here in 2004. I want to write more about that someday, perhaps in a more structured, narrative essay than is appropriate for a blogpost.
6. I skipped third grade.
7. Hmmm, I need to think of something knitting-related to put on this list...It's hard coming up with something interesting that I haven't already said...Well, here's something. Despite my tendency to start way more things than I can reasonably finish and leave half-done projects lying all over the house, my actual stash is really quite organized. It's probably the only well-organized portion of my stuff, actually, and that includes music scores, CDs, books, mail, you name it. All my yarn is in clear plastic tubs so the mice in the basement can't get to it; yarn for future projects is kept together, and leftovers are grouped according to weight. I rarely have trouble finding anything when I need it.
8. I made this for my husband before I knew any better:
I think it was at least six years ago. He never ever wears it, and that doesn't hurt my feelings because I wouldn't wear it, either. Someday I'll frog it for a Danimal sweater or make some charity hats or heck, just donate the whole thing somewhere, but for now it languishes on the top shelf of the closet in our bedroom. I haven't made Stuart another sweater since, and it's not because I don't want to, in principle. It's because he has very specific tastes that put the kibash on anything that is interesting to knit. This includes: stripes, cables and colorwork of any kind. I just can't get jazzed about knitting a gray st st sweater in a man's size, y'know?
Tag time! Steph, Jenn-Jenn, Jen, Thorny, Katie (her blog is private, so no link, sorry), Whitney...and, er, two other people who can surprise me with their memes, YOU'RE IT!
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