At first I thought the New Year was going to be kind. It is being kind in that I’m thankful not to report any snow or awful-horrific minus numbers with regard to the temperature. But it hasn’t been kind. It’s been rainstormy and tornadoish, and say what you will about snow and how much it sucks – it is at least PRETTY.
So I’ll be thankful (hugely, verymuchly) for this instead – my lovely Beth nominated me for a Sunshine Award.
Which I love because it’s Beth and it’s Sunshine and hey, either of those is enough to make my day a whole lot better.
This award is usually done in elevens, yet my nominator did something with sevens, and though I love the idea of picking a prime, I’m gonna stick with my own theme, dance to my own tune, and go with Ten (except for answering Beth’s questions, because there are only seven (dangit!)), because it’s a weekend of Tens and we’re a base-10 species and just because.
And so to the rules. Write Ten awesome/interesting/unusual facts about yourself. Answer the Ten (seven) questions. Nominate Ten other bloggers who bring sunshine into your world. Simples.
Ten *whatever* Facts About Me
1. When I’m cooking, I sometimes taste in colour. Let me explain. This isn’t some kind of weird synaesthesia thing (I don’t think, and I’m bummed about that, because that would be too cool) but just a kind of extrapolation. If the dish is too astringent, I taste reds. Vegetables make things green. Richer flavours are brown, and spices make it yellow. I think in terms of “I need to add more brown to this (when it’s too red)”. It’s laziness or madness or something, but it works for me, and I get frequent, lovely compliments on my cooking. My favourite recently was from Husby, who (after we didn’t bother going shopping and I just ended up foraging a meal together from what we had in cupboards) exclaimed with a big grin “This is DELICIOUS! I mean, I know what you usually cook is really good, but this is something you just made up and this tastes like it was PLANNED.”
2. When I get hooked by a new song, I get really, truly, properly, all-in-utterly-totally-in-love-with-it hooked. And I can listen to it on a loop. One song. For HOURS. I think the longest I’ve gone is nearly five hours. Which tells me that I spend too much time online, and that I love music in a borderline obsessive way. I just have to fill myself up with it.
3. I get book hangovers really badly. If I get immersed in a book, I can find it really difficult to make the transition back to real life. More on that tomorrow.
4. Twitter has become a Big Deal for me. Most of you know this. But you may or may not know that there was a function hanging around on New Year which allows you to make a video of your ‘top bits’ of Twitter for the year. And it shows your top three people you interact with. I was the #1 person for ELEVEN OTHERS! And that’s only 11 who actually made the video. There may be more. I felt like being embarrassed about this at first, but I don’t mind too much, because I just LOVE being friends.
5. And on the topic of being friends…I might maybe sometimes perhaps have had dreams which have included people from the Blogosphere. Appropriate dreams, I hasten to add. Nothing R-rated. Just hanging out. I can’t decide if this is kinda cool or (again) a sign that I might just be a little bit obsessive sometimes.
6. I’m still getting through my two-year plan for two different tattoos I might or might not want. One of these has been on and off the two year plan several times. I may never end up tattooed, but I do like the thinks. The two-year plan (as the name suggests) is the length of time I’ll think about a design before getting it inked. If, in that timespan, there are occasions when I think “I’m really glad I don’t have that tattoo right now” it doesn’t make the cut. This scheme has saved my skin from a few bad decisions so far.
7. I’m 5’7″ tall. Which is tallish, but I have height envy because both my parents are tall. My sister is tall. And somehow I’m not(ish). Feeling short stinks.
8. I also do this weird thing with height – if someone I know is in what I’d consider a position of hierarchy over me, I tend to see them as taller than they really are. And am then surprised when I stand near them and discover that they’re shorter than I thought.
9. I’m a moley person. We’ve always called them moles (which is a horrible word, but I can’t get out of the habit and call them naevi, which is a far prettier word and sounds a bit like it belongs in space) and I can be identified by the following (if ever I’m murdered and my teeth get smashed in and my hands cut off, yaknow…). Front of right ankle. Left leg above the knee. Back of right thigh. Just below left shoulderblade. An arrangement on my right forearm near the wrist, which looks a little like Cassiopeia. And one just above my lips on the left-hand side, which looks like I’ve perpetually not wiped my mouth *sigh*.
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10. I have bigger muscles than any girl I know. If I can’t (and never was going to be) petite/slender, I will at least take inordinate pride in being hench. Allegedly I always have been. My mum likes to tell this story about some kind of test which new babies were meant to pass at a few months old, where they got put on their fronts to see if they could lift their heads up to look around. I did this on the day I was born. And I’m kinda pleased about that, too.
Ouf! Are you still with me?
Onward to Beth’s questions. Only seven this time, so we might be a bit quicker. Apparently I
am a complete narcissist have plenty to say about myself.
1. If you could go back in time ten years and tell yourself one thing, what would it be?
Honestly, I wouldn’t tell myself anything at all. Maybe to smell the roses along the way, but I have no advice for that girl. None which is sensible to give. And I definitely, definitely wouldn’t tip her the wink about what happens over the next decade. No way. Let her enjoy her ignorant bliss.
2. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
Baskin Robbins Rainbow Sherbet. Swiftly followed by Ben&Jerrys Phish Food.
And yes, I maintain that I’m not an ‘ice-cream person’. Because I’d never choose it, but if I’m there anyway…
3. Beth asked: If you were to take me on a date, where would we go and why?
Uhm. Well. For starters I’d show up with flowers, because that’s polite and kind of expected. And I’d be nervous about making a good first impression.
Then I’d take you to my beach (not *my* beach, but my appropriated one – the one I visit most) and we could walk for miles, paddle in the sea, watch the boats and the clouds and talk and talk and talk. There would be a picnic (even though there’s a cafe there, but it’s noisy and overpriced and anyway, picnics are much better) with a stringently-researched hamper full of vegan goodness (I’ll even pretend to enjoy it (actually, I’ll make a big show of pretending to enjoy it, and probably secretly actually will.)) and then later I’d probably suggest that we climb a few trees or gatecrash the kids playpark, because that’s ALWAYS fun. And that way I’d have the perfect opportunity to do something silly like challenge you to an obstacle course around the whole park (they’ve got this awesome one built of wood and ropes and climbing-on things) and show off/tease you/fall off something spectacularly.
Then right at the end of the date, before we leave, I’d give you a necklace of one of the beach shells on a cord, which I hope you didn’t notice me finding earlier.
I don’t do soppy (very well), but I DO do fun. And I think you’d enjoy it.
4. Above all else, what are you afraid of?
Losing the people I love. That strikes terror to my very core.
5. What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?
6. What has been your favorite age to be and why?
I don’t think I’m there yet. I’ve got about 10 years to go.
7. Coffee or tea?
Tea. Every time. Except when it’s coffee. And then it has to be GOOD coffee. Preferably LavAzza, made in my ‘proper ‘talian coffee pot’ on the stove. With a pinch of salt in the grounds to take the edge off the bitterness, and leave it creamysmoothdelicious.
RIGHT! The final push now. The shorter, easier bit. My ten questions.
1. Someone’s at your door. Who would you like it to be, and why?
2. What do you think you’ll be like when you’re really old?
3. What was your favourite day out as a little kid?
4. Describe a time when you realised you were thinking an entirely new thought.
5. Have you ever had a moment where you’ve felt like ‘the ancestors’ were looking over your shoulder?
6. Did you rebel as a teenager? How?
7. What’s your favourite sandwich?
8. Which cartoon character do you most relate to?
9. What are your favourite shoes like?
10. If you could be someone else for the day, who would you be?
Aaaaand lastly, my ten nominations*
*stepping outside my norms and not nominating the ‘usual suspects’ for this, because they know who they are, and they don’t need an award to know just how many gallons of sunshine they bring into my world, and how important they are to me, and how much they matter. Christine, Kristi, Chris, Dyanne…you know this, right? And Beth, I can’t give it back to ya.
1. Kiss My List
Dana, you’ve done so much to cheer me up. You are my hope-holder, my cheerer-onner and my friend. And you’re lovely. Thank you.
2. Another Clean Slate
Kate, I love finding our parallels. Even the sucky ones, because it helps more than you know to have someone out there who KNOWS. And cos you sent me that beautiful card and just about made my WEEK for that. And because you’re so incredibly sweet 🙂
3. The Insomniac’s Dream
Starr, when you’re not running off at the mouth and shooting piss and vitriol all over the place, the things you write really ‘get to’ me. And then you come over here and write beautiful poems and such lovely words that it fills my heart with happies. Not to mention the delight of real-time chats, courtesy of the Wakefield Doctrine VidChat Initiative.
4. The Wakefield Doctrine
Personality guru, maybe sometime-channeller of Yoda-like wisdom, and friend. Clark I can’t begin to say how much help your thoughts and theories have been to me. Nor how much I genuinely enjoy your friendship and input. And I know this brings you front-and-centre, and you’ll kick your feet in the dirt and say “shucks” a lot* but it merits saying that you make it shiney round here.
5. Life’s Like That Sometimes
Rich – my brother from another timezone/generation/set of parents – you get me. I (usually) get you. And the writing is good with us. Your support and input is always appreciated.
6. Mother of Imperfection
Sandy, you’ve gone from being someone who pitched up here (I still don’t know how you found me, but am SO glad you did) brimful of enthusiasm and loveliness, to being someone I am hugely pleased to call my friend. You bring me many moments of glorious bright-and-sunny-ness, and thank you for them, and for you.
7. The Meaning of Me
Lisa, we have such lovely chats and I love reading your blog and…and…and…yes, you deserve this. And I’m pleased and honoured to offer it to you 😀
8. Talk About Cheesecake
Ahhh Piper. So, SO MUCH sunshine, my friend. And rides into space. And good chats. And Tweeting through the day. All so very, very good and full of brightness. Thank you.
Zoe. My Bard. My friend. My pronouncer of the most wonderful pronunciation in the world of SCHNOOKERED…you bring a LOT of light. And you’re hilarious with it. Thank you for so much awesomeness.
10. Forever Five
Lisa, I don’t even care that this is out of the blue and I barely know you (yet – it’ll happen) because you brought me GOOD sunshine this week, and you made me laugh a LOT with your FSTF post, and you don’t know it yet, but we’re gonna be friends. If you don’t run for the hills 🙂
Secret #11 – The Insane Asylum, because Mike, you make me LAUGH. A lot. And you’re a most excellent co-conspirator and just LOVE getting me into trouble. And it’s so much fun.
Secret #12 – Girlie on the Edge. Denise. Always.
Secret #13 – Muddle-Headed Mama, Lizzy, you live in the LAND of sunshine, and your blog is so delightful and just chock-full of that light. The more I read of it, the more I really like you and hope to make friends. You don’t know just how much you made me smile today. It was awesome.
Super-secret #14 – Helen A. You’re not a blogger, I know, but you bring huge, massive, gorgeous, dollops of lovely sunshine. So you get this as well, because our chats are sustaining and wonderful and fun and lovely. And you’re awesome. And it bears saying. It matters. Thank you, my friend.
*actual phrasing optional**
**and only applicable if you aren’t in scottian mode at the time of acceptance