Thursday, June 28, 2007

Eight Random Things About Me

I saw this on another blog and thought I would give it a go. I need to preface the fact that I am not very interesting:

  • I used to be a floor guard at a roller skating rink and still kick some butt in backwards skating.
  • At age twelve was enamored with Elton John and planned on being his wife one day. Obviously I was unaware of the fact that he only liked boys.
  • I have no cousins, aunts, or uncles, since my mother and father are both only children.
  • I do not like or drink any type of soda, but black coffee is my best friend.
  • When I die, I want to be cremated...or stuffed, GROSS!
  • Water skiing is one of my favorite activities although I only get to do it about every five years.
  • My first year of college, in my life drawing class, I had to draw naked people...yes, naked boys...crazy!
  • I was fined once for having my dog off of his leash...goodbye $125.00!

What are 8 random things about you? Okay, you don't have to think of eight, but I would like to know something!

Monday, June 25, 2007

Please, No Sharing

My mother is the queen of sharing. When dining together, if your meal does not appear as appetizing as hers, she will not only offer you tastes, but will trade entrees on request. Unless you happened to order fish, she doesn’t eat fish. There must have been some sort of genetic glitch since I am not a big fan of sharing, food. My hoarding teeters on that of a child raised during the depression era and that, I am not.

Since there are such rare moments when I can sit and enjoy a salad or plate of nachos that I have thrown together for myself, I get a bit greedy when the little kids toddle over and begin to point and grunt at my delicacies. The bigger children give an “oooh, that looks good can I have some?” and pretty soon I’m up on my feet, with half of my meal pecked at by vultures, concocting nachos for four. This comes with surprise since they consumed lunch twenty minutes prior to my sitting down. Oh, for the metabolism of youth!

I’m even worse about sharing when I am eating dessert. After the children are kissed, hugged, prayed over, and covered, lights turned off, nightlights turned on, fans arranged and powered up, blankies located, “I love you’s” exchanged, backs tickled, and drinks of water administered…whew…deep breath…I love to plop my body on the couch with dessert in hand. I scoop out extreme amounts of chocolate chip ice cream and lather the top with whipped cream. Although my husband is well aware of my stinginess, on occasion he will ask for a bite of my dessert. Begrudgingly I serve him. Good thing we have opposite tastes in dessert. While he is a Popsicle, I am a frosted brownie covered with heaps of ice cream and whipped cream. Popsicles are a beverage not a dessert.

After coming clean with my selfish disease, I have mustered up the strength to share every now and again, unless I am in the middle of dessert.