Thank you, dear lady at My Gobhole:
1. Three things that scare me:
metal on skin
hair clogging a drain
fingerprints on cheese
(touching coinage)
(Even scarier: all of them mixed together in one happy clump)
2. Three people that make me laugh:
Elysium
L. H. (just ask Elysium, he gets jealous)
Mr. Bean
3. Three things I hate the most:
metal on skin
hair clogging a drain
fingerprints on cheese
(OK, so they scare me AND I hate them)
4. Three things I don't understand:
tides (at the ocean or lake)
the movie Syriana
how to do a guitar solo
5. Three things I'm doing right now:
about to begin school with the kids
drinking decaf coffee
thinking really hard
6. Three things I want to do before I die:
love my husband more (how can it be possible!?)
cut an album (especially the way I want it)
ask me to sing out a "G" and I can do it
(I do, have other goals, but it only asks for three!)
7. Three things I can do:
make the best apple pie (with the best crust, mind you)
I can sing and play guitar (but not well together...yet)
make soap
(enjoy classic lit, write a song, transpose, teach a kid how to read, run ten miles in one pop)
8. Three ways to describe my personality:
"fierce" (I have been told)
"tenacious" (I have been told again)
sort of introverted
9. Three things I can't do:
sew myself out of a paper bag
watch a football game (really, I don't know how!)
be proper and prissy
10. Three things I think you should listen to:
Grant Lee Phillips (namely, Virginia Creeper)
my songs on my music site
my silly stories so I will feel better about myself
11. Three things you should never listen to:
your hormones telling you you are fat
the devil
a person maiming another person you love (without hearing the other side as well)
12. Three things I'd like to learn:
how to play piano
enough to get a degree in Thomas Hardy's works
to be a good mother
13. Three favorite foods:
kung pao chicken
anything raw (I can't eat it, but it is good to think about)
Cadbury Eggs
14. Three beverages I drink regularly:
water
red wine
coffee (decaf)
15. Three shows I watched as a kid:
Three's Company
You Can't Do That on Television
Life Goes On
(Those are random and the first things that came to my head)
I tag Des at mymermaid cafe, americanspark
Green Cathedral
Madness in a high-ceilinged building.
Followers
People in my Holy Place
The Professor----Formerly known as Dear Sir, my husband, the man of the house
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
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3 comments:
I added a tag for you at the bottom of my post too! LOL
I loved listening to your music. You have a gorgeous voice! Is that you playing the guitar too?
Thank you!
No, it is not me playing guitar. That was pre-guitar playing days. That is the person I wish to emulate when I play guitar (please, Lord!---just a fourth of it!). My brother. He is amazing. My friend Sean plays on the songs called "Lullaby" and "In the Aftermath". I wrote all the songs except "My God is a Rock".
You are so kind!
I get what you are saying. A lot of moms are stuck in their era.
Prissy is not me at all. It drives my husband nuts because he is sort of proper and I sit at the dinner table indian style. Oh man, there is so much more that makes me non-prissy.
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