The lovely Oz Spies of the blog Knocked up on Babble, http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/knockedup/default.aspx tagged me today with this task:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
Six random things about me:
I like to make jewelry. Chunky jewelry with beads and gem stones. I tried selling it on ebay but didn't get very far. I think the problem was my photography and the fact that I couldn't find an appropriate jewelry classification for it. I like to make necklaces or earrings as gifts but of course am never sure if the recipient really likes it or is just being polite. I hope they really like them.
I hate lima beans. They are pasty and not very tasty.
I played the viola for 9 years, but haven't touched it except to move it from one house to another since 1986. I should sell it on craigs list, but for some reason keep it around. Perhaps this weekend I will put it on the list.
I am really bad at blogging. By that I mean I don't know all the technical stuff that I should know to make this blog snazzy and get more coverage. My software engineer husband is no help because he has never done a blog either.
I randomly got involved in the theater when I was in college and loved it. I have found trying to be involved in theater work since disappointing. Too many people taking themselves WAAAAY too seriously. And then there is the problem of my inability to stay awake beyond 10pm most nights. Theater work is notorious for attracting nocturnal people. I tried community theater when I lived in Middletown NY once. They had a "professional" director come in. She was trying to make a career of directing only Jesus Christ Superstar. Seriously?? Of all the great plays in the world, of all the great MUSICALS in the world, just the English speaking world even, that is the one you are going to pick? And by the way, there are two, count them TWO named roles for women in that play. Every other woman gets to be in the crowd singing the same 6 notes over and over again. I want to do plays like Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney in those old movies - in a barn, with the cows as props.
And to follow up on Oz's random thoughts about herself and things that make her cry, there was this McDonalds commercial that used to get me all the time. An elderly man gets all dressed and walks down the block to work at the local McDonalds as a greeter or something. I don't know why, but that commercial would turn on the water works every single time.
Okay, so that is six random things about me. I am supposed to tag six random blogs. How they can truly be random I don't know, because I am going to purposefully pick them but here we go:
Susie Felber at Toddler Tube http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/toddlertube/default.aspx
Anne Nahm http://annenahm.com/
The New Girl http://thenewgirl.typepad.com/the_new_girl/
My Three Ring Circus http://www.mythreeringcircus.com/
Secret Agent Mama http://www.secretagentmama.com/blog/
Ugh. Now I have to go tell them they have been tagged. I usually lurk on half of them.
In other news, we went to this working, organic, sustainable farming farm, Drumlin Farm, in Weston MA. It is lovely, they do educational stuff, it is part of the Audubon Society, you can get up close and personal with the animals. Which was such a great idea, in theory. Cooper FREAKED. He is not a fearless kid, but generally moves through life with this little tiny sense of confidence that I admire. One look at the goat with a deviated septum (I confirmed this one of the workers - the goat wheezes and groans like some strange bagpipe) and he screamed and grabbed my neck. When we saw cows, he would bury his face in my neck, then turn around and yell a little "booooo" which is what he believes cows say, and then bury his face again. So there was bravery, but then the security of mom's embrace. I am not sure if this is when I should start the fund for his therapy. "My mother forced me to look at, and SMELL, livestock doctor. I have never been able to forgive her".