Tagged for a meme!
Kasia March 19th, 2007
Stephen Wikner tagged me for the “Six Weird Things About Me” meme. I’m not sure I can narrow it down to six…but anyway, so I’m supposed to list six weird things about me, tag three new people, and let them know I’ve tagged them.
1. Being the youngest child on the block, I developed some interesting variants on the usual “lonely child” syndrome. No imaginary friends per se (unless you count the ones in books, like Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy, not to mention Reepicheep), but I actually used to pretend I was the empress of the world. I even had a national anthem, which nothing, I repeat, nothing can ever induce me to share, lest it reach The Big Seester’s ears. She has quite enough ammo with which to mock me, thank you.
2. I will not eat anything that has mayonnaise in it, including egg salad, chicken salad, ham salad, potato salad, and cole slaw. In fact, if I so much as suspect that something might have mayonnaise in it, I don’t eat it. If everything on the table is suspect, I lie through my teeth and say I’m not hungry. (The funniest part is that I’ve never actually TRIED mayonnaise.)
3. Building off that last one, you may have surmised that I’m a fussy eater. It’s true. I don’t eat a variety of foods, including any kind of tomatoes (though I do eat tomato sauce, provided it’s not chunky), avocadoes, pimento, tuna fish, artichokes (though I do eat spinach-artichoke dip occasionally)… At some point or another in my life I have actually tried all of those foods; however, most of my aversions to them predate my actually trying them, so it’s probably primarily vestigial prejudice.
4. I am a living example of someone who would forget her own head if it weren’t attached to my shoulders. I am also astoundingly unobservant. I worked in my current cubicle for just short of a year before I discovered that there was a light under the upper storage bin. No joke. I’m that clueless.
5. Much as I love hats, and would love to indulge in a varied wardrobe of such, my head is far too large to fit any standard hat. I even have trouble with tuques (knitted winter hats, for those of you not familiar with Canadian parlance). Since my budget does not permit a milliner’s services, I have to make do. I have one only-slightly-snug tuque, a couple of adjustable-sized baseball caps (they can’t be too shallow though, or they fall right off), and a few hats that date back to my high school hat fancies. I only ever wear the tuque or a baseball cap, though, as my gargantuan head looks utterly ridiculous in most any hat.
6. I love to sing, but as my middle sibling wryly observed when we were younger, it’s unfortunate that my talent for it does not match my passion. Consequently, I primarily sing in church, in the car, and to my cats. I even make up songs for the cats, generally alternate lyrics to standard songs. Consider the following example, to the tune of The Banana Boat Song:
“Mi-ko! Mi-i-i-ko! Miko the kitty is a handsome kitty cat!
“Come, my sweet Miko cat! Come and kiss your mama!
“Miko, come, kiss your mommy-mum-mum!
“Meek! I said meek, I said meek, I said Mi-i-i-ko!
“Miko the kitty is a handsome tuxie cat!”
I tag The Big Seester, Dr. Mabuse, and Cris. Don’t hold back – you can see I didn’t!
I love to sing, but as my middle sibling wryly observed when we were younger, it’s unfortunate that my talent for it does not match my passion.
As you know, there’s a certain little girl who’s quite fond of your singing abilities, and would quite strongly disagree with this assessment.
I think everyone with a cat re-writes songs for them, so don’t worry. Up until a year and a half ago, I had a cat named Mindy. We had our versions of “Windy” by the Association, “Mandy” by Barry Manilow, and a few others that I would sing to her and we would dance to.
That comment also reminded me of this comic: http://xkcd.com/c231.html
Timmay!
Mine’s done! It was harder than I thought; I kept thinking of things, and then wondering, “Well, but is that really WEIRD? Pancakes for supper – maybe that’s a regular Thursday-night thing in some parts of America, and everyone will scoff!”
OK, I filled out the answers (such as they are). Check em out…
TBS
I made mayonnaise for the first time at the weekend. It was not a success.
PS I enjoyed your ‘weird list’. Being the eldest and four years older than my brother, I did most of my early growing up solo – apart from an entire imaginary family which caused me much grief and my parents considerable amusement.
Timmay,
Hilarious cartoon! (I do that very thing regularly.) Actually, I just say “Kiiitttttyyyyy!”
Can I just tell you that I rewrote the Green Acres theme for my cat?
Pan-chita is the cat for me, Pan-chita is my family….
So yesterday I’m flipping channels and there’s Green Acres on television and they are singing OTHER words, and the cat (I swear) recognizes the tune and doesn’t “get it”. She’s looking at me like “Huh?”
And I didn’t know how to explain that is was their song first. But last summer, when she got out and went exploring (Baaad Kiiiittttyyyyy!) THAT was the song that had her come running, after a day of hiding while the sidewalk got ripped up with a jackhammer.
TBS