"Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself. Then, pick six of your friends and tag them; no tag backs. This explanation should be included."
1. I'm an active listener. This means that I have a hard time using music as white noise; if there is music in the background, it distracts me so that I have to listen. I cannot, for instance, have a conversation in a car if the radio is on. This drives Little Sister Pony nuts, because she likes to keep the radio on in her car. But she loves me, so she deals with it.
2. I used to row crew in high school. We were one of fifty-six public high schools in the entire country that had a crew team. I loved the sport, but I was (and still am, for that matter) too short to row in college. Fortunately, the sword awaited me there. . .
3. I speak English, German, Spanish, and a little Hebrew. Beyond that, I can swear in Yiddish, French, and Russian.
4. I really hate cheesecake.
5. I once spent twenty minutes shaking cream into butter in a glass jar. . . because I was too lazy to go out to the store and buy a package of butter. Trust me, it made sense at the time.
6. My hair is so curly that it never fully straightens, even when it's soaking wet.
Tag you're it: Dawn Felagund, Saadiira, NS_Tulkas, Cabell, Perelleth, Meggins
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I once spent twenty minutes shaking cream into butter in a glass jar. . . because I was too lazy to go out to the store and buy a package of butter. Trust me, it made sense at the time.
LOL. And the results were....?
LOL. And the results were....?
One pat of butter, just enough for breakfast the next morning. And full reason for Mom Pony to look at me funny for quite a while afterward.
I LOVE cheesecake. I could eat it every night of the week and would, if somehow it could be made non fattening.
And I'm an expert on how to get curl out of hair. Unfortunately, I have the frizz that goes with it. I'm pretty good at killing it too...unless it's really humid, then it's a fight to the death.
And I like the curl in my hair. Usually, I just braid it, because that's easiest to deal with (and curly hair holds braiding really well), but sometimes, if the weather is cool enough, I let it foof.
You must have the good kind of curl then. My mother does. She can wash her hair, let it dry and it makes nice soft curls. Mine, however, and my brother's, looks like we've been electrified. Not a pretty sight. I wish I did have curl like my mother's. It would be so much easier.
You used to row? Wow, that’s so cool. I had friends who used to row when we were in school and they used have to do a scary amount of training in all weathers.
Mmm… cheesecake…..
I'm perfectly capable of multitasking, as long as there's no music on.
And all cheesecake? Or just the slimy kind?
Honestly, about six or seven minutes' walk. But I was really tired, and I didn't want to go out. And the cream would have just spoiled anyway. . .
And all cheesecake? Or just the slimy kind?
All cheesecake tastes slimy to me.
Or the females spouses of Sultans. Only not when you're cooking.
I have to say. . . yuck. I'm not a real fan of raisins in baked goods.
For some time I shared a huge apartment with four other people, a fifth floor, no elevator, so it was terrible whne it was Sunday and we ran out of Coke, beers, cigars, pop corn or any other most important thing in life. So we ended up placing a pulley in the elevator shaft and then we would phone the man in the bar round the corner, and he would come and bring us our necessities, placed them in a bucket and we would lift it up five floors...all in the name of laziness! ;-)
Rowing sounds amazing. I really love watching people doing it, love how they glide over the water, and I do some canoeing whenever I can. But it must be a very demanding sport as well!
Rowing is somewhat demanding, but it's a lot of fun as well. And, once you get into the rhythm, your body finds a groove, and you can just keep going for quite a while. I actually enjoyed the time I rowed in a 3.5 mile head race.
-Dira-
Ice cream into butter? That's. . . different. Do tell.