Ten Honest Things

As some of you know, I suffered a bizarre knitting accident a few years ago which left me unable to do memes and housework.  But today…  Right Now…  I will push my outer limits to honor Mama Zen and her gracious meme challenge, tho it means as soon as I post I’ll have to close all the blinds, lie down with cool packs on my eyes and listen to Sounds of Happy Oceans while sipping asparagus tea.

So…  “Ten Honest Things About Me” (as opposed to my usual falsified crap.)

1.   I once hid the above “It’s Haunted” book for a week when Kelly was two.  Just couldn’t hack one single second more of it.  Sorry.

2.  I used to pretend I was Joni Mitchell.

3.  I used to pretend Bob Dylan loved me.

4.  Sometimes I pretend I’m taping a cooking show as I prepare dinner.  And I’m pretty good, I think, with my witty repartee and attention to dicing and slicing detail, even tho I’m alone and no cameras are actually rolling.

5.  To paraphrase how I responded to Stacey‘s guest post on Barbara‘s blog last week, I dream of a future where little children run with joyful abandon through the streets shouting “Jannie Funster!  Jannie Funster!”

6.  When I run I keep my car key and a Chapstick in my bra.

7.  I always cry when I hear Iz’s “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” on my car radio.  If you haven’t heard it, here it is.  I recommend closing your eyes to listen. [But as Lance pointed out, probably best not to close eyes if it’s playing while you’re driving]

8. On our two-week vacation to Canada this past summer I didn’t eat a single green salad the entire time,  substituting that fare for two a day of the pastries and candy bars of my childhood, below.

(I totally recommend freezing both a la Thelma in “Thelma and Louise” before munching.  OMG.  And I don’t recommend lack of greens as a regular dietary habit.)

9.  I forget why Earth’s core is so hot and molten.

10.    When I almost passed out a couple of months ago I was sure I was dying or suffering a brain stem aneurism that would leave me forever locked-in.  But it passed.  And here I am, a Big Bad Meme Breaker who will not pass this on as such, but will invite you to share “An Honest Thing” or more about you, if you feel so inclined.  Thanks.

Now, to that asparagus tea.

[See!  See what a bad memer I am — I didn’t even tag anyone as Caity suggested.  I’m just awful and now nobody on the internets will ever want anything to do with me ever again.  I’m finished.  Washed up.  A has-been before I ever really was.  Well, it was fun while it lasted.]

Thankful Unveiling

[Another Update: Jim says it was [actually] a Sunday we met and at the risk of making you puke, he just added “How could I ever forget – it was the most important day of my life.”]

[Edit:  Our date in the pub was not our actual first meeting.  That was at quarter to three on a soft grey October Friday afternoon, 1989.  He was wearing a tweed blazer with leather patches on the elbows and me my blue chiffon.  (Okay, I was actually in my merlot wool suit but I just love saying “my blue chiffon.”)

And dang my math is bad – we got together in 1990, so it’s actually 18 years ago we’ve been manacled in bliss (but I wish it were 19.)  [Or 22.]

[In black below was my originally published post.]

A girl just never knows when she hits it off with a good looking, seemingly nice guy in a pub what could happen.  Will they go on a second date, get married, but soon hate each others’ guts?  Or will she, as I, find herself still happy many (19) years later and falling in love with him all over again?

My man started building this treehouse for Kelly in March (I took the top 2 pix about an hour ago.)  I’ll let the montage speak for what kind of guy I was lucky enough to snag.  And how thankful I am that I did!

Happy 72nd, Dad!!

72 years ago today Dunk was born in the house where he’s lived all his life – the house his dad and his dad and his dad were born in too.  Farm dwelling built c. 1830 by my drunk happy Irish ancestors who thought they’d found Hawaii.  Not quite.  But it’s a good place to be, most of the time.  Spent 18 years there myself.

Below is the note Kelly included with her grandpa’s birthday card…