This is the last little bit I needed to do for the Versatile Blogger Award…it’s just taken me a while to complete, work and all…Madeleine is staring at me to go to bed. So, without much further ado, here it is:
Seven Things About Me:
1) I am an only child. My mom is an only child. My dad was an only child. I have a very short attention span. I am sure it’s a genetic defect.
2) I love learning new things, although I never liked studying much (see #1 above). I mostly enjoy random tidbits, factoids, useless (or useful) trivia, and generally obscure topics of disccusion. “They” say that we only use 10% of our brain. Just think how much more I could learn if I didn’t have to work. Having a career really hindered my brain capacity.
3) I am a civil engineer by training, but really a housewife at heart. If I didn’t have to work for a living, I would expand my brain capacity (see #2 above), cook fabulous meals for my girl, plant a bountiful garden, take the pups on long leisurely walks, bring back the 6:00 p.m. cocktail hour, get back into watercolor and photography and music, build balsa wood structures at HO scale, fix a bunch of things around the house, clean out the garage (again) – well, you get the idea.
4) Along with English and Vietnamese, I am fluent in Catonese and Doganese. Clearly the main reason for this blog, and the only reason Madeleine and Gingersnap! and Beatrice (The Cat) love me. They are full of good stories, but they are very clumsy on the keyboard. I am sure if we had birds or other animals, I could easily pick up a new language. Except for fish. It’s really hard to communicate underwater.
5) I am a compulsive spell-checker. I check everything from the editor’s notes to cereal boxes to restaurant menus. Technical instructions from third-world countries are the best! It pains me when Brian texted me with “I just had the most offal nite”. I wanted to ask if he had liver or kidney. But I refrained. Most people don’t like to be corrected.
6) If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be near a white sandy beach. Some place nice and warm and sunny. I can picture tall palm trees swaying in the breeze, distant afro-cuban music playing from a radio, gentle waves lapping up against the shore. I am in my shorts and t-shirts and flipflops. Or maybe those monkey shoes with the separate toes. Michelle is calling me inside to finish up some chores, but I can’t hear her because I am outside “asleep in the hammock”.
7) Speaking of the tropics, I have an unreasonable and irrational fear of cockroaches, probably developed in early childhood when I saw one crash-landed in my grandmother’s ear while she was napping. In Vietnam, they are round and shiny black. Unless you accidentally step on them. Then they crunch and turn sort of a slimy green. They can also fly and swim. Most of my friends think that I am afraid of spiders — which is true. But I can feel them before I see them, so the element of surprise is eliminated. Cockroaches fly at you out of nowhere. And they get tangled in your hair.
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