Chartreuse Ova

scrambled lamentations, psalms, parables and ramblings of a Christian mommy

Friday, May 11, 2007

Seven Things You Don't Want to Know

Singing Owl has tagged me for a meme.

Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they have been tagged and to read your blog!

"Seven Things You Really Didn't Want To Know About Me and Because Of That You Never Thought To Ask"

1. I had the "starring" role in a jr. high play and still remember all my lines. I was the Ghost of the Christmas Clock written by my 7th grade English teacher. I was on stage the entire play...but the ghost never spoke.

2. I dropped out of nursing school, even though I was getting A's. Let me just say the world is a better place without me as a nurse.

3. I was voted quietest girl in my high school senior class. Quiet is not a word most people would use to describe me now. I'm not only loud, but every once in awhile I cuss. Not quite like a sailor, but I can put quite a sting of expletives together in rapid fire.

4. I use an insulin pump to manage diabetes. This involves inserting a fairly long cannula needle into my abdomen and attaching it to tubing and the pump. I've been asked if I had an MP3 player on my waistband. "Nope." And I gleefully offer to show them how an insulin pump they flee.

5. I wannabe a runner but all I've got is stinky sneakers. I want to complete (I used to say run) a marathon before I die...and considering I can not jog to the end of my street I probably would die if I tried this soon. My short term goal is a 5K walk this year. That I can do.

6. I am not supposed to be married to Usually Darling Hubby. I found him through a personal ad and just expected him to be a rebound guy for a few dates while getting over a long, unhealthy relationship...God had other plans.

7. I require at least a full day to recover whenever I take my daughter to church. I'm not sure if this is more a reflection on my daughter's personality, my physical/mental health, or this church. Probably a mix of all three.

I'm not going to tag anyone, but leave it open for anyone to play...

Friday, May 04, 2007

Friday Five: It's My Party

Happy Birthday Songbird!

Songbird writes:
I hate to say it, but over the years I've been to too many parties where I, or the birthday child, has felt much like the chorus of Lesley Gore's old tune. I am therefore not the biggest fan of birthday parties.

For this Friday (which happens to be my birthday), tell us these five things about parties, birthday or otherwise.

1) Would you rather be the host or the guest?

I'd like to pick neither. If I must choose, let me be a guest who escapes early.

2) When you are hosting, do you clean everything up the minute the guests go home? Will you accept help with the dishes?

No and No. Usually Darling Hubby will start scurrying the minute guests leave. And despite his looks that are intended to make me feel guilty, I must have recovery time before I will even think about cleaning.

3) If you had the wherewithal, and I guess I mean more than money, to throw a great theme party, what would the theme be?

I couldn't come up with a good answer for this. Unless it's the Disappearing Hostess Mystery party. I'd invite people I know, but don't know each other. At the party, I'd welcome everyone and make introductions. Then the good part comes. I leave and everyone can get to know one another and speculate on my new undisclosed location.

Since I've become so bad at parties, I asked Little Sprout for her party idea. She said a "book party". I thought she meant everyone would dress up as their favorite character. Nope, I was wrong. She said, "Everyone would bring a book to read."

What a party animal!

4) What's the worst time you ever had at a party?

It wasn't actually at a party, but party/celebration related. The anniversary of that day still is traumatic, especially because people expect me to celebrate with a party.

5) And to end on a brighter note, what was the best?

My 5th or 6th birthday party. It was a total surprise. And there is a photo somewhere that captured the surprise as I entered the house. It was just the standard party in our family. Cake. The Song. Lots of cousins. Some forgettable gifts. But I still remember the surprise and joy.