Okay, so Rebecca tagged me for this eons ago, but I am very bad about memes. I'm not even sure I can think of six things about myself that I haven't blabbed about at great length already.
I'm going to break the law and not post the rules or tag anybody. So there.
1. I hate talking on the phone, and this is not a problem right now because we don't have any phones that work. The kitchen phone is broken where the cord attaches to the handset, so to use it you have to hold the cord in while talking. Our bedroom phone makes an annoying clicking noise the entire time it is in use. And Natalie's bedroom phone doesn't hold a charge once you get it off the base; it's good for a short conversation and that's it. Obviously we need to buy some phones. These ones are at least 11 years old if we put them in new when we built the house. But we might have brought them from the apartment, so who knows?
2. My hair has always been curly to some degree or another. It is curlier when it is long than when it is short. Hair stylists always say things like "We could cut it off short and it would just curl up so cute!" But it won't. If it's short, it's just bendy instead of curly...and it bends in all the wrong places. The more gray hairs I get the curlier it gets. On the right side of my head I have a couple of hunks of hair that form double helix curl patterns as they dry.
3. I don't like ketchup. The only way I will eat ketchup is the way I will be eating it tonight: combined with Other Ingredients and put on top of meatloaf as a baked-on sauce. The Philistines I Live With will scrape this off and put cold ketchup on their meatloaf.
4. As of last weekend I now know how to both knit and purl! Because I am strange, the only way I can knit is Continental and the only way I can purl is Norwegian. Oh, and I do a German Twisted cast-on. I am the UN of knitting.
5. For my first real knitting project I am making fingerless gloves/mitts/wrist warmers. I could have used them today because it is COLD in here.
6. My middle name is four letters long. I was born in the age when many parents gave their children standard throw-away middle names, but even though mine is very plain it is not one of the usual ones. At least not where I grew up. The standards there were Lynn, Ann, and Marie. Maybe mine was standard somewhere else. The only explanation I've heard is that my mom wanted it to be my first name and my dad didn't, so this was the compromise. I like my name now, both first and middle, but I didn't like it when I was a kid. All the cool girls had names like "Dawn" or "Traci"...or anything ending in "i", for that matter.
Phew...that was painful. All done. More later. Time to eat the meatloaf.