Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Ten On Tuesday--Stealing from my daughter

E does these weekly Ten on Tuesday lists, and because I can't think of something else to write about tonight, I just thought I'd steal this, which, apparently, she stole from someone else on down the blogger road.  So there you go. Anyway:
These questions were provided by Christine at Being Brinkman, who stole them from some traveling meme.  There aren't actually 10 questions this week.  Rebellion! But this is a good "All About You" questionnaire.

As Ten on Tuesday approaches the 100 week mark, you have a chance to win a prize by linking up over at Roots and Rings.  So do it!

A. Age: 54

B. Bed Size: King.  I do share it with a King-sized human being, of course.

C. Chore that you hate: Unloading the dishwasher.  Don't ask me why.  I've never liked it.

D. Dogs:  an English Springer Spaniel and a Lab/White German Shepard mix.

E. Essential start to your day: Tea and space. Beve wakes up fast, is ready to go the first minute. I need quiet and time to drink a whole cup of tea before I even talk.  Then I have to spend some time reading.

F. Favorite Color: I love orange in every shade.

G. Gold or Silver: Depends.  Currently white gold.

H. Height: 5'5 1/2"  (and that's 13 1/2" shorter than Beve, in case you're wondering)
I. Instruments you play: Piano, but not when anyone other than God is listening.

J. Job Title: Writer, quilt-maker...well, nothing that pays

K. Kids: Elizabeth, Jonathan, Stephanie (thought it was about time to come clean with their names)

L. Live: Bellingham, WA

M. Mother’s Name: Carolee

N. Nicknames: Carey or Carrie by my high school friends and sometimes Crank (because it was my brother's nickname) in my youth but none since. Beve doesn't even call me anything but my given name: Carolyn. And by the way, NEVER call me Carol.  I always tell people I'll give them one freeby--and that was it.  After that, I won't answer if they call me Carol.  Don't like it, it's not my name. The end.  Nor, by the way, do I like Mrs. Wiley.  Comes from having called my mother-in-law Mrs. Wiley for many years before I knew she would be my mother-in-law.  Back then she was just a tall, rather forbidding neighbor who scared me more than a little.  I was always, always polite to her. Of course.  Then I got to know her, and loved her.  But Mrs. Wiley always makes me think of that neighbor lady, and has very little to do with me.
O. Overnight hospital stays: Oh please, do I have to list these?  Seriously, you don't want to read such a long list. Starting at 4 when I got my tonsils out and...including when I spent nights with two of my three kids during their surgeries, well, I can't even count how many nights that's been.

P. Pet peeve: people who talk about the opposite sex in generalities.  "Men are always like X" or "Well, you know how women are..." I hate such things.  It's just so blasted stereotypical.  Now I'm sounding stereotypical to write of stereotypes, huh? That's it. I have a bias against biases.

Q. Quote from a movie: "Are you talking to me?" Robert DeNiro. Taxi Cab. There are others, but that comes to mind most readily.  And, "Oh Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

R. Right or left handed: So left-handed I forget my right hand is even there.  Can hardly walk straight.  It's a problem.

S. Siblings: 2 living brothers, and 2 sisters. I won't list their names.  They deserve whatever privacy I can afford them.  They didn't ask for this whole blog-asphere.
T. Time you wake up: As late as possible. And I'm NOT kidding.

U. Underwear: Of course. What. Are you kidding?

V. Vegetable you hate: Peas and lima beans.  And fortunately, Beve hates peas too. So we never even served them in our home.  I'm not even sure if our kids know how they taste. 
W. What makes you run late: The Beve (though I do love the man).

X. X-Rays you’ve had:  See H--hospital stays.  Just about as many. Can't even count them.  Ridiculous.  One glorious semester my sophomore year in college, I fell down some stairs on campus at WSU, broke my ankle and wore a cast on for 6 weeks, got it off, then one week later, as I was walking RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET from those same stairs, I stepped into a hole covered by dead leaves and broke the same ankle just slightly above where I'd previously broken it.  I'm telling you a whole lot of X-rays in my life.  Oh, and did I mention that I had a broken foot on my wedding day as well?  The other foot, that time.  More X-rays. Sigh. Don't get me started.

Y. Yummy food that you make: Homemade tomato soup, chicken curry, chocolate cake, pies of many kinds, chicken pesto...oh, gosh, now I'm hungry. I like to cook, I just don't like thinking of WHAT to cook. 

Z. Zoo Animal: Elephants. Though I'd prefer NOT to see them in zoos, and it breaks my heart to see them caged--even when the habitats are well-done and the keepers kind--because they need space and a herd and the savannah or jungle and no walls and barriers. I've never seen them in the wild but I dream of it, so until then--if then--zoos are the closest I can get.

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