I got tagged by Stephanie the other day, and I've been pondering what to tell. Seven things isn't much of a list (I am Me, after all), and I want to be entertaining, but I don't want to shock my MIL to death. Nor do I want to bore you to tears. Here are the rules, and if you don't get a comment in your box (Melly) it's because blogger doesn't put a "publish" button at the bottom of your comment box.
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
First factiod: I was homeless for a time as a 12 year old. Prior to living in a tent in the wilds of Wisconsin, I got to live without running water or electricity for four months, as my parent's grip on our "farm" was being loosened by the bank. The Carter adminstration played havoc with lots of farmers' lives and by the early 80's my parents were pretty much bankrupted. For this reason alone, I. Do. Not. Camp. Ever.
Tidbit number two: Spiders and bugs make me want to vomit, but I'm not afraid of snakes. I also love bats, and get a thrill watching them come out on summer evenings to eat their weight in bugs. I saw a South American fruit bat at the zoo twenty years ago and still I pine for one. He was that cute.
Third: To get through really bad days, I plot revenge. I'm ashamed to say, it puts a spring in my step. I hardly ever have days that bad, though, so fear not.
Fun fact the fourth: I never opened a textbook in high school. Not even once. I was shocked to find the bullsh*t rule held fast, when I began college in 300-level English, and got a B in a socialology course based on my final exam. I'd attended one lecture. The whole semester. I often wonder what I could've done if I'd ever learned to study.
Fifth fact: I have five children, but I'm not a "baby" person. Yes, some people have interesting babies, some people have clever babies, but they are all Other People's Children, and so will grow up to be a child I'll want to muzzle, or spank, or yell at, but I cannot, because they are not mine. My own children know this about me, and have a healthy respect for my fragile temper. They also know not to get between me and the Xanax bottle.
Number six: I detest, loathe, and despise the color purple. That being said, I do really like Tanzanite, and "periwinkle" doesn't completely suck when I see it in fabric or yarn. And Stephanie's violet hair is super-fun. And Lucy Neatby has pink and purple hair on her DVDs... so maybe I don't totally hate purple. Disregard number six.
Fun fact the last: I'm a decent knitter, and a far-above-average patchworker, but my truest passion in life would be baking. I only bake for people I adore, and my petit pain au chocolat are a sure sign of affection, should I ever make them for you. The caramel-pecan sticky buns ain't fer sneezin' at, neither. Sadly, with everyone being on diets, and all healthy (even 'Boris' has given up sweeties), my mad skilz as a pastry chef are wasting away. Happily, though, my 12 year old is taking up the baking torch, and the rest of the kids will probably follow.
There you have it. The candid, creepy, bitchy Camilla you all knew was lurking around. And fun fact five doesn't apply to my pals. It's more about when you're out at the museum, or shopping, or you've finally broken the pig to take your five kids to a movie and you encounter one of those children, and it's all you can do not to cry out "My God, why were your parents allowed to breed?" as you fall to your knees, clutching your ears as the shrieks pierce your brain, and you think about the 86.00 you just spent so you could listen to some else's kids holler at the top of their freaking lungs in a dark, crowded theater. That's who I meant. The babies who become those kids.
Tomorrow there will be pictures of Melly, prior to and after her traumatic button-band episode. I must go now and put my own spawn to bed. I'm tagging That Crocker Woman, my stuntstitcher, the dynamic duo of D-fly and her sis, the owner of Cadence, the grand piano, (Geez, Stephanie, this is hard... what if I get beat up???) the wedding dieter who's no bigger than a minute, the painter of gorgeous yarn, Lotus, and as a bonus, my favorite man, Herr Becher. I'm sure there will be a fair amount of eye-rolling when he notices he's been tagged. Do it if you wanna... my apologies if you're not in the mood for meme-ing. Type at y'all knittas latah. Cami