Darlene tagged me, and since I’m hoping that means she’s forgiven me for talking about politics in her comments a while ago when she’d said she didn’t want political comments, I think I’d better do the tag, to help reverse any evil blog-related curses I may have incurred.
The tag: List 6 random, abstract, weird things about me.
1. Every day I ingest food, use complex biological processes to convert it to energy, and excrete the waste.
2. I am harboring a 3 lb. parasitic life form inside me, which in a couple of months will be able to survive outside my body. I plan to feed it by allowing it to extract a liquid form of nourishment from my body.
3. I love pickled herring and smoked oysters. I especially like to eat them at holidays. Dean does not like anything about them, including their smell, so I have to stay out of range of where he can smell my breath on holidays. Since absence makes the heart grow fonder, this makes our holidays especially romantic, as he looks lovingly at me from across the room (which he would totally do if he weren’t so busy collecting pieces of Triforce and battling Ganondorf.)
4. I always wanted a lot of kids, and the psychological power of denial has helped me to still want lots of kids, in spite of 11+ years of having had to live with them.
5. Dean and I lived in Amman, Jordan for 9 months when we were newlyweds. How this came to be is a long story, but the gist is that I was young, foolish, in love, and willing to follow him anywhere. The main thing I have retained from the experience is the ability to say “Please don’t smoke, I’m pregnant,” in Arabic. (Sarcasm aside, it actually was a great experience.)
6. No matter how many random, abstract, weird things about myself I have come up with during a day, I won’t be able to recall more than five once I get my fingers on a keyboard. (Or more than six, depending on how you keep score.)
I tag: anyone willing to be tagged, especially Mary and Suzy (you can email me yours or put them in a comment.)
Update: I just learned that it is difficult to find an appealing image of pickled herring with a Google Image search.
Also, I’m thinking it would almost be worth it to put on my coat and boots and drive through the ice and slush to get to my mom’s house, where the pickled herring is. Dean’s Triforce-collecting is going well, so I doubt he’d miss me.