Goosed.

Blue Girl has thrown me a curve ball. 

She KNOWS my husband is the writer in the family.  She KNOWS he's the clever, witty one.  The one with the extensive vocabulary. The one who can talk a blue streak about anything, anywhere, anytime.  The one who can make people laugh and cry at the same time while speaking at his own father's memorial service.  The one who can make a large conference room full of people join him in singing "Oh I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner". 

So what does Blue Girl do?  She gooses me.  Not Steve.  ME.  So now I'm supposed to write 8 facts about myself and I'm supposed to do it after she has already written hers.  Talk about a hard act to follow.  Steve could do this in twenty minutes.  Me?  Who knows how long this will take.

Well now, so there you have it.  My first fact about myself...

NUMBER 1:  I'm intimidated by Blue Girl's writing.  She's clever.  She's witty.  She has an extensive vocabulary.  Boy can she make me laugh.  Oh, and yesterday I learned she sings.  At weddings.  Yet another reason to be intimidated.  Now you know why I'm dreading this exercise.  But I'll do it anyway BG - for you.

Let's see now.  There's so much I could tell you but if I did it all at once you wouldn't bother to revisit this blog.  We like visitors. 

OK.  I confess:

NUMBER 2:  I lied to my mother.  My brother, my sister, and I were a captive audience in the back seat of the car.  She wanted to know:

a) how did the Hustler magazine make its way into the house?    and

b) what happened to it? 

We all knew my brother brought it into the house.  Duhhh.  He and his cronies - all boy scouts supposed to be setting a good example by the way.  Impostors.  I stumbled on this magazine completely by accident.  I was young.  I was naive.  I was NOT going to get caught blushing over the images on those pages.  I stole the magazine from my brother's room so as to gawk behind my own locked door.  I'm telling you - at the age I was at, there was just too much *information* on those pages if you know what I mean.  After denying I knew anything about this magazine to my mother, repeatedly,  I snuck it back in to my brother's room.  Who did I think I was fooling?

NUMBER 3:  Asparagus makes my urine smell shall we say, um, unusual.  In high school I had a crush on my AP Biology teacher.  We were studying genetics and fruit flies and somehow he brought up the fact there is a recessive gene that makes some people's urine "smell funny" after eating asparagus.  So THAT explained it!  Mr. U  went on to explain that he had heard of this but knew of no one...does anyone here...?  I never would have raised my hand except for the fact I adored the man.  The next thing I knew I had agreed to pee into a bottle for him.  I agreed to this in front of the entire class, dedicated scientist I thought I would one day be.  The peeing I would do In the privacy of my own home of course.  My mother cooked asparagus for dinner.  I peed.  I stored the sample in the fridge that night.  Apparently that was a mistake.  Mr. U did the sniff test the next day and was unable to detect anything unusual.  Oh how humiliating.  I thought I had lost all credibility.  I did get an A+ on my final that year however.

Three down, five more to go...

NUMBER 4:  Now let me tell you about my AP English class.  I hated it.  And I didn't like Ms. V much either.  So when it came time to study for my senior finals, I made the conscious decision to focus on the biology, and eliminate the English altogether.  I hate to say this,  I am married to an English professor after all, but Shakespeare does nothing for me.  I can't help it - I do not care who said what in which scene, in which act, in which play Shakespeare wrote.  I just don't.  (Lance, you won't think less of me now will you?)  So, I did the math and I knew that my grades in the class were high enough that I could afford to fail the final.  And fail it I did.  I didn't know for sure until Ms. V informed me of that fact - at a graduation party in the President's house on the Vassar College campus.  (The president's daughter was in my class.)  I just smiled.  I still had a low 80 something as a final grade in the class and I knew it.

NUMBER 5:  My daughter had me beheaded in a past life.  If you believe Marsha, Tara's preschool teacher that is.  One day we were standing in the parking lot talking about Tara's defiant, independent streak when Marsha, who is a firm believer in reincarnation said: "I think Tara must have had you beheaded in a past life.  I think she was a princess and you were her servant.  A teacher actually.  You must have pissed her off royally, ha-ha and as a consequence she arranged to have your head lopped off.  Now, in this life, she's paying for it.  It's karma.  In THIS life you're the one in charge; she doesn't like it one bit and she's letting you know it."

I was genuinely amused.  But gosh darn it - it's the best explanation I can come up with for my daughter's very strong-willed tendencies.  (For the record, Tara is about to turn 21 and she's a lovely, Phi Beta Kappa student at the U of S Carolina.  I'm very proud of her.)

NUMBER 6:  Oprah didn't impress me much.  Steve was one of several guests on the Oprah Winfrey Show back in '98 when his book Planet of the Blind came out.  It was clear by her trivial questions she hadn't read his book.  How disappointing.  She could have made us millions had she read and recommended the book!  I sat in the audience with Steve's parents.  I kid you not - every time she spoke and new she was on camera she looked interested and engaged.  When she knew the camera was on the guest, as he or she answered her questions, she busied herself by looking around at members of the audience.  I remember there was a lady with a big floppy hat that frequently managed to catch her attention.  During "commercial break" she had almost nothing to say to her guests.  I thought she was dare I say it (?) - rude.  Oprah, you do good work what with your Angel Network and all your charities I'll grant you that.  But geez.  Treat your guests with a little more respect won't you?   Look at them when they are talking to you whether they can see you do so or not.

NUMBER 7:  I have big feet.  I'm 5'2" tall and wear a size 8 shoe.  My father has told me more than once that when I was born the doctor held me up and said "wow, she has big feet!"  Don't tell anyone please.

NUMBER 8:  Fleas find me particularly delicious.  Years ago I went to visit a friend in Virginia Beach.  She was single and lived in a little apartment just several blocks from the beach.  My son Ross was just a few months old.  I was sitting on her sofa breastfeeding my baby when I noticed fleas, many fleas, jumping all over my lap, my abdomen and yes, my boobs.  My friend was mortified as was I (and as she would be reading this post)!  "Oh my gosh.  I'm so sorry.  I didn't even know I had fleas in the apartment...I've never been bitten..."  I assured her it was "OK".  At least they didn't appear to be in the bed I had slept in the night before.  Well that night they found me.  I had flea bites up and down my back and all over my legs by the next morning.  My friend had not a one.  I'm tellin' ya.  I am mmmm, mmmm goooood! 

NUMBER 9:  I love my husband.  Why the other day....oh wait.  I'm finished!  I only needed to share 8 things about myself with you.  So there is no need to tell you this!  I'm off the hook!  Whew.

Now what?  Now I have to "goose" 8 more people?  OK.  But I have to get ready for company now.  I'll revisit this and post again later, otherwise I'll never get Blue Girl off my back I'm sure. 

As my son would say:

"Toodles"!

~ Connie

Comments

[blue girl]

That was great, Connie! And thank you for the very nice compliment. But, please don't give me too much credit. I'm now totally stressed, wondering if I spelled compliment correctly.

RE Shakespeare. I'm sort of with you there. When Blue Kid was little and he had a hard time reading some book, he would tell me it was hard to read because "it was written in British."

So, next time Steve wants you to read something, just throw that line at him!

:)

Loved the biology class story!

[Jennifer]

Connie- as for the big feet, my grandfather would say you have good understanding. :)

[Karen]

Hey Connie,

You have big feet!

It cracks me up that your thoughts are all from AP classes. Guess it really sticks with you.

Hey, I want to know if you read things to your husband or if he uses voice recognition software. If so, how does it read things like my classic laugh, AHAHAHAHAA? Also, do they make braille printers so he could print out things in braille? Just curious, I haven't learned anything about adaptive equipment yet.

Cool blog!!
Karen

[Jeremy]

Nice stories, as a fellow goosee. The asparagus one is interesting. Should you ever meet that biology teacher again, you could inform him that there are actually two genes involved; one that makes smelly asparapee, the other that enable people to smell it.

I have both, which is good news.

[Maureen McCabe]

Wow you guys are tough... we've been doing 5 things on real estat blogs. I've been tagged (I sorta like "goosed") three times so that is 15 things.

I said on the last time I would make things up but maybe I will just borrow yours Connie. I guess I did not know the biology class thing. I thought asparagus did it to everyone. Who said blogging is not educational.

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