THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog post of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
1. The word "Veggies" makes a part of my cerebral cortex have some kind of spasm. I detest this word on a primal level. The venerable world of vegetables deserves more respect than to be relegated to some valley girl slang pile. Don't say it around me unless you feel up to a good tongue lashing.
2. I talk to plants.
Often.
I thank them.
Sometimes I apologize when I have to pull them up. (Though never to bermuda grass, a girl has to have her standards).
I encourage them.
Sometimes I give them ultimatums. "I've done all I can for you. Gird up your photosynthesisers and live or wither overnight, I care not!"
I greet new seedlings ... "I see you! Welcome to the world!"
I never do this when there are people around.
3. I am generally so cautious in life, that for me living dangerously is going to bed without brushing my teeth.
4. I have a sense of smell that rivals some bloodhounds. I can locate a rotten potato at 50 paces, or a whiff of propane where it does not belong.
I tend to smell things a lot. Kind of like a toddler that puts everything into their mouth, only I smell things. I caught myself smelling a hank of yarn the other day in the yarn shop. (It smelled vaguely of soap to me).
Paradoxically, with such a sensitive nose, you would think I would avoid strong smells, but I particularly enjoy the smell of some very pungent plants. Feverfew, marigolds, tar weed and vinegar weed seem bracing and 'clean' smelling to me. Though geraniums do not. There's something wrong, with the smell of geraniums.
5. I can't run worth beans. I discovered this early in life. I don't know what it is about my anatomy that makes this so, but it just feels ALL WRONG to me if I run.
But I can walk your legs off all day long.
This of course means I could wear out a stalking cougar. As long as he didn't break into a run, I would most likely live to tell the tale.
I am like the turtle. And nothing like the hare. I may not be fast, but by golly, I'll get there. Just don't rush me.
6. For some unfathomable reason, late in life, I have developed an aversion to bread crusts. (Even if they DO smell delicious.)
Okay, I'm passing this on to six people. (or maybe a few more...)
I forgot to mention I'm also rebellious... in a cautious kind of way. ;-)
Tagged People:
Mamallama
InStitches
Dustbunny3
Welshamethyst
ImNotLisa
Pragmatist
AeolianSolo
1. The word "Veggies" makes a part of my cerebral cortex have some kind of spasm. I detest this word on a primal level. The venerable world of vegetables deserves more respect than to be relegated to some valley girl slang pile. Don't say it around me unless you feel up to a good tongue lashing.
2. I talk to plants.
Often.
I thank them.
Sometimes I apologize when I have to pull them up. (Though never to bermuda grass, a girl has to have her standards).
I encourage them.
Sometimes I give them ultimatums. "I've done all I can for you. Gird up your photosynthesisers and live or wither overnight, I care not!"
I greet new seedlings ... "I see you! Welcome to the world!"
I never do this when there are people around.
3. I am generally so cautious in life, that for me living dangerously is going to bed without brushing my teeth.
4. I have a sense of smell that rivals some bloodhounds. I can locate a rotten potato at 50 paces, or a whiff of propane where it does not belong.
I tend to smell things a lot. Kind of like a toddler that puts everything into their mouth, only I smell things. I caught myself smelling a hank of yarn the other day in the yarn shop. (It smelled vaguely of soap to me).
Paradoxically, with such a sensitive nose, you would think I would avoid strong smells, but I particularly enjoy the smell of some very pungent plants. Feverfew, marigolds, tar weed and vinegar weed seem bracing and 'clean' smelling to me. Though geraniums do not. There's something wrong, with the smell of geraniums.
5. I can't run worth beans. I discovered this early in life. I don't know what it is about my anatomy that makes this so, but it just feels ALL WRONG to me if I run.
But I can walk your legs off all day long.
This of course means I could wear out a stalking cougar. As long as he didn't break into a run, I would most likely live to tell the tale.
I am like the turtle. And nothing like the hare. I may not be fast, but by golly, I'll get there. Just don't rush me.
6. For some unfathomable reason, late in life, I have developed an aversion to bread crusts. (Even if they DO smell delicious.)
Okay, I'm passing this on to six people. (or maybe a few more...)
I forgot to mention I'm also rebellious... in a cautious kind of way. ;-)
Tagged People:
Mamallama
InStitches
Dustbunny3
Welshamethyst
ImNotLisa
Pragmatist
AeolianSolo