Friday, March 26, 2010

Passing on the bloggy love

Rather belatedly, but better late than never!

A few weeks back the very lovely Chally of Zero at the Bone gave me this:


I am most flattered :-) Thank you Chally!

It comes with an instruction to list 7 things about myself, so here goes:

1. My left ear sticks out further than my right ear. When I was in my teens a doctor once helpfully told me that I could have it "fixed" with surgery but as I have never felt it was broken, and I regard the idea of unnecessary cutting of any part of my body with anathema, I wasn't particularly interested.

2. When I sit in on Caitlin's singing lessons I wish I was the one learning. Maybe one day. You know, when I have the money and time to spare.

3. I still have a pet rock that I "adopted" in primary school (for "adopted" read "stuck googly eyes on"), its name is Nargun and it sits in pride of place on display in the lounge room. Patricia Wrightson, author of "The Nargun and the Stars" died this week at the age of 88, I was sad.

Nargun

4. I can't remember the last time I mopped the kitchen floor. It's been spot cleaned, in many places many times over, with water and paper towels when things have been spilled, but mopped all over - not so much. I really should do that.

5. I never did know what I wanted to be when I grew up, still don't. My life has kind of happened to me without me planning any of it. Fortunately it seems to have turned out rather well so far.

6. When I was little I used to keep snails as pets. I'd let them crawl all over my arms. I still like snails.

7. I broke my arm when I was in 1st grade. I fell over on the oval while being chased by Mark. Mark was chasing me because I'd kissed him in class before recess. I don't remember kissing Mark but I vividly remember the sight of my own forearm with an extra bend in it. My arm was out of plaster for some very short space of time (less than a month, maybe a week or two?) when I had a play date with a friend and her mum took us for a walk with their dog. I asked to hold the leash, the (very small) dog started running, I tripped...and broke my arm again. My friend's mum asked if I was sure it was broken and I remember thinking "Are you stupid?! It's not supposed to bend THERE!" But I didn't say it because I was a) in PAIN and b) too polite.

I'm going to pass the award on to a couple of very beautiful bloggers, go visit them and say hi from me!

Helen at Feeding Five For Fifty
cat at Juggling Act of Life

9 comments:

Cathy said...

I had a pet rock once too, but I didn't keep it. I love your pet rock's name. I didn't know about Patricia Wrightson passing on, until I read your post. Thanks for sharing Mim.

cat said...

Thanks Mimbles - I am humbled.

Kazzy said...

Cute post. I love ears. Seriously. Maybe even more than you love snails. ;)

Candy said...

Mim, you are too funny! Love the pet rock. Love the fact that you love snails. Love that you haven't mopped the entire floor in a long time.

Sing whether or not you can take lessons right now. I have a feeling that you have a beautiful, clear voice. When I go on the road in a rock band with my granddaughters after I retire:), we'll tour Australia and you and your daughter can join us:)

Penthe said...

I hadn't hear about Patricia Wrightson either. Sad news. I was just reflecting this afternoon how much my world view was informed by her attitude to bull dozers and car parks.

We had a much less benign nargun in our backyard creek when I was a kid. It moved when you stepped on it, and I was terrified.

Chally said...

You're most welcome.

Eternal Lizdom said...

My kitchen floor and your kitchen floor could TOTALLY hang out!!

And I think you should take singing lessons!!

Penny said...

*winces at arm story*

We played snail races when we were little.

Unknown Mami said...

That pet rock has the most expressive eyes I have ever seen on a rock.