sweet sixteen
Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged.
Tagged by: whitneyrhiannon
I'm so dull. I can NEVER think of little facts/habits/goals when I need to do one of these little things. But I'm a good sport.
1. I love this entry on Oatmeal.
2. Maura, Maggie, and I (the three Oatmealers) are starting a self-portrait blog. One a week for a year.
3. I just added 3 GB of music to my life. Holy mother of G-d.
4. I love words that feel good in the mouth. Like, ones that are fun to say. Such as rhododendron. And mellifluous. And salmagundi. There are a million more. Someday I'll make a list.
5. Just today I was thinking... hm... maybe I do want kids. A little boy. With blue eyes. Named Ever. At the Famer's Market, his father with the wide shoulders will lift him up over his head, carry him up there, while I bag up the snap peas. I'll pull three out, one for each of us, and we'll munch that summer green together. There is too much joy in this life.
6. I have a massage space. I do. I'm working out of a yoga studio. And I can't believe it.
7. Sometimes I worry that we're only allotted a certain pieslice of joy. And I really like pie. I worry I won't be satisfied with my fair share.
8. If I struck it rich, I would spend an inordinate amount of time following bands on the road.
9. I've been drinking a lot of beer lately. A lot.
10. I can't wait for spring. When the first warm winds start blowing in. Nothing too warm. But you know how that first 50 degree day just shocks through your winter body. Wakes things up and shoves you into bloom.
11. I'm moving in with the lady-bakers who are also my bosses. I will be living in a room the size of a closet. A 10x10 purple room with big windows. I'm so excited, though. This will be a tight, but happy, house.
12. I have idyllic dreams. An apartment in the city, a shack by the sea. A clothesline. A lettuce patch. Books on quilts.
13. I'm afraid of my husband dying. My non-existent husband. Who may not even exist ever. I'm afraid of him dying. And this makes me weird. Among other things.
14. I love the sound of crickets.
15. I love Bach's solo concertos for cello and Mozart's clarinet concertos.
16. I love to say, "I'm a massage therapist and a baker." I love it.
I'm not tagging anyone though. :) If you want to do it, I want to read it.
Tagged by: whitneyrhiannon
I'm so dull. I can NEVER think of little facts/habits/goals when I need to do one of these little things. But I'm a good sport.
1. I love this entry on Oatmeal.
2. Maura, Maggie, and I (the three Oatmealers) are starting a self-portrait blog. One a week for a year.
3. I just added 3 GB of music to my life. Holy mother of G-d.
4. I love words that feel good in the mouth. Like, ones that are fun to say. Such as rhododendron. And mellifluous. And salmagundi. There are a million more. Someday I'll make a list.
5. Just today I was thinking... hm... maybe I do want kids. A little boy. With blue eyes. Named Ever. At the Famer's Market, his father with the wide shoulders will lift him up over his head, carry him up there, while I bag up the snap peas. I'll pull three out, one for each of us, and we'll munch that summer green together. There is too much joy in this life.
6. I have a massage space. I do. I'm working out of a yoga studio. And I can't believe it.
7. Sometimes I worry that we're only allotted a certain pieslice of joy. And I really like pie. I worry I won't be satisfied with my fair share.
8. If I struck it rich, I would spend an inordinate amount of time following bands on the road.
9. I've been drinking a lot of beer lately. A lot.
10. I can't wait for spring. When the first warm winds start blowing in. Nothing too warm. But you know how that first 50 degree day just shocks through your winter body. Wakes things up and shoves you into bloom.
11. I'm moving in with the lady-bakers who are also my bosses. I will be living in a room the size of a closet. A 10x10 purple room with big windows. I'm so excited, though. This will be a tight, but happy, house.
12. I have idyllic dreams. An apartment in the city, a shack by the sea. A clothesline. A lettuce patch. Books on quilts.
13. I'm afraid of my husband dying. My non-existent husband. Who may not even exist ever. I'm afraid of him dying. And this makes me weird. Among other things.
14. I love the sound of crickets.
15. I love Bach's solo concertos for cello and Mozart's clarinet concertos.
16. I love to say, "I'm a massage therapist and a baker." I love it.
I'm not tagging anyone though. :) If you want to do it, I want to read it.