A huge THANK YOU to Nikki over at Inspire Nordic for presenting me with the Kreativ Blogger Award! I am humbled and grateful!
The 6 blogs I pick to receive this....and believe me this was no small feat.....are:
Now I have to think of 10 random facts about me that I've never shared before.
1. The Swiss mask theatre group, Mummenschanz, bums me out big time. I first saw it on WGBH, Boston's PBS station, back in the early/mid 70's and it really, truly creeped me out. It still does. I don't get it at all. It ran on Broadway for years and they've won lots of awards, but.....I don't get it. It's just freaky.
2. "Friends" is my fave show ever and I watch the reruns Every. Single. Day. There are lots of shows I like, but I always lost interest in them after about 5-6 seasons. Seems most shows jump the shark at that point. "Friends" never jumped the shark at all. They ended at the right time, after 10 seasons. I wish they'd do a reunion show, but none of the actors are interested.
3. I'm fascinated by true crime and serial killers. The psychology involved is extremely interesting. I kind of wish now that I'd gone to school for psychology. I didn't really enjoy Psych 101 in college; it was just a stupid requirement I had to get out of the way and the class had about 95 students. Now I wish I'd studied it more, or minored in it.
4. I don't get what everyone sees in Stephen King. He spends 800 pages building up the story and investing the reader's time in the characters, only to kill everyone off in the last 10 pages, and never saying what happened to the survivors in the aftermath!! I liked Dolores Claiborne and The Shining, only because he actually included an Epilogue in both stories, so I finally got a sense of closure. Don't get me started on my Needful Things rant. People keep telling me to read The Stand but I have no interest in it. ZERO interest.
5. If you want to kill a houseplant, give it to me. I'll kill it good. I killed a cactus by watering it too much. All I can grow are weeds. And ivy.
6. Crafts I suck at: Candle making (it's a lot of hurry up and wait), knitting/crochet/macrame (I have a 'dyslexia thing' with it), stenciling (paint or ink ends up bleeding under the design no matter how careful I am), woodworking (can't drive a nail in straight to save my life), flat peyote beading (can't figure it out), rubber stamping (again with the ink bleed, or not enough ink is used on the stamp).
7. I pick up accents very quickly and find that I'm already starting to drop my Rs, now that I'm back in New England, especially when I'm tired. And I can't resist spelling 'lobster' and 'chowder' as lobstah and chowdah.
8. I used to be a vegetarian when I lived in California, due mostly to peer pressure more than anything else. It's one of the only times in my life I've ever caved into peer pressure. It seems that everyone in the Bay Area is vegan or vegetarian and buys organic. I got a look of disdain whenever I mentioned getting my produce at the supermarket, instead of from the organic market in Fairfax. I even knew people who wouldn't eat a veggie burger if it was cooked on a grill that was also cooking meat. Needless to say, I was back to eating meat within days of moving to Washington. The bottom line is that I love chicken, pork, turkey and ground beef, I missed it and I can't not have it.
9. When my sweet Bear goes on the road, I make him some sandwiches/snacks for the first day or night he's gone, and I always include a little love note on a yellow stickie. He hadn't mentioned them, so I thought maybe they'd come loose in the bag and he didn't see them. Then one time I didn't put one in and I got a text, "Hey where's my note?" ;-D
10. I have to hide when my squeeze is cooking lobstah because I think it's too cruel to stick a live creature into a pot of boiling water...or as he calls it, 'the jacuzzi'. He thought I was joking last summer when I mentioned it to him and was taken aback when fled the house for about 15 minutes when he was preparing to cook one. He told me that he'd never heard of anyone needing to leave the room because of that, but as it turns out, it's fairly common, esp. among women. I used to take refuge in my childhood bedroom when my dad was cooking lobstah too. Now he gives me a heads up so that I can go in my craft room, outside or run an errand.