Anna-Liza here, but Lyda will be joining me. We’ve been tagged for this meme, both of us individually. I think it’s fine for us each to supply our own list of weirdnesses, but I’m not sure if we know 14 people we can tag with this! So I’m sort-of-cheating by setting up this post, putting in my list of weirdness and some people to tag, then having Lyda add her own list and people.
This is Lyda, chiming in. I love joint posts. No, I don’t mean posts about marijuana. That would be a completely different meme…
Here are the rules:
1. Link to the person that tagged you and put the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 weird or random facts about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and link to their blog.
4. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a note on their blog.
Our Tagger – Marin
Hey, maybe we should have done each other’s lists. For Anna-Liza, I’d put “She can take any seemingly random or bizarre clothes, put them together, and create a look that is uniquely hers and absolutely stunning.” You, too, have this ability, grasshopper. You have merely to get your preconceptions out of the way. Geez, Lyda, you’re the one who spent a lifetime in theater. It’s all costume! Girl, you have so not looked in my closet lately. Or my mirror. Thrift stores, baby. And end-of-season clearance sales. Do it you can. There is no “try”.
Here’s my list (Anna-Liza):
1. I used to have a “thing” about my bras and panties matching. I had an enormous number a lot of matching sets, some with matching garter belts as well. Pregnancy and maternity panties and nursing bras sort of cured me of that … but not really. If I had the cash, I’d start collecting matching sets again in a minute and a half. (Unfortunately, my last set of pregnancies pretty much guaranteed I won’t be fitting into any of my already existing pretty bra-and-panty sets in this lifetime, or until I’m old and emaciated. Eww.)
2. I really do prefer milk chocolate to dark, for just a pure sensual chocolate-consuming experience. Cadbury’s milk chocolate, or, even better, Cadbury’s Flake (which I can’t find fresh over here). I know, I’m only a psuedo-hipster. On the other hand, I apparently have pretty decent taste in wine.
3. I’m a pretty good dancer, good sense of rhythm, coordinated, all that. However, get me near any game involving balls and I’m suddenly Captain Klutztastic. (“Games involving balls” includes pool, but not sex. Sex is like dancing. Just sayin’.)
4. I have 12 hours flight time logged toward my private pilot’s license. I’m seriously afraid of heights.
5. I cannot bear the sound of metal on metal. I have to leave the kitchen if VSH stirs something in a stainless steel saucepan with a metal spoon. Metal on glass is almost as bad.
6. I can take a nap almost anytime during the day, but I have trouble sleeping at night. If VSH has to be away for the night, I have to take a sleeping pill.
7. I like my martinis made with good gin (Bombay Sapphire for choice) and with a twist of lemon peel–no olives and no “dirty martinis” for me. I think any drink that is not made with gin or vodka really shouldn’t be called a martini, even if it’s served in a martini glass. But I also like sweet, dessert-like drinks, so I’ll order a tiramisu “martini” without grumbling too much if I’m in the mood. (Bácaro in Boulder has a “Tiramisu Martini”. It’s decadent, delicious, and possibly crosses the line into depravity. But it’s not a martini.)
Here’s my list (Lyda):
When I asked him to think of some weird things about me, the Resident Sith Master said, “I don’t know where to begin.”
So, I guess I’m on my own…
1. I have a rule: I’m only allowed to start cleaning 20 minutes to an hour before someone is coming over. And yes, my house is tidy enough to get it in company shape in 20 minutes. Don’t hate me because I’m obsessed. Before this rule came into being, I’d clean for twelve hours straight, which does not make for a good hostess. I’m pretty sure that Anna-Liza created this rule. Or my friend the Irish Beauty.
2. Ya’ll won’t be surprised that I’m obsessed with “Clean House“. But I’m also newly obsessed with “What Not to Wear“. Not that you could tell from my clothes. At all. Can I nominate myself for “What Not to Wear” or will I have to con bribe cajole one of you into it? ‘ Cause, really. I need the Fashion Police, people. It’s all black, folks, and she’s not any kind of Goth, by any stretch of the imagination.
3. I give RSM advice when he’s playing video games. Which is kinda like Mr. T. giving meditation lessons to the Dalai Lama.
4. I imagine myself in an alternate life as an interior decorator (when I’m not imagining myself as a rock star, but that’s not weird, that’s normal, right? But I digress). I love decorating shows, magazines, and books. And once again, you would not know this from my home. Champagne tastes, diet soda budget.
5. I have no sense of direction. I never know where I am. My siblings had to walk me to school every day – a trip of ten minutes with only one street to cross. This was embarassing in sixth grade when my little brother was the only sibling available. To remember where north, south, east & west are, I have to picture a map of the USA. Seriously, when we were in college, she had to keep a notebook in her car with the directions to all the places she went to regularly. Even places she drove to every day.
6. I have a fear of heights, but I’m too stubborn to let on. I went off the high dive at the pool almost as often as everyone else, and at the theater I used to climb a wooden ladder to sit on a 2’x2′ platform and operate a spotlight – and not come down at intermission because I might be too scared to go back up.
7. The other night for dinner, I had four regular-size tomatoes, one cucumber, and an apple.
And then ice cream.
Because I can, ya’ll.
Oh, BTW Jane, we can’t post comments on your blog because you have it set so that only people with Blogger accounts can post. So I hope you read this one!