I recently had a heart-to-heart with myself (not as difficult as you think) and realized/decided/discovered that I will some day adopt a baby.
I’ve planned out so much of the next few years of my life, and I think I just kept going with the planning.
Anyway, it’s not something I’m going to do for a while, but when I , it jolted me into remembering my inner conversation … because I think that’s exactly the kind of name I’d want to give a kid.
And that’s why I know I shouldn’t get one yet.
Back in 2001, I put together a list of things I wanted to do during my life. I recently remembered this list, and realized that I’m actually working on not one, but TWO of the list items. For a list of huge things, I think this is pretty awesome.
(1) I think the midwifery might take some training, unless there was one of those pregnant-woman-and-I-stuck-in-an-elevator incidences. I’m not holding my breath on this one – I just think it would be cool.
(2) My aunt Lora was a trucker, briefly, and I think it would be a really neat experience becoming very very familiar with the cities and roadways of an area. Plus there’s all that CB action.
(3) I’m fascinated with sign language. It’s not that I don’t want to talk – I just want to augment my speaking with even more information jabbering out of my hands at the same time. The more I can express, the happier I am.
(4) I keep missing the deadline for Teach for America. I still want to do it – I like the idea of a challenge like that – but I can’t complain about the library-track I’m on.
(5) Speaking of, why I AM working on becoming a children’s librarian. In fact, I’ll be starting that whole process come August.
(6) I still think I can cram a year of massage therapy courses into my life. I give gooooood back rubs, and I have a feeling I could be really good at massage therapy. Somehow, despite my other biology abilities, I did manage to learn most of the muscle names, and where they are. Of all of these goals, I think this might be one that comes to fruition.
(7) I’m talking about Minnesota to the delta. Jason was like “I’ll canoe the Mississippi”, so maybe that could be the “yea, I finished grad school”, or “yea, it’s summer and I’m not going to take classes” plan. I suppose it depends on what my friend Em is doing then. She’s my canoe inspiration. I think my brother would want to go too. There might have to be several canoes.
(8) I’ve just finished all the parts of level 1 for the Master Knitter program, so I’m on my way.
(9) This one I can’t explain. When I was little, I was fascinated with Vermont and Maine. I had maps up in my bedroom. I’ve always wanted to live there, despite knowing little about either state.
(10) I realize that sign language is a language. What I meant was “some other language, besides the above mentioned sign language”. I’m torn between Spanish, which would be horribly convenient; German, which I know a little but will serve very little purpose unless I’m actually in Germany or Argentina; or some random language like Esperanto, because it’s cool to learn an entirely new language.
So there you go.
Did I ever tell you about the time I was a Girl Scout camp counselor for in Epworth, Iowa? NASA had just discovered that the astronauts they were going to be recruiting for a Mars trip were approximately 9-11 years old, and pushed a big science/math initiative. I was trained by NASA scientists/educators on how to teach neat Mars/space/planet facts to kids. The photo is from our big field day. I was in charge of the baking soda/vinegar volcano that also doubled as a multi-layered, multi-colored homemade playdough mountain that we took rainbowalicious core samples of with straws!
Now I get NASA calling me on the horn all the time for model release forms so they can publish photos for educational material.
You know when you’re kind of bored, and in the bathroom – and you end up tweezing off more eyebrow than you intended, or putting on all the makeup you have, or doing something complex to your hair, or spending inordinate amounts of time looking at the folds of your ear?
Last night I was pawing through my jewelry box. I have a surprising amount of jewelry, considering I never wear any of it, and the best part is it’s all held in a Caboodleâ„¢. I found my old belly ring, and wondered if the hole in the top of my belly button was still open.
Turns out it still is. For the hell of it, I put in the smallest ring I have. It’s kind of cute, but it’s kind of stupid now that every 18-year-old has it too. *Taking an angry drag on a cigarette* Man, back when I had MINE done, no one else did, and it was COOL. *stub stub*
I almost forgot about . Hey – did you know that when I was a little girl, people would stop my mom in McDonalds or wherever and ask if I was the little girl from Poltergeist? She said it happened quite frequently.
Then the girl died. Maybe if they do a “20 years later” Poltergeist, I could star in it. I’m serious!
I’ve been for the following book from .
1)Total number of books in your house:
I was going to estimate by feet, but unlike some, I own a lot of children’s books, and they’re usually thinner. Plus my copy of hasn’t arrived yet, and it’s 7 feet wide. I’m going to say that I own around 100 books. See, I’m a daughter, so I’ve grown up borrowing, and borrow I will until I die.
Although as I am not a librarian myself yet, I haven’t catalogued my collection – give me two year. Post , I will be able to tell you EXACTLY how many books I have.
2)The last book you bought was:
I just bought a knitting reference book for mastery – by Nancie M. Wiseman. It hasn’t shown up yet though.
3)What was the last book you read before reading this?
I just finished reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I hadn’t read it before, and I’m going to see the movie on Tuesday with Yason.
4)Write down 5 (or 6) books you often read or that mean a lot to you.
1) The Little Prince. I have a tattoo of him, for Cripe’s sake. Favorite book ever. If you ever need to borrow a copy in German, Portugese, or French, let me know.
2) I’ve read all the Harry Potters, and I’m gnashing my teeth waiting for July 16 to come around. I went to the downtown Chicago Borders for the midnight release of book 5, and that was tons of fun. Too bad I won’t be in the city to see hundreds of people streaming onto the El with a giant green book in front of their faces.
3) My friends and I all went through that phase where we bought multiple copies of to give to other friends.
4) I think might end up being a lifetime favorite. Some of it has to do with the circumstances of when you read a book.
5) I’m a big Roald Dahl fan. I love everything I’ve read of his, except .
6) You know what? With the exception of , I will read just about anything, especially if I get to sit outside in the sun to do so.
5)Who are you going to pass this onto and why?
I’d pass this on to , but he hasn’t posted since 1983. Therefore, the most logical people to ask are , as he DOES own Infinate Jest and is the most literate person I know (“Can I show you something in a Dilillo?”); , because I end up reading her books anyway (still have Tropic of Cancer!); and , because I’m obliged to (saysters).
Wasn’t this fun?
… bawdy performances are a distraction for students resulting in pregnancies, dropouts and the spread of sexually transmitted diseases.
Let me tell you a little something about suggestive cheerleading. Cheerleaders and sex have gone together as long as there have been organized sports. There’s the stereotypical slutty-cheerleader thing, and there’s the unattainable-by-geeks-sex-goddess thing.
As a high school cheerleader (random Sonya fact: I was the captain) I realized that wearing a short skirt and flashing my bloomers were not really helping the team. I suppose performing a half-time dance routine kept the massive crowds at Calamus-Wheatland Jr./Sr. High from rioting, but even when I couldn’t come up with one good reason why I was a cheerleader, I knew that I had generations of the same cheerleading rituals behind me.
There’s a fine line between erotic dancing and popular dance moves theseadays. I don’t think there would be many high school squads nationwide that would pass the Texas criteria for non-sexy dancing.
There’s also a fine line between cheerleaders as a pep squad, and a bunch of girls who are on the cusp of sexuality and have been given a tool with which they can wield this power: cheerleading will always be sexually charged until they start wearing stripey pants and stop being eye candy … at which point they will stop being cheerleaders.
I had my adenoids out, and tubes put in my ears, when I was little, which was my only hospital stay.
I’ve never broken a bone.
My hair falls out a more rapidly than average.
I love divulging information about myself – it’s more attention.
I hit my newborn sister in the nose with a baton when I was 5. It was my birthday.
My first school-age crush was on Jason Boyd.
My first crush ever was on Michael Magnus.
I cut of the tip of my left third finger with a papercutter in a dark room. It grew back.
I play (more or less proficiently) the trombone, euphonium, and tuba.
I’ve kissed two boys my sister has kissed.
As a baby, I never crawled. I was too fat.
My last name was changed from Grün when my family came to America.
My parents named me after , the famous ice dancer. Only they spelled it with a ‘y’ because they thought an ‘i’ was too hard for a little girl to write.
I have texture issues with eating – I dislike most beans and hate chili.
I once saved a turtle’s life when I was firefighting in Maryland.
Yeah, I said Maryland. I was a wildland firefighter during AmeriCorps*NCCC.
I’ve never seen a Die Hard movie.
I once stuck a raisin so far up my nose my dad had to take me to the emergency room.
When I was in fourth grade, I wanted to change my name to … Trissy.
My first kiss was in the back of a school bus in sixth grade.
My grandma taught me how to knit when I was in high school.
I started knitting my first sweater senior year and didn’t finish it till I was a senior in college. It’s hideous.
I was the editor of my college paper – .
I hated fourth grade.
One of my nostrils is larger than the other one.
My favorite book is The Little Prince, and I have a tattoo of the little guy on my back.
I’m a sucker for technical gadgetry.
I like spinning yarn. I have this big bag of alpaca fiber sitting at home. It’s kind of creepy looking.
I like cats better than dogs. But not by a lot.
I like being outside. I’d rather be outside than inside. That’s where the website name came from. My sister is an ‘inside cat’, thereby making me an ‘outside cat’.
I want to invent something to replace smoking that will give you something to do with your hands when you’re at a bar.
My middle name is Lea. It means ‘green pasture’.
Growing up, I spelled things with an extra ‘e’ or ‘u’ like I was actually a Canadian adoptee.
I always wear a silver ring and a watch.
I was the captain of my high school cheerleading squad.
I was the bass player for the Calamus-Wheatland high school pep band.
My class had 33 people in it.
My first sentence was “Mommy picks up Sonny’s toys”.
I like Cream of Wheat.
This just got really boring, even for me.
After reading , I’ve decided to list a bunch of Random Sonya Facts, because I think it will be interesting for me to read to myself.
I found it facinating, as I read through 200 of Queer Joe’s bits of personal knowledge, and tried to not get sucked in like it was a horoscope.
“Yes, I too have hayfever and enjoy repetative tasks like stuffing envelopes and hate confrontation and don’t like smoking weed and rarely read directions and have never had sexual intercourse with a woman! It’s like we’re the same person!”
Maybe you’ll learn something interesting about me. Or you’ll just get really pissed off because the whole idea is so annoying.
Fuck you – I’m fricking awesome.
I’ll admit it. There are foods I dislike. We all have foods we dislike. I have an ex boyfriend who hated all melon. Lots of people dislike Cream of Wheat.
I myself refuse, to this day, to eat any type of lentil. Except hummus. Weird, isn’t it? There’s no real reason not to like lentils. They’re incredibly nutritious, they’re abundant, and they’re in lots of stuff. Chili, baked beans, three bean salad …
I’ve always claimed it was the texture. As it turns out, I’m a pansy, and I should buck up.
I just finished reading an article called If you eat something you dislike 8 to 10 times, you’ll get used to it, and you’ll become a better human being. I can handle the idea of eating chili 8 times. It’s not that big of a deal. I think a new summer goal is to stop being picky about random food items, and become a true omnivore.