8 random bits of me

i have been tagged by Beulah and Plum, so here goes:

1. I had a speech impediment when I was in grade school-I slurred my s’s and my j’s. I went to speech therapy for a few years, and finally figured out how to speak so that air didn’t pass through my cheeks and make a whirr. I still have trouble with words that begin with ‘J’.

2. I hate drinking water. I have to force myself to do it, hoping it will help with my migraines.

3. I’m left-handed, but I can use scissors with my right.

4. I’m practically a tee-totaller, but I do enjoy an occasional gin drink.

5. incensed at the ridiculousness of a Cy Twombly exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I signed my name to the bottom right corner of a blank white wall in a stairwell of the museum, figuring my completed ‘work’ was just as relevant. My Mother was co-conspirator.

6. In the 90’s, I edited a little ‘zine, which did rather well.

7. In grade school, I spent many years wearing only skirts. I only recently started wearing denim again, after about a 20 year hiatus.

8. If I had been born a boy, my parents were going to name me Gustave.

Like Miss Plum, I cannot imagine that 8 people even read this, so I’ll just suggest that if you do, and would like to follow the tag, please do.

while I was out.

Yesterday, Kenny and I took a walk and spied two red-bellied woodpeckers in a tree at Knight’s park. I’m going back with my camera and alot of free time.

Today I became a personal shopper, with a specialty in finding stylish but butch maternity togs.

Last night, my cats became hunters, with one small gray mouse proudly left in our living room. The husband was totally in awe of the majesty and primal instinct-ness of it all. All I could think of was, ‘What a pretty little mouse.’

Recently, I have been convinced that I am having a ’sensitivity’ to MSG. What to do, what to do.

Rabbit.

Quite like this.

but my fingers are ill.

Talking a walk last night, Kboy and I heard an owl hooting in Knight’s Park.

Driving only a few blocks in Camden yesterday, I saw two tumbleweaves.

I sorely need a haircut. I’m going to the place with the orange brick, and the blue neon. I’m going to show them the lopsided-faced, lisping hippy actress cover girl, and tell em to lowlight me. No butterfly belly tattooes required.

My core is no longer sore.

Fascination, oh Yeah.

Got to use it.

I have nothing to say yet.

I’ve been hella busy. I am getting good at making phone calls, but not phone calls to family. phone calls to strangers. I’m memorizing my cell phone number.

And I’ve been making lots of lists. But none worth sharing yet.

But after all the mishegas, in late October, early November, I want to have some fun. I want to do some volunteering (pie baking, anyone?) and go for some BRISK WALKS.