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Me-a-me-a-ling-a-ling

Knitbug Val tagged me for a recent meme traveling around the net, and I'm delighted to share the answers. 

1) What was I doing 10 years ago?
If you think I am geeky now, you should have known me at summer camp.  I mean, there almost aren't words.  We wore bathrobes as clothes every Thursday because of a book, we calculated pi to the thousandth place using salt shakers as an abacus, we took off our pants and waved them around our heads during weekend evenings.  If you wish to revel in the astonishing nerdery that was so central to my existence, go a-clickin' here.  On a more serious note, it was the first time that I felt okay being smart.  Other kids were interested in calculus, too!  We dug at archaeological sites, debated the ethics of science, devised psychological experiments and studied advanced number theory.  To say I counted the days between sessions would be an understatement.

2) What are 5 things on my to-do list for today?
1. Make brownies for tonight's bridal shower.  Make a cake for Lori's birthday tomorrow.  This shawl is for her!
2. Break up staring match between cat and roomba, then run roomba in living room.
3. Run run run run. 
4. Make train reservations for family party.
5. Trader Joe's run on my way to the shower for some salty snackies.

3) Snacks I enjoy:
1. Tea.  Not a snack, you say?  In the quantity in which I consume it, it accounts for a significant portion of my caloric intake.
2. Cheese.  Any kind, any form except American, for which I have an astonishing, burning hatred.  It's not even cheese, people!  Crackers are just a delivery system.
3. Rice.  Mixed with garlic, beans and onions.  Mmmm!
4. Hummus, using any delivery method available, including my fingers.  Again, crackers?  Just a means to an end.
...um, that's about it.  I don't really snack?


4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
1.  Debt for me and mine?  Donezo.
2.  Big, rambling old farm house?  Minezo.
3.  All seven continents?  You betcha.
4.  Unlimited art supplies.  The clay, the fiber, the paint.  You'd hardly be able to walk for the goodies.
5.  The life list in my journal?  Crossing off one after another.  There are some weird things in there. Like "Stand in the Oval Office," and "Go to a Jackson Browne concert." Some normal stuff, too: "Hike the Great Wall of China," and "Grow roses."
6.  I know I've already said it, but it merits repeating.  Travel.
7. One class, from now until eternity, every semester of my life.  In something!  I loves me some learning.

5) Places I have lived:
1. Kennett Square, Pennsylvania
2. Baltimore, Maryland
3. Cayo, Belize
4. Cairo, Egypt
5. Washington, DC

6) Jobs I have had:
1. Record store employee.  Yes, it was exactly like High Fidelity.  No.  Really.
2. Baby sitter.  Not exactly like High Fidelity.
3. Shoe and chocolate sales girl.  In the same shop!
4. Crepe maker.  Delicious.
5. Archaeological field monkey.  With these fine folks.
6. Campaign Manager.  Not exactly like The West Wing, sadly.
7. Office manager and assistant to the stars.  Oh yes, so glamorous.
8. Knitting teacher. 
9. Graduate student/holder of priceless antiquities/researcher of camel knee covers.

7) Bloggers I am tagging who I will enjoy getting to know better:
Fidget Ann!
Knitzel Sara!
Stash, Knit, Repeat Amy!
and You!  If you'd like!

Comments

Oh my daughter was invited to be at CTYer, I am so glad to know that she might have a fighting chance of being as cool as you!!

Amen, sister - to the tea AND cheese. Purr.

Hey, hey, wait a minute. "We wore bathrobes as clothes"??? I distinctly remember wearing my bathrobe OVER clothes. Was everyone else being way more risque than me? :P

This certainly was a fun blog entry to read!!Especially since I have known you thru the jobs of # 6,7,8(having met you just before you took #6)
Just remember,while these jobs did not turn out to be "all wonderful", they do make good stories!!!OK, so maybe not for you.But for the listener, it has been great entertainment.That is ,of course partly because of how well you weave a tale.

What kind of archaeology did you do? I've just finished an Hons degree at Sydney University in it!

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