On the End of the World

Speaking of  Harold Camping :

Last night was The Boy's piano recital.  Before it started his piano teacher was giving last minute advice to the students.  He said, "If you mess up or make a mistake, don't worry. The sun will still come up tomorrow."
The Boy leaned over to me and whispered, "Yeah, but it might not on Saturday!"

10 Random Things

Oh, that Matushka Anna.  She's already gotten me back to my blog once this week and now she posted this.

Well, I think I can come up with 10 things that I've never divulged on my blog pretty easily, since I'm pretty much a newbie and I've been such a slack blogger lately.

Here goes:

1. I once spent an afternoon at a cocktail party on an Australian submarine in Pearl Harbor. I ended up as the lone female in the officer's mess with all the officers, who were very, very, cheerful and friendly. :)

2. I'm learning German along with The Boy. We are using the Rosetta Stone program.  I can say "The dishes are in the sink" and "My brother is sleeping in the bedroom."

3. I actually enjoy watching old episodes of Dr. Who with The Professor and The Boy. We have watched as many of the old episodes as we can get via Netflix and we're all the way up to the Sixth Doctor.

4. I have lived my entire life in the South but I have never eaten fried green tomatoes and I hate grits.

5. I cannot decide on a favorite color.  Most of the time I say my favorite color is red, but really I love red and yellow, pink, blue, green, turquoise, etc.

6. I've always wanted a yellow house in the country. With hydrangea bushes in the yard and climbing roses all over the place.

7. I love terriers. One of these days I'd like to have either another Westie (I had one many years ago) or a Cairn.

8. I've been to Hawaii 4 times! (I can hardly believe this myself.)

9. I am ambidextrous to a certain extent, which means I end up getting confused a lot. I write with my left hand and I guess my left hand is my dominant hand, but I can't use a pair of "left-handed" scissors. I sew and crochet with my right hand. We went out to play Frisbee the other evening and I was throwing the Frisbee with my right hand without even thinking about it.  I also have a hard time telling my right hand from my left hand and I'm terrible at trying to give directions or read a map etc.

10. I quite regularly forget how old I am - partly because I have spent 6 years telling everybody that I'm 39 (Ha!)and partly because I really do not feel any older now than I did when I was 39, or 27, or 18.

Butter, In All It's Cunning Disguises....

I've been inspired to post!  Whoa!

Thanks to Matushka Anna over at Praying With My Feet, whose post about humor reminded me of the following scene from "The Vicar of Dibley."

Now, The Professor and I do not share the same taste in humor. Although he HAS been known to laugh out loud every so often, he is a much more serious and reserved person. Fortunately for me, The Boy and I seem to share a similar sense of humor.  We both have a taste for British humor, puns, and knock-knock jokes. (Remember that interminable knock-knock joke that has you repeating "Banana who" a dozen times? Orange you glad I haven't repeated it here?)  

In my extended family, though, I'M the one who is more reserved.  My mother's side of the family has a very unique sense of humor, and I'm more like my reserved Father's side of the family.  But I do love to laugh and I have wonderful memories of laughing a LOT at family get-togethers with my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.  We have a catalog of inside jokes and silly sayings that no one outside the family can truly appreciate.  The best thing about our family reunions is the laughter.  The last time all the girls got together we stayed up talking and laughing all night long... I think we finally went to sleep about 4 am.

That's me, in a paroxysm of laughter,  with my sister and a cousin @ 2 am.
Fun times and happy memories!