All right, blogstalkers, let me lay it down for you.
I am a Mama. Not a mother, not a mom, Mama. I am Mama. If my kids decide they’re too old to call me Mama I just might heave an aneurysm. And it wil be ALL THEIR FAULT. I should tell them that.
I am engaged to my favorite person in the world (in the category of People Who Are Not My Children). He’s my best pal, my true, true love, my support, my friend, and I’d go on and on but I’m getting choked up and he’d make fun of me, and y’all would hate me for hogging the best man ever. (Sweetie, can I put up your picture? Ok, thanks.)
I am on my way to becoming a Language Arts/English teacher. Right now I’m interning with a 7th grade class and I could not be happier. I love them all, even the needy, potentially problematic ones. Maybe even especially the needy, potentially problematic ones. Technically, I’m a grad student, but more important to me is the fact that I am on my way to becoming a teacher.
I am a horrible housekeeper.
But I love to iron.
I was in the Navy, so once a sailor always a sailor. (I don’t have any pictures scanned, so here’s some cake instead.)
I love Science Fiction movies, although not the new-fangled ones you see on the Sci-Fi channel. Those suck. I particularly enjoyed Dune, with Kyle Maclachlan and Sting and quite a bit of the future cast of Twin Peaks. That show was genius. Anyway, this creature reminds me of that creature in Dune, the one in a big jar that could fold space. You know what I mean?
I love coffee, and my day is ruined if I cannot have a good cup of coffee. I’m usually the only person that can make a good cup of coffee, so I’ve learned to relax my standards a bit. ONLY on vacation, though. I’m pretty restless, so we go out of town a lot. Usually we’re in either Vegas or Rocky Point on the Bay of Cortez in Mexico. They’re about equidistant from us. That’s a good word, equidistant. This past weekend we went down to RP and here is the Tofutsies sock I’ve been knitting for the past eight months. It’s got chitin in it, so I half worried that it would heed the call of the wild and try to slink back into the ocean.
I cannot keep plants alive. Fish are in similar peril under my care, but let me tell you about the time a scorpion crawled up into the tank and killed a fish! That’s essentially the whole story right there.
I’m a procrastinator. I’m very impatient. That seems a bit contradictory. I’ll ponder that over the laundry I’m about to fold.
Thanks, knittyheads, for making this so much fun!
