Six Weird Things About Me
As tagged by Lone Grey Squirrel (sincere thank you for momentarily pulling me away from workworld to delve back into blogland!)
1. My first dog "Souling", was 18yrs old when she was put to rest. I was away on a trip when my mom had to bring her in. She was given to me for my 8th birthday, in a box that was contained something that was moving…a puppy! Complete with a red bow around her neck. I didn’t know for sure I was going to get her, but had picked her out because she was the biggest in the litter. I thought she would be the strongest having fought the hardest for pole nipple position. Welcome to the mind of an 8yr old. My mom, being the compassionate, loving woman that she is, put the dog down to relieve the pain she began to experience and then put her in a box and into our basement deep freezer so that I could bury her. Having missed the process leading up to the death of my dog, when I returned home to find out the dog had been put to sleep I felt somewhat detached from the event and the frozen dog in our basement just creeped me out. Every time I thought about moving the box for the burial, the idea of the dog sliding around from end to end like a box of frozen chicken breasts clunking from side to side FREAKED ME OUT. Even though mom told me she was wrapped nicely in a blanket…I avoided it for about two months before I admitted that this was beyond me and went to my father for assistance. Dad took care everything. I could write all six weird things about how terrible I am at dealing with death. But I won’t. Because it makes me uncomfortable.
2. I have a deep-rooted respect for the planet. Being the type that would likely split an atom analyzing, I think it makes me a little bit “quirky” when I try to justify buying things that add to destruction of the planet. I might be a bit of a minimalist that way. I think that as a whole, we as a society live such a luxuriant lifestyle that it is blatantly shameful. At the same time I indulge and then go through a sense of guilty remorse thereafter. Suvival's a bitch and why cooking is such a relieve for me - I can't find anything wrong with it...Until I begin to think of the people without enough food....GAK! Welcome to my inner spinnings of torturous thoughts and the reason I should not be single.
3. My son thinks there is “NOTHING” weird about me. That might be weird.
4. I don’t sleep with anything strange, I don’t have any strong superstitions or any major health concerns. I don’t have anything weird on my body aside from two black toe nails from doing the breast cancer walk last year…I think what's weird is that I think that my family is the weirdest thing of all.
5. Mooshy foods in the morning ie. Overripe bananas, cakey pancakes, soggy cereal will make me want to gag. That in itself isn't so weird, but any other time in the day I would be able to tolerate them without a problem.
6. I tend to care less about how my home looks than I do about how I feel in it. Perhaps weird for a girl non?
In honour of the delightful and insightful Lone Grey Squirrel here's the picture I took last weekend on the trails:
1. My first dog "Souling", was 18yrs old when she was put to rest. I was away on a trip when my mom had to bring her in. She was given to me for my 8th birthday, in a box that was contained something that was moving…a puppy! Complete with a red bow around her neck. I didn’t know for sure I was going to get her, but had picked her out because she was the biggest in the litter. I thought she would be the strongest having fought the hardest for pole nipple position. Welcome to the mind of an 8yr old. My mom, being the compassionate, loving woman that she is, put the dog down to relieve the pain she began to experience and then put her in a box and into our basement deep freezer so that I could bury her. Having missed the process leading up to the death of my dog, when I returned home to find out the dog had been put to sleep I felt somewhat detached from the event and the frozen dog in our basement just creeped me out. Every time I thought about moving the box for the burial, the idea of the dog sliding around from end to end like a box of frozen chicken breasts clunking from side to side FREAKED ME OUT. Even though mom told me she was wrapped nicely in a blanket…I avoided it for about two months before I admitted that this was beyond me and went to my father for assistance. Dad took care everything. I could write all six weird things about how terrible I am at dealing with death. But I won’t. Because it makes me uncomfortable.
2. I have a deep-rooted respect for the planet. Being the type that would likely split an atom analyzing, I think it makes me a little bit “quirky” when I try to justify buying things that add to destruction of the planet. I might be a bit of a minimalist that way. I think that as a whole, we as a society live such a luxuriant lifestyle that it is blatantly shameful. At the same time I indulge and then go through a sense of guilty remorse thereafter. Suvival's a bitch and why cooking is such a relieve for me - I can't find anything wrong with it...Until I begin to think of the people without enough food....GAK! Welcome to my inner spinnings of torturous thoughts and the reason I should not be single.
3. My son thinks there is “NOTHING” weird about me. That might be weird.
4. I don’t sleep with anything strange, I don’t have any strong superstitions or any major health concerns. I don’t have anything weird on my body aside from two black toe nails from doing the breast cancer walk last year…I think what's weird is that I think that my family is the weirdest thing of all.
5. Mooshy foods in the morning ie. Overripe bananas, cakey pancakes, soggy cereal will make me want to gag. That in itself isn't so weird, but any other time in the day I would be able to tolerate them without a problem.
6. I tend to care less about how my home looks than I do about how I feel in it. Perhaps weird for a girl non?
In honour of the delightful and insightful Lone Grey Squirrel here's the picture I took last weekend on the trails:
Labels: Lone Grey Squirrel, meme
posted by nancycle at
11:45 a.m.
9 Comments:
um buddy? number one? ohhh wow. You do know that with all due respect to your compassionate mom, thats a bit...well...um i can see how death might be weird for you. Thats just...wow buddy...im speechless.
Thanks for coming by my site and leaving a comment! I love your squirrel pic. Great list. Have a good day!
No. 6 made me giggle. I realized today, when I had company coming over, all GIRLS mind you and all GOOD friends, I was wayyyy more concerned that I had enough time to put my makeup on and fix my hair than I was about having time to finish cleaning up the house. Do with that what you will. :-)
crse - LOL!!!! I KNOW!!! LOL!!!! The woman's a bloody riot! Between that and her stories of playing frisbee with cow paties and cutting snakes open to watch the frogs jump out...I tell ya. I couldn't love the woman more.
squirrel - you have an awesome blog and you seem really interesting. Thanks for the thanks!
diane - OK. My hair and makeup will still have poll position over my home. So sister, push over, I need some counter space. ;) Thanks Diane, your comments always make me feel happy.
Hi nancycle,
I thought I posted a comment earlier but it isn't there. So here goes again.
First thanks for playing. i don't know if it really qualifies as weird but it is fun to know you better.
I think most of us would have trouble dealing with a frozen pet dog. It is a little unsettling.
Your son is obviously not an unbiased objective referee. So his certifying you as not weird ...does not count.
Thanks for the nice picture of the squirrel. Cheers.
lone grey squirrel - that happens to me from time to time as well, the disappearing post..grrr...thanks for the tag!
useless man - AHA! LOL! Again, I hold steadfast and true to my position that if you were indeed useless, you may never have found your way here!!!
Hi nancycle,
Haven't seen you active in the blogosphere for a while. Hope all is well with you and let me just wish you a blessed and Happy Valentine's Day.
No pudding for breakfast then? :-(
Hey Dave ~ I think I could handle pudding for breakfast cuz it tastes so good! I had crepes this morning with cooked bananas. Maybe I'm coming around....?
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