I got tagged and I have decided to respond. Mainly because it’s all about ME. Nothing about this blog has any meaning if it isn’t about ME. Rules are at the link, I don’t feel like repeating them, they're pretty self-evident. I’m not tagging anyone, either. Why should I? Whatever they say, it won’t be about ME.
1. I have a tiny scar in the thumb-web of my right hand, thanks to placing a pencil point-upwards in my pocket when I was ten.
2. I have a little scar on my left bird-flip finger from playing some stupid game with a knife while camping up in the Desolation Wilderness when I was a teenager. It bled a lot.
3. A scar on my stomach has almost faded away (no doubt absorbed by fat) which I got in a gas welding class in my early twenties. When writing something, do you ever use the writing surface to adjust the position of your pencil in your fingers to a comfortable position? If there’s no surface I will tend to push it against my stomach. Well, I was holding a white-hot welding rod and ...
4. Of the three cars I owned before merging fortunes with my marital partner, I bought two from my parents (not so the motorcycles). That was so long ago they would now be classics, and I miss them both.
5. I am seriously left-handed, right down to the left-leg field goal kick, left-eyed target shooting, and tendency to lose my footing when going down stairs. My wife is also a leftie. Genetics and fortune did not shine a light of the same hue on our children, however, for they are both doomed to a lifetime of being right-handed. (I’m not thoroughly left-dominant, come to think of it, because I dress right. I think. Wait, let me check.)*
6. I once spent a night in Mexico City with a girl I felt I was in love with — tightly bundled up in separate sheets, on the same bed with her and her aunt, while her grandmother and her uncle slept in the other bed, and two small children and a dog rolled about on the floor. Twenty-three years later I still can’t really explain this.
7. I’m a fifth-generation native Californian. Throughout my life, my family has to my knowledge had no social contact at all with any relatives outside the state, except those that have moved away. I think that's kind of weird, because most people have relatives in other states. But whatever. If an earthquake drops everyone east of Verdi, Nevada, into the Atlantic, well, sorry.
8. And finally, I too don’t care for California’s fabled fruit the avocado (OK, lots of other places grow it too), unless it’s in guacamole, but avocado by itself is nasty. It looks and feels like mushy green banana to me. Gag. I like raw onions and will eat a tomato fresh off the vine like an apple but you can keep your avos.
* — I have since discovered that this is typical for left-handers.
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12 comments:
i have a scar on that thumb web too, but because i burned myself with a cigarette when i thought it was punk rock.
i am a incorrigible leftie and so is my husband. (can i say that yet?)
"* — I have since discovered that this is typical for left-handers."
You discovered it since writing item five? Man that's what I call research.
The hardest part about being left-handed geniuses is that we have to adapt (and overcome!) in a world that was wholly engineered for a pedantic right-handed mediocrity.
We should unite and demand minority protections.
Scar brothers unite!
I am right handed for most things, left handed for others.
I also find that I tend to dress left at times, right at others.
Very interesting things about you - the first one struck me as the most interesting, because in my right palm, in the area between my thumb and my life line, i have two pieces of graphite embedded in my hand. They are less than half an inch apart. One is from 6th grade, another from 7th grade, when I suddenly and without warning stabbed myself in the palm with a pentel brand pencil, breaking the graphite off into my body.
You have relatives in eastern Washington that have been there almost as long as the Californians.
What was written by anonymous sounds a bit ominous.
Anyway, here's more comment not about YOU:
1. I have a scar across my right index finger made when I was about five from a combination of curiosity and a boy scout knife (what's with number one being about scars gained through youthful stupidity?)
2. Knife, finger, scar. Shit, we get it.
3. Ah, welding. A longtime occupation of mine. Can't count or really see all the burn scars I have from rods, tungsten (also known as wolfram), spatter, etc.
7. A third of my immediate family lives in CA. None are native, but their combined residency is nearly 60 years (63 if you add me). To my knowledge, I am the only member of my family to have ever lived in the south.
8. The only thing I hate about avocado is trying to pick the slices up off the cutting board.
1. I love avocado.
2. I have a half-sister I've never met.
3. My ears are asymmetrical.
4. I've never skiied, nor do I want to.
5. I have a weird birthmark on my right wrist.
6. Last night I dreamt about placemats.
7. I invented cottage cheese with salsa (it's good!).
8. Mostly I find vacations annoying, not fun.
I have a right-hand scar between the thumb web and the wrist, that came from a fall when I was 4 or 5.
The only avo I eat is the tiny bits in sushi rolls.
I don't know whether to be impressed or alarmed that nearly half of these items have to do with scars.
"I don't know whether to be impressed or alarmed that nearly half of these items have to do with scars."
If the characters from "Jaws" were bloggers, this is what it would look like.
Number 6 is fantastic! I can't stop laughing over it. Thank you.
In fact, I think I might need to print it off and tape it to my desk for those moments when I need a good laugh.
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