Challenge

Get Off My Lawn! has a meme up. (author's note ~ it went up a couple days ago) He left the tag open but told people to take it if they wanted it. He also added that it's harder than it sounds. Which, of course, made me decide I needed to do it because I do love a good challenge.

List five things people here don't know about you.

Hm...I can already tell this one might not see the "publish post" button... But we'll try. With one caveat ~ it can't include the Lovely Cats. If I have to come up with five things the Lovely Cats doesn't know about me, the post will end up being things like what I had for breakfast yesterday and that I am going to the post office today. She knows everything else. Which is comforting and a little scary at the same time. ;)

1. While I learned this past Christmas Eve that I enjoy a roast goose, I also learned that the bones freak me out. The wings are too big for the rest of the body once all the feathers are gone and it's just lying there, on the platter, waiting to become dinner. And the neck bone...Jesus, watching Lithus pull this thing out of the body was like watching a sword being drawn. It just kept coming. All the time, I'm trying to remind myself what geese look like when they are alive and convince myself that this thing on the platter is indeed what it is supposed to look like and it's not some mutant, alien goose with too long limbs. Loved the meat. Next year, I'll skip watching the prep.

2. "The Pobble" is the closest thing to a universal nickname I have ever had. Mind you, I've had a ton of nicknames over the last 38 years but they have all been person or relationship specific. I have been called: by my last name only (the Divine M); by my first initial only (the Lovely Cats and Lrns); Bunk or Bunker; Mame or Auntie Mame; Sister; Bunny; Pooh Lady; O.G.; Charlie; JB; Kyde; Gordo; Harpo; Pinky; Big Pink Cookie; Sheriff; Viv; Chris; and Bing. For the record, no, none of those are up for grabs. ;) However, for someone who has had this many nicknames ~ and whatever else I've been called behind my back ~ I've never had a universal one.

Wow... this is tough. Every time I think oh, I'll write that, I realize I've already mentioned it somewhere here...

3. I am right handed. Growing up, I was always right handed in everything ~ except for throwing a ball. And I could throw a ball pretty well. Until my gym teachers realized I was throwing with my left hand and started making me throw a ball right handed. Now, I can't throw a ball well at all ~ with my right or my left hand.

4. Ferris wheels scare the bejeezus out of me. I can ride anything fast or scary or twisty or turny. And I enjoy slow, leisurely rides. Except for ferris wheels. That moment when the car comes over the top and breaks the arch...I've been known to cry.

One more...need one more...

5. The streak I wear in my hair is based on a real grey streak. All the women in my family have had it. My mother, my sister, both grandmothers and all my great-aunts. There was no escaping this. If anything, mine has filled in later in life than the others ~ and I found my first grey in that area at age 14. Eventually, I want the streak to not be bleached at all, just my natural grey.

Wow. That is tougher than expected. I started writing on this post two days ago. Whew. Let me know if you take it up.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.