Well shit, I'm "it".

I've been tagged (by Keohinani) in one of those blog game/chainletter/some kind of survey things. It's kinda awesome (in a Tiny House kind of way). I feel like an official blogger now. Here goes: Ten years ago: I was a brat. Through and through. I thought I was an artist, I thought I was a writer, I thought I was an actor, I thought I knew what I wanted from life, and I thought I'd always love my then boyfriend, we'll call him... uh... Commie. That's what everyone called him at the time. Ten years ago I didn't think I'd have kids someday. Ten years ago I thought I looked awesome in those shirts I got at the thrift store. Ten years ago I still secretly read Baby Sitter's Club books. Ten years ago I said dude way too much. Ten years ago I was an idiotic teenager. Five years ago: Exactly five years ago I met the man I'm married to now. I confess, I didn't really notice him at first but that's okay because I think I came off as a slutty bitch to him anyway. Five years ago I didn't think I'd have kids anytime soon. Five years ago I was still dating that guy that ruined Japan for me, we'll call him Skunk, but at least I knew I didn't love him. Five years ago I had finished exactly three knitted projects and had been knitting for at least three years. Five years ago I still said dude way too much. One year ago: I had just had my second child. One year ago I had just discovered knitty. One year ago I was so busy with a new baby that I can't really come up with anything else, dude. --------------------------------------------------------- Five snacks: * M&Ms * Cheeze-its * Cracker Jacks (a recently rediscovered favorite) * Oreos * Chicken in a Biskit (the best crackers EVER) Five songs I know all the words to: * Possum Kingdom (Toadies) * Me and Bobby McGee (Janis Joplin's version) * Goodnight My Love (Benny Goodman Orchestra) * Beyond the Sea (you all know this one) * Generator (Bad Religion) Five things I'd do with 100 million bucks * Pay off all debts of my own and close family and friends, buy houses, do all that goody-goody crap, donations, altruistic whatever, blah blah blah. * Fund archeological digs as long as I get to come along. * Buy every damn knitting notion and piece of crafty crap I felt like and some for Erika too. * Start my own theater company. * Start my own museum. I think it would house some fine art, some textiles, and a lot of weird kitchy crap I found on my world travels. It'd have a ton of really strange stuff. Think Ripley's but with arts and crafts. I think I'd also have wandering performance artists or minstrels. Costumed ones. Rude costumed ones. It's be like my brain but in a builing. Five places I'd run away to (in my first draft I wrote "rum away", typo?, I think not): * Belize * Greece * New Zealand * Oregon * India Five things I would never wear: * Tapered jeans * Socks with sandals * A size 0 (or even a size 6) * A vest * This Five tv shows: * ER * Gilmore Girls * Rescue Me * Battlestar Galactica * Scrubs Five joys: * Baby Girl laughing * Darth Vincent's costume obsession * A quiet minute to myself * Finishing a project * A good meal with good company Five things to do, just for me, before I die: * Write a full length play and have it performed. * See some pyramids, I don't care which, really. * Learn another language or three. * Procure, and proficiantly use, a spinning wheel... and perhaps a sheep to go with it. * Learn to weave on a par with Aracne. Oh yeah, that'd be sweet. Well now it's my turn to tag others. Uh... do I know five bloggers I could trouble with this? That haven't already been tagged? * Erika * peatbogfaery * Deserta * Sara * Weaselrina