OK. Here goes:
1. I have a cowlick in the middle of my hairline above my forehead that makes bangs a forever impossibility for me. As a kid, I fought against it because I wanted very much to be Pattie Boyd, but (surprise!) the cowlick won. P.S. In the picture above, I am not any of the girls with bangs.
2. When I was a kid, I had imaginary friends. A whole family of them, all with names. What can I say? I was a lonely only child. Everything I did, everywhere my family went, the imaginary family did the same things but in a bigger and more lavish fashion and I talked about them A LOT. My mother hated these imaginary people.
3. My chief means of self-expression was drawing. I drew on any surface available--grocery bags, church bulletins, my dad's shooting club paper targets. I wish I still had the same urge to draw.
4. I grew up in the part of Pennsylvania where oil production figured prominently in the local economy and history. There is still a working oil well next to the local McDonalds. My grandmother had her own personal gas pump in her garage. THAT was convenient.
1. I have a cowlick in the middle of my hairline above my forehead that makes bangs a forever impossibility for me. As a kid, I fought against it because I wanted very much to be Pattie Boyd, but (surprise!) the cowlick won. P.S. In the picture above, I am not any of the girls with bangs.
2. When I was a kid, I had imaginary friends. A whole family of them, all with names. What can I say? I was a lonely only child. Everything I did, everywhere my family went, the imaginary family did the same things but in a bigger and more lavish fashion and I talked about them A LOT. My mother hated these imaginary people.
3. My chief means of self-expression was drawing. I drew on any surface available--grocery bags, church bulletins, my dad's shooting club paper targets. I wish I still had the same urge to draw.
4. I grew up in the part of Pennsylvania where oil production figured prominently in the local economy and history. There is still a working oil well next to the local McDonalds. My grandmother had her own personal gas pump in her garage. THAT was convenient.
5. I still have a highway sign, with the name of a borough in Pennsylvania routed into it, that a boyfriend appropriated and gave to me the night before I left for my first year at college.
6. The first thing I ever sewed (age 12) was a lavender denim straight skirt with a kick pleat. I was so nervous sewing the darts that I drew lines to sew on. I've gotten over that hangup pretty well.
7. I don't understand coffee. I don't understand why people drink it. The smell of it makes me ill. Get it away from me.
OK. Who to tag? Tonya, Atet, Dawn, Elaine, Clare, Cindra, Tazzie?
7 comments:
Hmmm, she tagged me for that a while ago, too -- I forgot! :(
I think you're the lovely young lady in the last row wearing the black shoes with no straps.
Jeanne
Thanks for the mention. Ive already done this one twice!
Like Jeanne, I think you are in the last row at the front. Were you are a convent?
Ohhh - that's now 2 things you, Tonya and I have in common. Tea! Gallons of tea! I can drink the odd cup of "proper" coffee, but haven't been able to touch instant since I was pregnant - horrible smell!
I'm giving a pass to doing the meme, but thank you for thinking of me. you know I adore you. Funny, I used to hate the taste of coffee but always loved the smell. and now I'll drink it so long as there's lots of cream/milk/sweetener in it. esp iced coffee. mmmm.
Oohh, I love this post! On so many levels!
I was an only child too and my imaginary friends were the Partridge family! Anything to be entertained! LOL
I loved these facts. I used to draw lines, too!
I have a high forehead and if I don't have bangs, I look dorky!!
But, Coffee?, oh man, I love GOOD coffee. I love the smell of beans roasting, I love the smell of coffee brewing. I mostly love the kick it gives me which I am now hopelessly addicted to.
What a great post...thanks for being such a good sport!
I LOVE coffee, the smell, the taste, how warm the cup feels in your hands...can we still be friends??
And I'm with Jeanne. I think you're the little cutie on the far right in the photo.
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