Been like this all day, no idea why.
I can think of several reasons why I might be in a pleasant mood, or at least a less crabby mood—but I have no idea what triggered today’s brain frolic.
But who cares? Dance with me!
The marvelous Sherry Stanfa-Stanley has passed me* the Versatile Blogger Award!
One of the conditions of acceptance is to share seven things about myself. I can’t imagine what bits and pieces of me I haven’t dropped all over the Internet already, but here we go:
- I’ve been saying I want a tattoo for the past ten years, but can’t figure out what I can live with for the rest of my life. ** I’ve almost settled on a Smaug-like dragon*** sitting comfortably on a hoard of books, holding one open in a claw and peering at it—or the observer—over pince-nez glasses on a chain. But I never quite manage to make an appointment with the tattoo studio. And I have no idea where it would go . . .
- I’m allergic to black olives. Not olive oil, not green olives (though I don’t like ’em much), just black olives. There’s something in the oxidation process that throws a histamine dance party featuring scratchy remixes of Itchy & the Mild Hives if I forget to check the ingredients list on the hummus.
- My eyes are green, like my mother’s, but not half as beautiful as my daughters’. And I’m blind as a bat without glasses or contacts.
- I have a weird full-out laugh. I know everyone thinks they do, but my cousin has the same one—hooray for genetics— and it’s really odd, like something the adopted child of a seal and a hyena might have, if her godmother was a woodpecker. Someone surprised it out of me in a full conference hall once, and a person at the far end shouted, “Hey, Sarah’s here!” If I try to suppress it, I snort. It’s one of those Catch-22 things, but louder.
- I can sing, but only the notes from around F below middle C to the C above middle C— and only in the car. Anything else is a total crap shoot. And I mean that literally.
- My father is a retired clinical psychologist who had his students practice running evaluation tests on me. Explains a lot, doesn’t it?
- I’m completely addicted to YouTube videos of Irish comedian Dara O’Briain and any of his colleagues who have ever appeared on his quiz show, Mock The Week—especially the bits that were too raunchy for the BBC to broadcast. These people—particularly Hugh Dennis, Ed Byrne, and Frankie Boyle—regularly reduce me to a sodden heap of snorting, giggling, braying tears, and I love it.
There, that’s probably seven and several extra with just a bit of TMI.
Another condition of this award is to pass it to five other bloggers. I’m going to have to think about that carefully, since I have a really, really long list.
Thanks again, Sherry!
Daniel Rozin makes magic mirrors
Out of wood:
And laminated C-ring prints:
How cool is this?
*And also to four amazing people—I’d be honored to have my name appear next to this list.
** Marrying my husband was a far easier decision—then again, I was twenty-two at the time. God knows what I might have chosen if I’d been into tattoos at the time . . . but my sister is still living down Tweetie Bird.
*** Y’all might as well get used to the Hobbit references around here until both movies are over and the DVDs are in my fevered possession.
30 thoughts on “Random Thursday: Smoke, Mirrors, and Inexplicable Happy”
Sure hope I can hear you sing–and snort–someday!
You deserve more awards! And if this one prompts even one new reader to check out your blog, my work here is done!
No, you really don’t. 🙂
And awww, shucks . . . you made my week, Sherry, thanks!
Oh, what I would give to hear that laugh of yours! Your kids must get such a kick out of you when they hear it.
“Moo-oom! You’re scaring the fish!”
(my most recent tattoo showed up this year. i’m already wanting another.)
Is that the one on your palm?
I love, love, LOVE that happy little lambykin. Stealin’ that pic for myself. I’m so exhausted I’m saving the rest of your post tomorrow so I can really enjoy it.
If you’re ambivalent about getting a tattoo, why not try mehendi? Beautiful and cheap, with no remorse, and no laser surgery ten years down the road. And if you have any friends who can draw, you can have a bunch of girlfriends over and make a party of it. Very tribal, very DIY,-goddess, a real bonding ritual, and your little ones can take part too.
Geez, I had no idea that would come out so big. Sorry. Feel free to remove it if you want to.
I love Mehendi—it’s so intricate and versatile. And my former bellydance instructor knows at least two talented Mehendi artists, as she had it done for her wedding.
No matter where this tattoo thing takes me, I’d love to get my feet done—my hands, too, but admin probably wouldn’t approve.
Thanks for the suggestion, Tulasi-Priya!
Bellydancing! Do you have costume. Your talk of tatoos got me thinking about mehendi and I stayed up waaay too late looking at designs. I haven’t done it in at least a year, but I think I’ll send away for some, just to lively up the winter days.
I did have a costume—a baladi dress with pants and a scarf. Zils, too, but my children confiscated them. I haven’t danced in a couple years–my teacher had a difficult pregnancy and then a child with special needs. I haven’t found anyone else who teaches traditional around here.
My best friend went out just before she turned forty and got a pink lotus flower intentionally off-center on the middle of her forearm. It’s the size of a silver dollar pancake and it is the coolest tattoo I’ve ever seen.
She had mentioned it to her husband and she knew he wasn’t listening at the time. After about three weeks he asked her when it would wear off. She looked at him puzzled. “I’ve never seen the ones you stick on the kids last that long?” Ha.
I want to hear that laugh. How great that your co-workers knew it was you from across the room.
My husband thinks I should try a temporary first to see if I like it—but says I should go for it if it will make me happy. Plus, he wants to know how much it will hurt.
I’m sure you’ll hear me laugh eventually, Lyra. And then you’ll stare at me and say, “Wow. I thought you were exaggerating.” 🙂
I can see it now, you guffawing and me shaking silently, tears streamingg down my cheeks. Between to two of us we make a perfectly normal laugh.
Have you thought about ninja unicorns? My daughter is going to her best friend’s birthday party next weekend and we have to plan ahead because of the joint schedule. “A. have you thought about what you want to get her?” “I know exactly!” “Great, I’ll get it this weekend when you’re at your mom’s what is it?” “Ninja Unicorn.” “Where did you see it?” “I didn’t. I thought we could make one.” “Huh?” (puppy dog eyes)
Do a Ninja Frog instead—fewer pieces.
I know Marie Criddle has a drawing of a ninja unicorn on her site (http://kmcriddle.blogspot.com/), but I can’t find it!
Sarah I have the same laugh. The exact same although I could never describe it as well as you did. From my medical perspective after seeing thousands of bodies with tattoos all I can say is avoid the abdomen, lower back and tongue. Yes, I said tongue. I really have seen it all.
How about a hip? Or the ribcage area–very sexy.
Bobbi: The tongue? Ow. Then again, it may be the one place on my body where I don’t yo yo sizes . . .
Averil: See my response to Bobbi above. 😉
I am DESPERATE to hear the laugh. Will it make me feel the way the sheep pic does? Because I’m all bubbly inside.
If we don’t meet up before then, I’ll send you a sound file on your next birthday.
Found a ninja unicorn on Etsy! Score! Ordered and done. No sewing for me (okay it would have been glued…or stapled…taped only as a last resort).
I know. The suspense was killing you.
The hell with the award I gave you. I just noticed that Betsy has a link to Earful of Cider on her blogroll!! Did I miss the bit of news during my hiatus? Do tell?!?
I didn’t know myself until Averil and Lyra told me, and all I know it that it’s there, it does lead back here, and I’ve been grinning like a goofball ever since.
Link, please! I want to see it!
I love your list. I always wanted a tattoo but I have a really low pain threshold 🙂
Hmmm . . . I wonder if one can get a local anesthetic for this?
Congratulations on your award!
I’ve long wanted a tattoo,as well, but can’t settle on the what and where.I love your Smaug idea. I have a big yellow tabby I call Smaug (not his real name) because his face and golden eyes remind me of the dragon.
I have to give you two thumbs up on those mirror videos.So very cool.
Thank you , thank you (bows)
A Smaugcat would be a great tattoo, Lisa, especially if he’s got “Golden” eyes (never heard that one before, right?).
I would play with those mirrors forever if I encountered one. So clever.
Congratulations! I couldn’t think of a blogger who deserves the Versatile Award more than you and your Random Thursdays are a perfect example. Good choice for unveiling. 🙂 I love that you had a brain-frolic all day (we shared that across the miles–and I’m with you, just go with it). Those mirrors are fantastic, especially the laminated c-ring one. And I’m working on the poem.
Get that tattoo! You’ve thought about it for a long time, which means it’s not an impulse (the ones your regret). I suggest your ankle or shoulder. It’ll be awesome. I love black olives, so I’m sad that you’re allergic.
And I’m so with macdougalstreetbaby—I need to hear your laugh. You’re awesome.
Thanks, Lisa. 🙂 You’re pretty amazing yourself.