Or in other words, eight random facts about me. Which I'm a bit stumped by to tell you the truth. It seems like I've done various versions of this, including the labourious one hundred. Oh, the agony! I think the challenge is going to be to come up with eight things I haven't mentioned yet. And the tagging. Yes, I'm going to tag because to be quite honest, I quite like being tagged, eventhough I find tagging others awkward. There's something friendly about it. I was tagged by Kris when she wrote her eight things.
First the formalities:
A. Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves.
B. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed.
C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
1. I have this very clear memory of being in the preps playground one playtime, of the gum trees and the bare hard dirt, and deciding that I wanted to be a writer. Having just written my first ever story book, about finding a lost ring, thinking it was the best thing ever. To make a story and write it in a book with drawings and coloured paper, all stapled together. I hope they still do that in primary school when Grace goes. I still have mine and it's very touching and a complete cack all at the same time.
2. As it's been so cold this year, I've been thinking of going cross country skiing again. Eventhough it's been probably fifteen years since I last went and I'm really not fit enough (although I am now a non-smoker) and I no longer have any of the gear and even if I did, I probably would have forgotten how to stop and turn. Even so, I'm yearning for the drive through the black spur, the smell of mint bush and eucalypt and the white of a snow trail. And then the burst of colour when you come down the mountain again. If we did go, it would probably be in August when the weather improves and there's easy porridge to ski on.
Me skiing at Lake Mountain, probably 1991.
3. Grace often asks to have porridge for dinner and a couple of weeks ago I gave in and let her have it two nights in a row. Then I decided that as she has porridge for breakfast, it's not such a great idea. We're still fighting that battle.
4. I'm a really careful driver. Like a total Nana. I nearly had an accident when I was first driving and it really freaked me out that I could have hurt the people who were passengers. So for years after, when ever I got in my car I would remind myself that it was a metal instrument of death. And would concentrate.
5. That said there, have been plenty of times in the past when I drove home from parties and stoner gatherings when I really shouldn't have. Concentrating like you know, really hard. But definitely a no-no. Now I rule myself out from driving if I'm tired, or have had a panadol. At the drop of a hat really. I prefer being a passenger, especially when G drives. Because he's an even bigger Nana.
6. At work they other day, a customer asked me if I was annoyed because I was tapping the base of my keyboard as I waited for a page to load (like watching bloody paint dry). No, I said, it's I love rock and roll . He looked puzzled. From the Idol ad, I said, and pointed to the telly in the waiting area, I have no rhythm. He nodded. Yep.
7. We're going to see Bob Dylan in concert in August. The toddler overnight stay at Nana's has been booked. I suppose I'll get excited a bit closer to the night.
8. I'm really looking forward to decorating a new house. Making it home. With really good heating and polished floorboards and storage. And making a new garden. So much work, but it'll be good.
OK, that's eight fairly random bits from my head. I'm going to softly tag Jamila, Sooz, Alina, Penni, h&b, Stomper, Suse and Victoria. No doubt some of you will have been tagged already, but it's late and I should go to bed. Hyperlinks and comments letting you know about said tagging tommorrow. Please don't feel like you have to, or anything.