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shalannaI figgered, why not do an alphameme like all the others? We'll return to our regularly scheduled heavy philosophy next entry.
A - Age you got your first real kiss: Sophomore in college. What, 22?
(Are you talking about a real one in the sense that it might have led to more, or just that the guy decided to make it a French kiss? That happened graduation night, but nothing came of it. I think he was just seeing what would happen. Nothin' did. I had severe laryngitis and cried most of the evening.)
B - Band listening to right now: It's blessedly quiet for the moment, but my earworm is the Monkees, "The Door Into Summer."
C - Crush: Crunch. Squash. Crumple. Oh, you mean like Val Kilmer?
D - Dad's name: Dal Charles. Not Dallas. Just Dal. Not Dale, either.
E - Easiest person to talk to: Dammit, nobody's easy to talk to. Mama never shuts up and is always on about something, hubby has his headphones on and is playing WoW (World of Warcraft, an insidiously designed online game that takes all of one's spare time, if one is so inclined as to play it) and doesn't want me to talk because his character might get zapped, and my cousin is too busy with her new grandbaby. The dog, of course, is always up for listening. But I suspect he's just got his uh-huh turned on, and isn't really paying that much attention. Bless his little heart. *I*, otoh, am remarkably easy to converse with. (*grin*)
F - Favorite bands at the moment: As always, the Monkees, the Beatles, Heart, sometimes Led Zep, whatever band Neil Young is in, Lynyrd Skynyrd (the original band, at least), R. E. M.
G - Gummy worms or gummy bears? Can't really eat either one. Diabetes, remember. Also, they get stuck in your teeth, and it's scary.
H - Hometown: Dallas.
I - Instruments: Piano. I can play guitar to some extent, but I don't any more, because the calluses you develop mean that I can't feel the piano keys properly. It's weird, because other people say that doesn't bother them, but I need to have the max sensitivity in my fingertips to play with any expression.
J- Junior High: Ammie Wilson. It was called a Middle School, though. (Yak!)
K - Kids: You know the drill there. Couldn't have 'em, couldn't afford to buy 'em, was hoping to find one abandoned someplace, but haven't so far. Now I think I'm too old and set in my ways. Mama and hubby are in their second childhoods, so maybe that counts?
L - Longest car ride ever: From Houston to Chattanooga and then to Washington, D. C., and back. I was six, so I didn't have to take turns driving. I want to drive to California. Rode the bus the length of California once.
M - Mom's name: Jodie. At least that's what she goes by.
N - Nicknames: Shal. Dunno how they pronounce that one, but they use it on the 'net. "Nessie," for Loch Ness Monster, in high school. None that I like.
O - One wish: If you tell, it doesn't come true. I bet some of you would venture a guess, but I'm not sure that's the one I would wish for if I had a WISH, for goodness' sake. I mean, a WISH. That's heavy.
P - Phobia[s]: Pantophobia . . . the fear of everything.
Q - Quote: "Would you consider that a launch problem, or a design problem?" (Real Genius)
R - Reason(s) to smile: You're alive!!
S - Song you sang last: "New York, New York"
T - Time you woke up [today]: 11:30
U - Unknown fact about me: Is there anything I haven't spewed forth yet?? Could there be ANYTHING y'all don't know yet? Okay. When I had brain surgery, especially the first time, I turned it over to God, and I asked Him to spare the creative bits and the writing. I knew that I could "lose" something, or at least the papers you gotta sign say that, so I asked that it not be the way with words or the vocabulary or the ability to read/write (along with the other major thinking functions and five senses and memories, of course). I felt that the playing by ear is part of the soul and couldn't go. I told Him that if something had to go, it could be the math. So it was. I can't do calculus any more. I sat down with a study guide a while back just to see how much I could relearn or remember, and I honestly couldn't even take the first derivative of anything. It seemed that up to algebra II was spared, which is a blessing, because that's what I tutor when I do volunteer math tutoring at junior high schools. And I can still graph linear and simple functions. Remember most of trig as well. But when you hit calculus, that's where it stops. I heard that math ability peaks in the twenties, anyhow, and then declines. My dad spent his life trying to prove the four-color theorem in closed form (he didn't have a computer to do it with, like the guy who "proved" or demonstrated it by exhaustive example a few years ago). I can still do proofs. And math puzzles--I kick ass at math puzzles like the ones on the Mensa test and so forth, for whatever reason. But don't ask me to integrate by parts. Eek! That always slayed me, anyhow. I never could do APPLIED math. Past limits, I just beg off these days. I think that was a fair deal, don't you? It's kind of specialized. I could relearn abstract algebra and number theory, I think; I browsed a few websites and they're familiar. I still have much of the vocabulary of math and science. But the important thing is I kept the words and the music. Much more useful in the long run.
V - Vegetable you hate: I like vegetables. Not brussels sprouts and greens so much, though.
W - Worst habit(s): Eating, shopping, writing
X - X-rays you've had: The first one I remember was my ankle when I sprained it. I've had MRIs, CT scans, and all that rot since growing up. Growing up stinks. Except you do get your own credit cards and driver's license. If you could stay a child and get those things, it would be cooler.
Y - Yummy food: I love pasta and chocolate about equally. Can't have either one. Tried to cheat a bit, and got into a mess. My A1C lst week was 9.8 . . . nine point eight!! That is awful. (bad.eq.TRUE) The doctor was bumfuzzled. Reason? Theory is that the mail-order Glucophage got way hot. I got a shipment in mid-June when it was over 100 out there, and it sat in the mailbox overnight because we were away. Got it out and the durn stuff was hot. The pharmacists told me it was probably ruined, but hubby wanted us to use the mail order, and told me I was a Princess. So I spent three months taking those and got ravenously hungry, had cravings for pizza and pasta and cake, and actually ate some pizza and pasta (never had cake, though.) The doctor gave me a new prescription that I filled at a local pharmacy, and the first DAY I could tell I was doing NORMAL STUFF. Actually am not hungry. That is MUCH better. Nope, I wasn't taking my blood sugar during the bad months. I hate being poked. I knew it was terrible, too. It's back to normal or below now. I'm not gonna do that mail order thing no mo'.
Z - Zodiac sign: Pisces. But we're not wishy-washy. We can see both sides of most issues or situations, and we can sympathize with either side, mostly. We may come down on one side or the other personally, but we can see your point of view. (Or as WJC used to say, we feel your pain.) We can also change our minds if new information comes in and it changes the situation or reasoning needed. We're very flexible. I can actually touch my toes.
Was that anything like the meme was supposed to be? Probably not.
A - Age you got your first real kiss: Sophomore in college. What, 22?
(Are you talking about a real one in the sense that it might have led to more, or just that the guy decided to make it a French kiss? That happened graduation night, but nothing came of it. I think he was just seeing what would happen. Nothin' did. I had severe laryngitis and cried most of the evening.)
B - Band listening to right now: It's blessedly quiet for the moment, but my earworm is the Monkees, "The Door Into Summer."
C - Crush: Crunch. Squash. Crumple. Oh, you mean like Val Kilmer?
D - Dad's name: Dal Charles. Not Dallas. Just Dal. Not Dale, either.
E - Easiest person to talk to: Dammit, nobody's easy to talk to. Mama never shuts up and is always on about something, hubby has his headphones on and is playing WoW (World of Warcraft, an insidiously designed online game that takes all of one's spare time, if one is so inclined as to play it) and doesn't want me to talk because his character might get zapped, and my cousin is too busy with her new grandbaby. The dog, of course, is always up for listening. But I suspect he's just got his uh-huh turned on, and isn't really paying that much attention. Bless his little heart. *I*, otoh, am remarkably easy to converse with. (*grin*)
F - Favorite bands at the moment: As always, the Monkees, the Beatles, Heart, sometimes Led Zep, whatever band Neil Young is in, Lynyrd Skynyrd (the original band, at least), R. E. M.
G - Gummy worms or gummy bears? Can't really eat either one. Diabetes, remember. Also, they get stuck in your teeth, and it's scary.
H - Hometown: Dallas.
I - Instruments: Piano. I can play guitar to some extent, but I don't any more, because the calluses you develop mean that I can't feel the piano keys properly. It's weird, because other people say that doesn't bother them, but I need to have the max sensitivity in my fingertips to play with any expression.
J- Junior High: Ammie Wilson. It was called a Middle School, though. (Yak!)
K - Kids: You know the drill there. Couldn't have 'em, couldn't afford to buy 'em, was hoping to find one abandoned someplace, but haven't so far. Now I think I'm too old and set in my ways. Mama and hubby are in their second childhoods, so maybe that counts?
L - Longest car ride ever: From Houston to Chattanooga and then to Washington, D. C., and back. I was six, so I didn't have to take turns driving. I want to drive to California. Rode the bus the length of California once.
M - Mom's name: Jodie. At least that's what she goes by.
N - Nicknames: Shal. Dunno how they pronounce that one, but they use it on the 'net. "Nessie," for Loch Ness Monster, in high school. None that I like.
O - One wish: If you tell, it doesn't come true. I bet some of you would venture a guess, but I'm not sure that's the one I would wish for if I had a WISH, for goodness' sake. I mean, a WISH. That's heavy.
P - Phobia[s]: Pantophobia . . . the fear of everything.
Q - Quote: "Would you consider that a launch problem, or a design problem?" (Real Genius)
R - Reason(s) to smile: You're alive!!
S - Song you sang last: "New York, New York"
T - Time you woke up [today]: 11:30
U - Unknown fact about me: Is there anything I haven't spewed forth yet?? Could there be ANYTHING y'all don't know yet? Okay. When I had brain surgery, especially the first time, I turned it over to God, and I asked Him to spare the creative bits and the writing. I knew that I could "lose" something, or at least the papers you gotta sign say that, so I asked that it not be the way with words or the vocabulary or the ability to read/write (along with the other major thinking functions and five senses and memories, of course). I felt that the playing by ear is part of the soul and couldn't go. I told Him that if something had to go, it could be the math. So it was. I can't do calculus any more. I sat down with a study guide a while back just to see how much I could relearn or remember, and I honestly couldn't even take the first derivative of anything. It seemed that up to algebra II was spared, which is a blessing, because that's what I tutor when I do volunteer math tutoring at junior high schools. And I can still graph linear and simple functions. Remember most of trig as well. But when you hit calculus, that's where it stops. I heard that math ability peaks in the twenties, anyhow, and then declines. My dad spent his life trying to prove the four-color theorem in closed form (he didn't have a computer to do it with, like the guy who "proved" or demonstrated it by exhaustive example a few years ago). I can still do proofs. And math puzzles--I kick ass at math puzzles like the ones on the Mensa test and so forth, for whatever reason. But don't ask me to integrate by parts. Eek! That always slayed me, anyhow. I never could do APPLIED math. Past limits, I just beg off these days. I think that was a fair deal, don't you? It's kind of specialized. I could relearn abstract algebra and number theory, I think; I browsed a few websites and they're familiar. I still have much of the vocabulary of math and science. But the important thing is I kept the words and the music. Much more useful in the long run.
V - Vegetable you hate: I like vegetables. Not brussels sprouts and greens so much, though.
W - Worst habit(s): Eating, shopping, writing
X - X-rays you've had: The first one I remember was my ankle when I sprained it. I've had MRIs, CT scans, and all that rot since growing up. Growing up stinks. Except you do get your own credit cards and driver's license. If you could stay a child and get those things, it would be cooler.
Y - Yummy food: I love pasta and chocolate about equally. Can't have either one. Tried to cheat a bit, and got into a mess. My A1C lst week was 9.8 . . . nine point eight!! That is awful. (bad.eq.TRUE) The doctor was bumfuzzled. Reason? Theory is that the mail-order Glucophage got way hot. I got a shipment in mid-June when it was over 100 out there, and it sat in the mailbox overnight because we were away. Got it out and the durn stuff was hot. The pharmacists told me it was probably ruined, but hubby wanted us to use the mail order, and told me I was a Princess. So I spent three months taking those and got ravenously hungry, had cravings for pizza and pasta and cake, and actually ate some pizza and pasta (never had cake, though.) The doctor gave me a new prescription that I filled at a local pharmacy, and the first DAY I could tell I was doing NORMAL STUFF. Actually am not hungry. That is MUCH better. Nope, I wasn't taking my blood sugar during the bad months. I hate being poked. I knew it was terrible, too. It's back to normal or below now. I'm not gonna do that mail order thing no mo'.
Z - Zodiac sign: Pisces. But we're not wishy-washy. We can see both sides of most issues or situations, and we can sympathize with either side, mostly. We may come down on one side or the other personally, but we can see your point of view. (Or as WJC used to say, we feel your pain.) We can also change our minds if new information comes in and it changes the situation or reasoning needed. We're very flexible. I can actually touch my toes.
Was that anything like the meme was supposed to be? Probably not.
