Joy tagged me:
1. In elementary school, my best friend Catherine and I were always the last ones chosen for teams during p.e. The p.e. teachers never once chose me as team captain. I still think they were evil for letting me go through this daily torture.
2. Tim Robbins sat on my feet for about ten minutes at a Christmas party. It was really crowded in that basement.
3. A friend and I were afraid of being charged extra at a small B&B in Germany for being American, so for two days, I was a Slovak-speaking Russian married to a German-speaking Slovak.
4. I once had a group of 30 students stand on their desks for me and say "Oh, Captain my Captain," while clapping, just like the end of Dead Poets Society. I then walked to my office and crumpled up sobbing for about an hour.
5. Right after I perfected my Anna Nicole Smith impression, she went and died of a drug overdose and I felt really guilty for a long time.
6. I have recurring dreams about three things: being on the Titanic as it's sinking, showing up at the end of my senior year with none of my projects finished (or even started), and some form of me babysitting for Amy Breedlove or Amy flying to Saudi Arabia to take care of Sean Preston and Jayden James during Britney's wedding. I always email Amy when I have one of these dreams, just in case she can find some meaning out of them. So far, not yet.
7. Three of my biggest "real-life" dreams: complete a marathon, own and run a soup restaurant, get paid to write (these are things I find highly unlikely to ever happen, but I still can't help dreaming about them).
I now tag: Courtney, Nicole, Jana, Caroline, Stacie, Julie, Autumn.
Here in the Rooney house, we're all sick. Like, major head-cold, snot-so -thick-I-can't-blow-my-nose kind of sick. All this makes Abe cranky. Well, he's been crankier than usual since he started walking, which makes me think Michelle was right: life now will never be the same.
Abe really does not like any door that is closed. Here is what happens when one of us needs to use the facilities in private:
Talking to him through the door does no good. And lest you think I am cruel for filming our son instead of comforting him, here is proof of how quickly he gets over the closed-door funk:
I really should be doing something useful right about now...