6 weird things to start the new year

Everybody’s doing it so why not start the New Year with copying other fine bloggers.

THE RULES

Each player of this game starts with the weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog

MY ANSWERS

1. I hate spiders. Not the little itty bitty ones, the big black hairy Huntsman ones that we get over here.  (I can’t believe I am going to give you a link – do you know the trauma I will go through to actually find a link for you – in fact as I write this I have decided that I won’t give you a link….but google "australian Huntsman Spiders" and you will find enough info AND PICTURES to show you what I mean). The thought of googling and actually looking at the links makes me feel sick.  SO I won’t. I hate them so much.  Once, many years ago, as I was on the way to a very traumatic funeral, I was in a car with many other sad and emotional people.  I looked behind me and a big mother of a spider was on the back window of the car.  Do you KNOW what happened? The Bastard jumped on ME – in the car. Picture me, already emotionally stressed, with a spider on me, screaming and flailing around in a packed car.  They pulled

   the car over fairly quickly because they thought I was having an emotional breakdown….bastard f*cking spider.

2. I LOVE WINTER.  I LOVE COLD WEATHER. I ADORE SNOW. I never tire of it and I wait for it all year.  Sadly, living in Australia, I don’t get many snowfalls worth such adolation.  I most certainly will never see snow falling outside my bedroom window in Wollongong. Since having kids I appreciate summer a lot more what with the plethora of good summery weather type things to do – BUT – if I had my choice I would live in a snow bound place year round. I constantly dream about taking my family off to live in a Snow Covered Village for a couple of months.
3. I am a coffee snob. Don’t drink Instant. Hate it. Will go without rather than drink it and have been known to concoct many diversions if I am presented with a cup of it so I can tip it out somewhere. Or I will pretend I have drunk it and tip it down the sink.
4. I can’t sleep if I have dirty feet OR cold feet.  If my feet are dirty I have to wash them.  If my feet are cold I have to wear socks.  DIRTY/COLD FEET = no sleepy.
5. I love linguistics and the origins of words.  I speak a few different languages badly, but am constantly amazed at the english language and our everyday use of words stemming from all other different languages.  When I hear different languages, for the most part, they form a little conga line of words working their way through a conveyer belt (in my mind), where I process them instantaneously, and a mish mash of meanings spit their way out at the end of the tunnel.  Not unlike a scene in Willy Wonka.  All within a split second of hearing it. I can recognise the "logic" of the use of a certain word and often as the conveyer belt happens I mentally say to myself "That’s logical". In relation to the above, I learn languages only by use/hearing and not effectively by lessons steeped in grammatical rules.  Once those rules and things come out I switch off.  I have to hear the language being used and in turn use it to retain it.  I once spent a year in Denmark Scandinavia (22 years ago) and have returned fleetingly on holidays over the years but can understand Danish (spoken better than written) almost word for word.
6. When explaning things that I am happy to talk about,  I use way too many words.  See above for example.  Same thing for conversations.  Don’t ever ask me what other jobs I have done or where I have lived (for example) because sadly I will probably tell you everything. Word for word. blow by blow.  In stark contrast, due to my very sarcastic and dry way of looking  at the world (and verbalizing things sarcastically) I have gotten myself in to lots of trouble over the years.  I have finally learnt in the past few years or so that I can offend easily when absolutely no offence is/was ever meant. In many social situations I may not talk much if I think that I may offend and if I don’t agree with someone’s views or conversations I won’t say anything rather than offend. This of course may lead people to think I am snobby or reticent.  Can’t win.  (Happily though – I met Steve through our mutual admiration of sarcasm….he is the ONE person in the world that NEVER takes offence to my dry witted observations of the world)

So there you have it.  More than enough weird information about me that you ever wanted to know.

Some of my tag choices have already made the jump so maybe Miss Brown Pants might feel the love, or that Chick with the Red Shoes, or the Fearless One might be interested and maybe  The Scarlet Tree may be intrigued.

Hope that you had a great festive season….we certainly did.  We love our new house and the freedom of having more space to live in….will play catch up soon

. (Here’s a few photos from the year.)

~ by Donni on January 1, 2007.