Pirate tagged me so here goes a few lists:
Jobs I’ve held:
HoJos waitress
Burger flipper
plastic bag folder in factory
cheesecake maker
chamber maid in dodgy hotel in Bayswater London
tutor
TA
many jobs in technology
Expressions My Mother Used that want to come out of my mouth against my will
I’m not the village idiot
passed me like I was tied to a post
six ways to Sunday
The shadow is over the yardarm somewhere!
Places I’ve lived
Yellow Springs, Ohio
Madison, CT
Amherst, MA
Bekeley, CA
Oakland, CA
Walnut Creek, CA
Things I Quit that I now regret
Playing the flute
Playing the piano
Playing the guitar
Singing
Graduate school
Things I will do someday
Play the flute
Play the piano
Play the guitar
Write a book
Guilty indulgences
Pizza
Soft serve ice cream dipped in chocolate
Chocolate covered raisins
Sleeping in (which has somehow turned in to 7 AM at best – WTF??)
Marshmallows in any form (s’mores, floating on hot chocolate, straight out of the bag, mooched up with chocolate chips)
Things I Read Every Day
The comics page
The front pate of the newspaper
Your blogs – way too many of them
Feministing
So Close
Things I love more than anything else
My Oldest Child
My Middle Child
My Youngest Child
I hereby tag everyone who hasn’t done this yet. Go for it!
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well done! good choices – you are officially pronounced princess of the untagged!
I’ll have to remember passed like I was tied to a post…heh – good one.
Nice to know you, more!
Hey, best of luck this weekend! I can’t wait to hear when it’s all over with!
have fun-you will do better than you think you are going to do-I just bet! Why? You have been putting in some consistent miles lady! Go get ’em!
oh, my mom had some good sayings and i find myself saying them all the time. 🙂
Chamber maid? Did you get to wear the sexy costume?
My favorite is “I’m not the village idiot.” Love that one.
no fair yours had better questions!! plastic bag folder has a certain je ne sais quois to it.
one of my mom’s favorites was: “i didn’t just fall off the turnip truck” … powerless to stop them, i have found these same words falling out of my mouth – my kids just look at me completley perplexed. what’s a turnip truck?
i never practiced the flute and had to flute-sync my way through the 6th grade concert. mr hair (his real name) was not fooled.