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Fairly Odd Mother

Frantically waving my magic wand to make wishes come true.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

6 Weird Things about 1 Odd Woman

For the longest time, I have wanted to be tagged to do a meme (I was schooled that this word should rhyme with 'scream' and not my previous thoughts of either 'mee-mee' or 'meh-may', as in 'grandma').

Much love to Liz, who has tagged me to spill a half-dozen weird factoids about myself. I feel a little naked writing all of this, but I've never had much of a problem with public exposure, so here goes. . .

1. I love to be scratched. I mean L-O-V-E to be scratched, and not just on the back. Arms, legs, fingers (especially the webbing), feet, head. The only off-limit place is my front torso which is way too ticklish.

In college, I was fortunate to have a roommate (and friend) with good nails, and she would scratch my arms whenever I asked. My sister (Mrs Q) and Fairly Odd Father know how annoying I can be about this. Just writing this makes me want to find a good tree against which I can rub my back.

2. Before I had kids, I had a cable show. It was called "Pet of the Week" (catchy title, huh?) and aired on a local access cable channel to a tiny part of Massachusetts. Along with some of my fellow animal shelter volunteers, we would show off animals up for adoption, often with hilarious results. For example, there was the time I squatted down next to a little beagle and had him hump my back as I spoke. Or the many times a dog chose to poop on camera.

3. I can think of about 100 things I'd rather do than go to see a movie in a movie theater, or even sit and watch a video. For this reason, I have missed almost every major movie release in the past 10 years (except for Clerks II which I caught opening weekend). My husband had to trick me to see Fargo by telling me that 'no one dies' in it. I loved the movie, but had to laugh at how inaccurate his review was. I have not seen any Star Wars movie except for the first, but Fairly Odd Father still married me.

4. Given #3, it may seem ironic that our third child is named after a character in a movie. In the spirit of anonymity, I will not reveal his real name, but D is named after the lead character in the first movie Fairly Odd Father and I saw together----a rental I had seen before but he had not. I chose the movie as a test---if he liked the movie, I knew our sense of humor was compatible. If not, he was a boring drone and we would never make it past the third date.

5. I will not buy anything leather for myself. This is a leftover from my strict vegetarian days when I wouldn't touch a dead-animal product. Over the years, I have loosened up a tad on the eating thing (bacon has called my name a few times), but I still avoid leather as much as possible. In the spirit of full disclosure, I do own a leather belt (bought when I was in high school), leather running sneakers (that are never worn) and a pair of black leather dress shoes I grudgingly purchased when I failed to find a faux pair two days before my high school reunion. But, usually, pleather is my friend.

6. Wow, six already? Let's see. . . OK, here it is: I cannot do a cartwheel, serve a volleyball, hit a softball or throw a ball any more than about 10 feet. I am pathetically unathletic. When I ski, my legs are so far apart, faster skiers can just ski under me. I broke my arm trying to snowboard on a hill flatter than my driveway. I view rollerblading, ice skating and cross-country skiing as high-impact activities.

Of course I blame my mother for a lot of this. She thought that sports were not ladylike and convinced me that I was too tall, too clumsy, too awkward to be successful in sports. Not surprisingly, gym class was torture until 'walking' was introduced as an elective sport and I was able to avoid all softball games, tennis matches or dodgeball games.

I would give my right arm to do a decent cartwheel or serve a volleyball over the net, but that would be a bit problematic.

So, that is it! I will tag Rachel and share the love.

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Blogger Mom101 said...

Excellent meming! Bravo!

How did I not know about your aversion to movies? Or the cable show?

10:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

After watching you on ice skates yesterday, I understand #6. Then again, I'm even less athletic than you. Mom, WTF? Sigh.

And how about that two-year stretch where you grew like four feet and would pass out every time you stood up? And that 'incident' that Daddy helped bail you out and swore never to tell Mom? Or how a strange, handsome boy drank a shot of liquor out of your belly button in a Bostion bar (oh wait, there were plenty of witnesses to that one!) heh heh... I think Sharon needs to get in on this one!

10:03 AM  
Blogger Fairly Odd Mother said...

Wait a minute Mrs Q! This wasn't 'reveal every embarrassing thing I've ever done' meme! Believe me, if it was, the 'Kevin' story would've topped the list (Mom 101, you know that one too).

Sadly, I really really like doing 'sporty' things (like ice skating---that was awesome!); I just suck!

10:41 AM  
Blogger Jeni said...

u asked for it. i will tag u next time.

4:02 PM  
Blogger gingajoy said...

hang on a minute. this is a guess, but is your son called Godfather?


I, for one, also cannot throw a ball to save my life, and also ditchd vegetarianism for the siren song of bacon. aaaah. bacon.

12:39 PM  
Blogger Chicky Chicky Baby said...

Pet of the Week?!

I think I love you.

And I, too, cannot do a cartwheel to save my life. Not that I think a cartwheel will ever come in handy when trying to one's life, but still...

3:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Really, no movie watching? I love it, but I'm lazy, it suits me! Interesting about the pet show - would be fun if you had some video to post of it!

Dante? Randall? :-)

BTW, I've always wanted to be tagged too :-)

10:50 PM  
Blogger Fairly Odd Mother said...


I'll tag you next time! Promise!!! And you are right on the money with our name. . .

4:17 PM  

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