OK, thanks Artemesia, you’ve tagged me, thus allowing me to put off cleaning the catboxes just a little longer today.

The Rules:

# Link to the person who tagged you
# Post the rules on your blog.
# Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
# Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs. (um, okay, but please know, oh randomly tagged people, that I truly don’t expect you to comply unless you are into it…)
# Leave a comment on their blogs so that they know they have been tagged. (being a total rule breaker, I am not even going to bother doing this… slacker!!!)

ONWARD!

1. I pretty much only wear Doc Martens (shoes). I have two pairs that I mainly alternate, and love them dearly. I have another pair, that I can’t seem to find, so I don’t wear them as much. Before these three pairs dominated my footwear scene, I had just one pair of black Doc Martens, that I had bought in England in 1994 and wore extensively for about ten years before I had to buy replacements.  Oh and in the summer, bare feet round the house, and crocs elsewhere. Oh, and for pants I wear Levi Jeans.

2. I always wanted to have two daughters, and never hoped — not once– for a son. I have two daughters and that suits me perfectly. Sometimes I crave little baby feet, but then that feeling ebbs away. I think I may really be done!

3.  Almost all of my furniture is hand-me-downs. Exceptions: our queen sized bed, and Carla’s loft bed from IKEA.

4. I stopped eating commercially processed pork because of what I read in The Omnivore’s Dilemma. I had already pretty much stopped eating conventionally processed beef (not being that fond of it anyway.) But pork? Oh GOD, I fucking love pork. Bacon! Ham! Pork Chops! Salami! Prosciutto! But what I read in that book saddened and disgusted me so deeply, that I won’t buy pork products unless I KNOW that they come from small farms that treat their pigs in a humane way, and slaughter them as humanely as possible. Being killed for meat in and of itself is not upsetting to me.  But horrid and painful living conditions for animals who are headed to eventual slaughter is unacceptable to me.

5. I like to paint my toenails blue in the summer. I had blue toenails to stare at when I gave birth to my first child. My husband had painted them for me, because I couldn’t reach my toes so well at that point.

6. I worry every day that I might lose my new job (as after school director) next year. I want to keep it so badly. It really hurts my feelings that when I was hired, I was told that a search for a new A/S director would be conducted for next year anyway. So I worry and try to do a really good job, and blabbermouth at everyone at school how much I love the job, the kids, the school, the program and I wear my heart on my sleeve about how dearly I want to keep this job.

7.  I have a lot of gray hair. It started turning gray at the ripe old age of 23. When I first noticed it, I cut my hair short, as I didn’t like sitting there in grad school staring at my long gray strands and wondering if grad school was the cause of the gray, or if it was perhaps my full time job as a head teacher of a group of 18 - 24 month old kids. Or perhaps the insanity of working full time and being in grad school full time simultaneously. These thoughts were more unwelcome than the hair itself. Today, though, I am at peace with my hair. I have never once dyed it in my entire life and I often give it any trims that I think it needs with my own pair of scissors.

Randomly tagged souls… hmmmm…. how does one randomly tag someone? Am I supposed to put the names of blogs into a hat and see who comes up? I’ll just list seven bloggers whose blogs I visit somewhat regularly, in no particular order. Swistle, Stacie, Cammy, Heather, MamaGeek, TBH, Neil Gaiman. (Ok, I seriously doubt that Neil Gaiman will take on this meme, but you never know. Neil, if you read this, holy cow, man you just made my day. I think you are just brilliant.)