3 things you might not necessarily know about me:
1. My mother's maiden name is Gales---so this makes me double-Irish!
(This morning I awoke with a strong awareness/presence of my grandmother, Helen Gales. This is pretty strange because by the time I could engage in meaningful relationships she was very ill, so I wasn't able to get to know her very well. My mother has always described her as funny-funny-funny and full of sparkle! *Maybe she is reaching out to me in support of this project...maybe.* As mentioned in my "I love" blog, I love chunky rings, especially costume jewelery. Apparently so did Helen. My mother gave me a handful of my grandmother's wild, eccentric and beautiful-gaudy rings. I love them! This morning I wore this outrageous amber and lime green wild-flower ring. *many compliments! --- people probably feel that they have to say SOMETHING after they've been gawking at my hand for SO long...* - and one of the things that I TRULY love about church-- is that when you leave your precious sentimental gaudy-beauty ring in the washroom because you took it off to wash your hands-- it's still THERE when you return in a panicked state much later! SEE!!!---life IS like that VISA!!!)
2. I'm not an animal-lover.
(Right away this turns people off. I can see it in their eyes before they are able to suppress it with their fake judging smiles. It makes them think that I am cold...or worse, cruel. But anyone who truly knows me, KNOWS that I have veinfuls of love in my heart. I think I can trace the dis-ease back to my very first pet. A dog that I named LUCKY. That's right, you heard me, LUCKY DUFFY!!! He died of heart-worm, and I was devastated! He also suffered from epilepsy. And I can assure you that his episodes traumatized me. So that's it---no animal-love for me please. So when my brother spilled the news last night at our "Cruelly Comedic" meeting that my mother just "got a new puppy named Molly and she's sooooooo cute, wanna see a picture, isn't she sooooooo adorable????" - - - - - - - - - - I have to admit my first response was, "well, I guess I have to cancel my visit home!" But this morning I picked up a message on my cell phone and this is what my mother had to say:
"Hi honey, it's your mom! I'm wondering if Scott told you the big news? If not, you're going to want to call me right away. It's pretty exciting! And just to give you a hint, I'm not engaged and I'm not pregnant!" ---Seriously! - and I wonder where I get my crazy quirkiness from????? So, needless to say, I will be exercising my love capacity for little Molly...)
3. I cracked my head open.---so I REALLY am a CRACK-HEAD!!!
(I was a child-gymnast. This statement alone makes me want to laugh. Gold Medal --- Floor Routine - oh yeah --- "Chariots of Fire" ---- it's a VERY dramatic song *dun-dun-dun-dun-dun -dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun - da naa naa naa naa naaaaaaa - da naa naa naanaaaaaaaaaa*, AND because I have a memory of an elephant - I can mentally still do the routine...oh yeah, CAN TOO!!! *operative word being "MENTAL"--- but as you all know, the goddess had other plans for me and I morphed into, "I'M JUICY!!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, I'M JUICY!" *picture my trasher-girl voice* - too curvy for a gymnast - but I still got the moves baby - it's just that some of them really hurt when I do them....anywhosers, our teachers planned a very exciting field trip to the local GYMNASTIC CLUB - *it's big-time! - well at least when you're 10*, and we were able to experiment with all the professional equipment! Good Times! I came upon this 'skateboard - ramp - type - row - thingy' which had a huge sign attached - "DO NOT USE!" Ok, so a couple of things about me; The cat got me before I was even born ---CURIOUS is my middle name! And also, I don't like to be told "NO". Fast forward about 30 seconds and I am prying my head from a metal track. I grab the back of my head and take a brisk walk to the washroom, where I stand in shock for what feels like hours filling the small space with my bright red 10-year old head-blood. And this was my only thought --- Oh my God, I'm going to be in sooooo much trouble!!!!)
Peace, Love and 16 Stitches! (that was a GOOD look for me when I shaved my head...)
xoT.
2 comments:
That was the first of your blogs that I understood!! I'm not thick or anything and it's not because you can't communicate well enough. I just haven't spent enough time with my Canadian Cousin to what know the hell is going on!!
Anyhoo, I didn't know you didn't like animals!! Wow. You'll be disappointed to hear that when Ricardo and I get our house we will probably get some cats.... only so I can call them names like Alan or Dave.
I've gotta go cut my showreel. Speak soon. SJ
The picture painted in my mind of you on all fours lifting your back leg to the music is really a thing of beauty. I'm pretty sure you should open each set with a rendition of this routine. Guaranteed success.
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