Accent: Detroiter with Canadianisms- eh? Some Utahn expressions and that ubiquitous vaguely southern military drawl with the persistent use of acronyms and Sir and Ma'am. Picking up some wicked Bostonian. Not to mention speaking in accents, some good enough to confuse. Chatted with a Brit, so I simply adopted his accent, thinking he was putting it on. He finally asked me where, exactly, in Britain I came from, as he couldn't quite place it. I said, flatly, "Detroit." He really was English.
Booze: No. Beer. Well, I don't go near vodka, having had it thrown up on me. I will have a G & T in the summer, occasionally. And I like a sip of tequila once every few years. I only like the really good stuff, and that in very, very small doses.
Chore I hate: I don't mind any chore so much. I just hate having to do it over and over and over. So, dishes/laundry/cleaning the kitchen after meals - that sort of thing when it's all the damn time.
Dogs /cats: I like both, but cats fit my life better. Anyone reading here knows about Moby.
Essential electronics: I am such a geek with this, but not in comparison with most of my in the business computer friends. So, iMac, camera, damntv.
Favourite perfume/cologne: Hate 'em all. Inherited my mother's bad reactions to scents. Noxema.
Gold/silver: N'eh. Used to care, but things have changed.
Hometown: Wherever I lay my head. See "Accents."
Insomnia: Rarely. I have to be hungry or in pain not to sleep. Cannot sleep during the day, as I found out trying to work night shifts. My life falls to bits, then.
Job title: Staff RN. Surgical. RN Circulator. Fall Guy. The one who dresses the surgeons funny.
Kids: Fairygodmother to the children of friends.
Living arrangements: Cozily with D, soon to be in a 1bdm, bsmt.
Most admired trait: Humor. In myself or others. Paired with integrity and kindness.
Number of sexual partners: Depending on how this is counted, about a dozen, or a half dozen, or as I now count it - one.
Overnight hospital stays: Tonsils at about age 5. Infection age 17. Gastritis in Saudi Arabia - age 29. Night shifts - as rarely as possible since. See "Insomnia."
Phobia: Swarms of insects. One of anything I can deal with, live and let live, observe even, kill if necessary. But a whole bunch of little creepy biters beating at my face- hear me scream. Car trouble freaks me beyond reason.
Quote: "I think that fish is nice. But then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?" - Douglas Adams.
Religion: My dogtags read "No rel pref." I think of myself as a Fortean. Or a pantheist. All of them are right, all of them are wrong.
Siblings: Not really. My brothers were so much older, they were not exactly children with me. But I have two of them.
Time I usually wake up: The alarm, a purple, original-iMac shaped clock, Big Ben Chimes, goes off at 0507. That is what it says, it is actually set ahead by I-don't-know-how-much, and I am easily fooled every morning by this. I hit the snooze alarm down, I often do not remember this. It goes off again 9 minutes later, 0516, 0525, 0534. I usually make myself get up here, but on Thursdays, when there are morning meetings, I wait until 0543.
Days I don't work, it varies from 0700 to 0943.
Unusual talent: I do funny voices. And puppets. Funny singing puppets.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Cabbage. Anything soaked in vinegar too long.
Worst habit: Picking. Picking at edges and zits and labels and whatever is loose or bumpy.
X-rays: When I had a tiny evulsion fracture of my big toe, the VA X-rayed me. I still had to walk all over the semi-mountainous campus of the U of U, but got out of having to do any more Army runs. Broke it getting out of bed.
Jammed my knuckle at work, walked over to talk with my D's orthopedic surgeon, he was working, so he told me to x-ray it myself on the mini C-arm in the room. He came over and looked at it, said, "Yeah, looks like you cracked it. Tape it to the next finger for the next six weeks, let me know how you are doing."
Yummy foods I make: I have a wonderful Bread Pudding with Rum sauce recipe. Mostly, I am an adequate cook, just learning to spice better.
Zodiac sign: Go Fish.
11 comments:
You have put some work into this. All those links!
As usual, a great read. And I'd love to hear your English accent ...
I'm afraid my English accent is a muddle of various regions. But I grew up watching the CBC, which relied heavily on BBC, Thames Entertainment, programming. It got into my tongue. So, not a GOOD accent, but a confusing one.
Those links hurt. D helped. A lot.
Now THIS is a way to make a meme your own. As for accents, I'm a hopeless accidental mimic... and once had a genuine English accent. Your story about the English fellow hit home, but for a different reason — it's all too easy for me to sliiiiide into an English accent without meaning to, when speaking with someone who has one! (I warn my British friends about this early on!)
You could have economised: your quote makes your most admired trait redundant ;^P
Yeah, Moby!
Well, I don't go near vodka, having had it thrown up on me.
Oh, don't make me think about vodka. The vodka was fine on Saturday night. It was only yesterday afternoon, still throwing up, that I swore never to touch it again.
Excellent post, apart from the mention of the Russian stuff.
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Sorry for being redundant.
P- Ha! I shall from now on call it "The Russian Stuff", in the same way Macbeth is called "The Scottish Play."
Awesome job on the meme, woman!
Loved this. Missing your entries. Waiting for more.
Nag, nag, nag...
Yeah, well, that is part of why I did that. I'm not exactly off my own wifi right now... sort of borrowing. The move was harder than necessary, due to a headcold, but all are well. Will post... um, don't want to make promises, and not keep them. I am thinking about all of you.
Mostly Moira, who I hope will be posting again, soonish.
I came by feeling all apologetic because I hadn't been here in a week, then saw that you hadn't either :-P
Thanks for the back links, there's some fine writing in them thar archives.
Dear Zhoen,
I just visited my erstwhile blog and saw comments from you waiting to be read. I'm sorry. Thank you so much for asking after me. That was a great time for me. I damaged my eyesight that spring and quit the blog. I am very, very touched at your comments. Thank you. I keep up with your blog, and you doubtless see my comments at Dave's and others. I just don't know what to say for you. I certainly can no longer draw a frame around things as I did that spring. The picture has burst out of the frame so to speak. At that time I felt I knew trouble, but at a scenic remove, and might describe your own predicaments as picaresque and laughable to you. But trouble isn't really picaresque or laughable, is it.
Very wonderful to read your comments asking after me. Very sad but very sweet.
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