Twinknit

I’ve been tagged by both Minty and Juliana for the re-circulating “weird things/random facts” meme.  So here goes:

“Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.”

1. I don’t think of myself as a very high-maintenance person, particularly when it comes to food.  But my friends tell me that when they tally my off-hand comments about my food likes and dislikes, I can be pretty picky.  For example, I like most nuts, but I don’t like nuts in things (i.e. bread, cookies, peanut butter, chocolate, etc.).  I don’t like meat on pizza, although I like both pizza and most pizza-meats (sausage, pepperoni, etc).  I inconsistantly state a preference for and aversion to ice cream (depends on my mood).  I hate mayonaise, but will eat it in chicken and tuna salad, blts, and occasionally (and unpredictably) on turkey sandwiches.  You get the point…

2.  I’m 27 years old and yesterday I got my first “big girl bed” (i.e. anything other than a twin).  I slept diagonally last night.  *love*

[check out my quilt — I bought that when I was living in the mountains and only now do I have a bed big enough to really do it justice.  It’s probably from the 60’s or 70’s and was hand quilted.  I love it.  And it looks rockin’ with my cedar chest.  Pardon the living room lamp on my bedside table and the large blank wall behind my bed — I have plans for both, but I’m slow at getting around to setting up my bedroom post-move]

3.  As I stated before, I’m 27 years old and (this is embarassing) I still sleep with moo-moo.  Who’s moo-moo, you might ask?  Why, my bunny blanket, of course!

I’ve had some version of moo-moo since my first birthday.  The first moo-moo was actually named yah-yah and was blue and white.  I wore out the first yah-yah when I was five or so, and got a new one.  That one was renamed moo-moo.  I had that blue moo-moo until it started falling apart when I was 10 or so.  As a joke, my parents got me this moo-moo for Christmas one year.  Little did they know… Yep.  27.  Still sleeping with a moo-moo.  I mostly just cram her under my neck for support when I sleep.  Now I feel embarassed…  My parents still have the first two moo-moos and like to joke about framing them and giving them to me as a gift, each with a little sign in the corner that reads “break in case of emergency.”   Now I’m embarassed…

4. Like Juliana, I don’t mind doing the dishes, laundry, etc.  But I hate putting dishes, clothes, etc. away.

5.  I’m a total beer snob.  I’ve mentioned this before, but I feel like it can’t be emphasized enough.  It’s rare these days that I go to a non-micro-brewery and find beer that I’ve never had before.  I don’t like dubbel-bocks, wheat beer of any kind and, strangely, most british beers.  But I love funky belgians, good germans, and lately, I.P.A’s.  Anyone who knew me four years ago would find this list kinda shocking, since my taste in beer has made a 180-degree turn-around in the last several years.  Go figure.

6. This should be kinda obvious, but I’m a twin (and thus the blog title).  My twin brother, Adam, (in the header-picture, with my dad) has Fragile X syndrome.  He’s awesome — he loves to wear suits and shake hands.  He’s a total pro at just about any video game you sit him down in front of.  He’s the reason why, in high school, I knew the words to most Disney movies (cool) and the lyrics to every Barney song (ugh).  He’s definitely the athlete in my family and is a really, really good bowler (can’t emphasize this enough.  He kicks my ass bowling every time — although, I suppose, that isn’t saying much, since I’m a pretty terrible bowler).  Adam has asked Cinderella (at Disney World) to marry him at least twice.  Gotta love the guy for going after what he wants.

7.   Mints make me sneeze.  All of them (last night I had a mint-flavored tums, and even that made me sneeze).  Every.  Single.  Time.  Not sure what the deal is with that.

I know I’m supposed to tag seven people, but this has circulated pretty far and wide.  Sorry not to pass the buck, but if you want to give it a whirl, go for it (and let me know in the comments so I can go check it out!!).

On knitting related things, I have one thing to say:  grrrrr…..

[as if I weren’t having enough motivation problems with Orangina…]

Last night, apparently, the cats thought it would be fun to kill my yarn.  I say, kitty killing = killed kitties.  Good thing they’re so darn cute.  It’s hard to stay mad at them for long.