All right. I have come out of semi-retirement because I was tagged. Here's twenty things about me before I lapse back into silence. I tag Jo of Freeway 9
(who is the person Pete should really try to get blogging again) and Scott of Scott2Bcertain
1. I play soccer. My dad's the goalie, and my sisters are also on the team. We are onto our seventh season. We have made it into six grand finals. We have lost six grand finals. At the end of last season, we were going to change our name to the Bridesmaids, but the guys on the team vetoed it as too cissy (cause losing six grand finals on the trot is really, like, macho). We are playing our seventh semi on Sunday. I wish I could say I was excited about it.
2. I am a vegetarian for ethical reasons, which I am proud of.
3. The thing that spurred me into being a vegetarian was the Save Toby website
, which I am ashamed of (still, it's better to be a vego as a result of reading it than to donate money, which was my initial impulse).
4. I have no interest whatsoever in gardening.
5. I think I may actually be a shopaholic.
6. Janis Joplin's Bobbie McGee is one of my favourite songs. When I was little, my sister told me some wholly mythical (I think) story about how Janis Joplin stole the song from Kris Kristofferson after a messy break up and beat him to the recording studio with it. Even though I'm pretty sure it's a lie, I like the song better because of it. I spoke to Ted Egan
recently (yep, all the big names here), and he told me he's recorded a version in Pitjantjara, which perturbs me for a number of reasons.
7. I wish I had one extraordinary talent.
8. I am a word nerd. Yesterday, I texted some people when I found out there was a cafe called Cafe Verb in Flemington, speculating whether it was active. I got a reply back saying that as it was near the train station, it was transitive. This amused me more than it should have.
9. I have two beautiful but exceptionally stupid dogs, one of whom is brain damaged from eating almost a whole packet of Nurofen as a puppy. We had to pump her stomach and keep her on her feet for 5 hours afterwards. I recently had to jump in the Yarra to save her because she liked the idea of swimming, but couldn't figure out how to do it once she was in. It was a five degree day.
10. My family are far and away the most important people in my life. When I think about how much I admire every one of them, I get a little choked up.
11. My other hero is Muhammad Ali. Such amazing grace. Whenever I am in a tough situation, I ask myself what he would have done. The answer is enlightening more often than you'd think.
12. I am a terrible cook. I would like to put this down to a lack of application, but suspect it has to do with a lack of aptitude.
13. I change my mind more than average - about little things (I am a nightmare to eat out with, and have chased more than one waiter back to the kitchen after immediately regretting an order) and about big ones (I thought Latham had just lost the plot when the book came out, and now I am starting to think again, although I think his way of delivering the message was ill thought out). But I tend to only change it once - I don't perpetually vacillate - and there are some issues on which I am the model of constancy (John Winston Howard is pretty much never getting my vote).
14. I have talked about quitting my job pretty much since I started it, in 2001. Secretly, I don't mind it. But it is almost time to move on.
15. I double book social engagements a lot, despite constantly suffering the consequences (and inflicting them on people I love). It's as if I have two separate diaries in my head, and I can't work out how to merge them.
16. I love Rock DJ far, far more than I should.
17. Planning the future is not my forte. Luckily, serendipity has worked well for me in the past but it may be time to start taking a more active role in my own life.
18. My favourite weekend of every year is spent on a houseboat on the Murray with some of my favourite people (including Pete from Glutbusters
and his delightful girlfriend, known to the blognoscenti as the Redhead)
19. I have terrible, terrible taste in movies. I love Dirty Dancing (one of my favourite wedding stories is the chick who got her husband to learn all the moves from the dance at the end, including the lift, for their waltz) and I now cry within the first three scenes of Steel Magnolias at the sure knowledge of what's to come.
20. Postcards make me insanely jealous of whoever's travelling, even when they detail travel bugs in bilious detail, but I also love them and demand them from friends, acquaintances and near-strangers. I applied to work overseas after getting the last two (from Salt Lake City and Beijing).
Hmm. I'll be back when I can think of something more meaningful to say about Australian politics than the written equivalent of Edvard Munch.