Thanks so much Darcel of The Mahogany Way and Pam of PussDaddy Blogs for nominating me for not only one, but two super cool blog awards. Generally, I forgo the somewhat daunting process of recalling, searching and linking other blogs, but today I'm going to comply because...I don't know why, I'm just feeling compliant today. Yeah, compliant...or, perhaps I'm putting off the kitchen project. Peers through the wild unkempt hair framing my face and over at drop cloth and piles of stained chair pieces.
Okay, on to more stuff about me. I gotta tell you, every time I get one of these blog awards, I feel a bit of pressure and an overwhelming sense of responsibility to be more interesting, alas it's just me. You guys are cool with that though, yes?
My mind never shuts up or off. You know all of the italics you see in my posts? They're signature "Tamekaisms." Like right now I'm writing this post whilst...Singing "Lucky" in my head and wondering when I'll get to use the word, "pabulum" in a post. The word and its meaning excites me. It immediately reminded me of the stories my great-aunts told about feeding their children Pablum. I'm going to call my grandmother and tell her I found a new word, she likes words too. See, it just goes on and on! I actually called her mid-post but she was with her nurse.
Had I not married and become a parent so young, I would have liked to spend some time as a travelling bard; hitchhiking of course, with intact body hair, a harmonica and a the requisite hint of body odor. I'm fascinated with life on the fringes of this homogeneous suburban lifestyle. Who knows I might still try it some day, the nest is almost empty!
I like hands. Not like the ones I recently wrote about, but baby hands, pianist hands, sculptor hands-hands in their natural splendor. Did I mention that I do not polish my fingernails, like ever?
I spend quite a bit of time worrying/reflecting on what scientific advancement has done/is doing to nature. Joseph...don't know why I just called him that- and I spend many hours in bed theorizing about the impact on natural selection and the like.
I often cook in large quantity, and eat the same meal for days on end until it's done or inedible. I enjoy food, but it's a creative process for me as well, so I try to only cook when I feel inspired to do so.
I'm a terrible ice skater. See that, I was just reflecting on last night's Olympics' coverage.
I'd rather write than speak, and often will ignore/avoid phone calls and send e-mails instead. Yeah, that pisses some people off.
My mind never shuts up or off. You know all of the italics you see in my posts? They're signature "Tamekaisms." Like right now I'm writing this post whilst...Singing "Lucky" in my head and wondering when I'll get to use the word, "pabulum" in a post. The word and its meaning excites me. It immediately reminded me of the stories my great-aunts told about feeding their children Pablum. I'm going to call my grandmother and tell her I found a new word, she likes words too. See, it just goes on and on! I actually called her mid-post but she was with her nurse.
Had I not married and become a parent so young, I would have liked to spend some time as a travelling bard; hitchhiking of course, with intact body hair, a harmonica and a the requisite hint of body odor. I'm fascinated with life on the fringes of this homogeneous suburban lifestyle. Who knows I might still try it some day, the nest is almost empty!
I like hands. Not like the ones I recently wrote about, but baby hands, pianist hands, sculptor hands-hands in their natural splendor. Did I mention that I do not polish my fingernails, like ever?
I spend quite a bit of time worrying/reflecting on what scientific advancement has done/is doing to nature. Joseph...don't know why I just called him that- and I spend many hours in bed theorizing about the impact on natural selection and the like.
I often cook in large quantity, and eat the same meal for days on end until it's done or inedible. I enjoy food, but it's a creative process for me as well, so I try to only cook when I feel inspired to do so.
I'm a terrible ice skater. See that, I was just reflecting on last night's Olympics' coverage.
I'd rather write than speak, and often will ignore/avoid phone calls and send e-mails instead. Yeah, that pisses some people off.
Okay so after writing this, I don't really feel like complying any more. Why don't we do this, for each person who comments, would you recommend one or two blogs you follow, and then I'll visit and run a post on those blogs. Deal? Please. Bats eyelashes.
Peace and procrastination...yeah, I do a lot of that too
