Eight Tidbits

I was tagged by Marie Cecile of Soulful Longings to list eight things about myself or my habits, so here’s what popped up in my stream of consciousness.  The real me.  Transparency.  It’s all about transparency, isn’t it.

1.  I have a fondness for eccentrics.

2.  I cannot attend serious, dignified events with people I like, because we end up in fits of giggles at highly inappropriate moments.

3.  I really like the impact of short videos.  You’ve probably noticed.

4.  I like things to be balanced.  For instance, if I walk into a wall and bump my right shoulder, I’d like to bump the left one too, just to make it even.  I don’t, but I’d like to.

5.  I cannot read upsidedown.  I have a teacher-friend who can, and she says it comes in very handy on parent/teacher night.  I’m not sure when it would come in handy for me.

6.  I don’t care for licorice.




7.  The power went out this week for a few hours.  Seeing as how the house was fairly warm and I had no intention of doing anything even remotely resembling this, I rather enjoyed the peace and quiet.

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8.  I would leave the Christmas decorations up all year if they would let me. They won’t let me. 

14 thoughts on “Eight Tidbits

  1. 🙂 Aw, neat details, G. Funny, I’ll bet many of us must “even off” the whatever, right? Certainly true for me. If there isn’t a green jelly bean for each side of my mouth, I must either forfeit it and stoop to eating 2 of the lesser colors or I must bite it in half and share between the two sides–exhausting as well as bulkly unsatisfying. *sigh, rules, rules.. or perhaps now, I could simply ship you any green jelly bean that comes my way, and you could send me any stray licorice.

    Very thankful that you like eccentrics.

    Cousin Mike sat down beside me at the wake, looked around the room at all our elderly uncle’s friends come to visit one last time, and the pearl of sweet misery I’d half-expected — like a lone green jelly bean endured as is — was put away, sotto voce, in favor of his usual bounty of lesser colors enjoyed with a very serious, dutiful demeanor, “Don’t look now, JustMe Ann, but we are utterly surrounded by dinosaurs.” Shall I presume that comment would’ve done you in as well?

  2. Gab you’ve got to start a mini nativity scene collection. That can stay up all year!

    JM, my husband sat at an at home wake (the usual way of doing it here if you die at home). His uncle had died and he was sitting next to a friend of his. At one point he looked around at the people who were sitting in the chairs all around his uncle’s body: they were ALL widows! All 10 of them! he and his friend looked at each other and decided to go outside for a breath of fresh air…

  3. Lol. I too want to leave them up all year. One year when me and my son couldn’t find some of the Christmas decorations we eventually found they where still up.

    //Joakim

  4. Ever since first discovering your blog, i have thought that you were the kind of person that i could call “friend”….and if so, would know for a very long time (guess “eternity” qualifies as a “long time”?)….after reading the 8 comments from your “stream of consciousness”, i am certain of it….you have put a smile on my face, on what has (so far) been a rather challenging day. In fact, i was laughing out loud at some of them. Thank you for lifting my spirits today, Gabrielle. BTW, you can set aside any leftover licorice (black, preferably) for me. 🙂

    God bless you, dear lady!

  5. JustMe, I’m sure glad you think that many of us must “even off” the whatever. I was a little worried it might be a sign of Obsessive/Compulsive disorder. 🙂 And the situation you describe is exactly the kind of thing I’m talking about, especially if I’m with either of my two sisters. We have had near-collapses from not being able to breathe as we were trying to completely stifle ourselves because of peculiar things that happened at wakes, cemetaries, etc.

    Pia, I don’t think my hubby would be tolerant of even the mini-nativity scenes on a year-round basis. For him, when Christmas is over, it’s over! Everything back in the basement!

    Joakim, you’re a Christmas-man after my own heart!

    Hi, Kristin. Glad to have lifted your spirits a bit, friend, because I know you’re going through a challenging period right now. So, you’re a black-licorice lover. I will hoard anything that comes my way. 😉

  6. Licorice must be like New York City –one either really really likes it, or one really really does not. When one considers the subway, it’s all quite reminiscent of an art farm that never sleeps. Yep, I love it.

    Licorice, I mean. Kristin, I’m textually sending you a box of GoodnPlenty and a tin of Allsorts.

  7. G, don’t look now, but there’s a lovely Nativity scene set up in your words, all year ’round. I love what you’ve done with the black sheep.
    😉

  8. Gabrielle, Thanks for sharing these tidbits with us. I really enjoyed the description of you and your friend giggling at the most inappropiate times. When my siblings and I joined my mother and father for the family rosary – all 11 of us kneeling on the linoleum floor in a small living room- it was very hard not to laugh sometimes, but the best remedy was one of my father’s ever -so- let down looks cast in our direction…it worked every time, bless him.

  9. we would definitely have fun at those black tie events…do you consider red licorice to be licorice? i don’t like the black stuff, but could do some real damage to myself with red vines…i read upside all of the time although i am not really certain why or how…anyway…love your list🙂

  10. JustMe, the black sheep continues to ruminate. Whenever it is fed, of course. 😉

    Ann, your description of your family made me remember that this started early with me, as well. In elementary school, we had to kneel, as a class, for the Morning Offering and other prayers, and everyday the teacher would pick one of us to lead the prayers. It didn’t matter who was picked, we’d all end up in fits of half-stifled laughter over something or other, invoking the ire of Sister-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless. And mercy wasn’t one of their prominent virtues, as I recall. 🙂

    Lucy, you know what I really dislike about “black-tie” events, although I don’t attend many anymore. But I used to go to some art gallery openings, theatre stuff, and things of that nature, and I could never understand how you were expected to have your glass of wine in one hand, your little plate of cheese in another, and still be able to shake hands. Especially for a clutz like me. (I see I’m outnumbered on the licorice front. But yes, I do believe the red stuff counts). 🙂

  11. Madame G, one simply hands one’s plate to one’s escort (while retaining the glass of wine, of course), thus freeing one hand to be lightly taken, we hope, and/or bowed before — which makes us blush.

    (Or, if it’s a thin enough plate — most of them are these days — just hold it in your teeth. You know what happens to dishes of cheese in an escort’s hands..)

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