Friday, June 16, 2006

It's Georgiana's Fault

I don't know what this meme is called (how do you pronounced that, anyway?) but Georgiana tagged me. You know, some people, just because they live in the cool part of Arizona . . . Anyhow, it keeps me from thinking in this heat, so I suppose I should be grateful. I've only seen this on one other site, so I'm assuming it's supposed to be all about me, a to z (yeah, I know, how interesting could that be?) but I could be wrong. If I am, so be it. It wouldn't be the first time.

Accent: Californian is not an accent. Although I thought I was going to come home from Mount Hermon with one after hanging around Mike, Jeanne and Chris. Who knew I could go to California and hang out with a bunch of Southerners?
Best personality trait: Do you know 90% of people think they have an above average sense of humor? So, I'm going with extreme loyalty to my friends. Which works out pretty well for you if you're one of them.
Chore I hate: I pretty much hate housework in general, but I guess doing the dishes/loading the dishwasher is up near the top of the list. Touching dirty plates is really gross.
Dad's name: David
Essential make-up/skin care products: Foundation to even out my blotchy skin tone and lipstick because my lips disappear otherwise.
Favorite perfume/cologne: Right now it's Pink by Victoria's Secret. It'll change.
Gold or silver?: My wedding rings are gold but I generally think silver looks better on my pale skin.
Hometown: Highland, California (I'm interpreting this as the hometown I grew up in, not where I now live).
Interesting fact: I broke both of my elbows two weeks before our wedding (Mike, shut up).
Job title: Mom/writer
Kids: One of each
Living arrangements: Hubby, said kids, dumb dog, two old cats all in a two-story house.
Mom's birthplace: Redlands, California
Number of apples eaten in the last week: Several partial ones the kids didn't finish.
Overnight hospital stays: At least 5. Might be more.
Phobia: Spiders and heights (not kites, like some people think).
Question you ask yourself a lot: Why did I come in here? What was I going to do? What was I saying? What was the question? Yes, children cause brain damage.
Religion: Christ follower
Siblings: 2 younger brothers
Time I wake up: 7:30ish
Unnatural hair color: I've been auburn, caramel, strawberry blonde, and now just basically back to blonde.
Vegetable I Refuse to Eat: Beans in any way, shape, or form. They taste like mushed up cardboard.
Worst habit: Diet Coke and talking before I've fully thought through what I'm going to say.
X-rays?: Too many to count.
Yummy food I make: I had to ask Peter about this. Carrot cake and bran muffins.
Zingers: What? Do I like them? Not really, I don't have much of a sweet tooth. I do like Lemon Zinger or Red Zinger tea.

All right. Mike, you're done with a book so you have got to be bored. And your blog is lonely. And you tagged me on the seven sevens. Tag you're it.

Jenny, you're on summer vacation, so you're it too.

21 comments:

Jen's hubby said...

Ok, ok.

I will comment on a few of my wife's list o things:

Accent - really, its a combo of Orange County with poor white trash.

Best personality trait - give me a minute...

Chore she hates - yes, its true. SHE HATES THEM ALL!

Favorite perfume - yes, guys, Pink by Victoria's Secret is the bomb!

Hometown - for those of you who haven't heard of Highland, its in the part of So Cal that's similar to Kentucky. Like, Highlantucky, Rivertucky, San Bernardinotucky, Moreno Valleytucky, Pomonatucky, etc. (I really like Kentucky, but I've never been there!)

Job title - AKA Lady of the manor. She makes me feel like a serf, err, um, I mean a King.

Overnight hospital stays - not enough. I like it when she's not home. Just kidding!

Vegetable she refuses to eat - is "beans" really a vegetable?

Yummy food - She just started to make this dish called Chicken Divan. Its the bomb! And it adds a couple of pounds to my ever expanding belly.

Jennifer Tiszai said...

Peter:

You. Are. So. Dead.

Love You :)

GeorgianaD said...

Hey, I wanted to hear more about the elbows! And what's with the title? Sheesh. But you definately have bonus points for the Diet Coke. I, too, am an addict.

Jeanne Damoff said...

I once knew a girl from Caltucky who could fly a kite with two broken elbows and empty the dishwasher at the same time. (This was possible b/c she flew the kite out the tenth-story window of the rickety, spider-infested tower she lived in with her serf-like husband who was. so. dead.)

Real-time convo with resident biologist:

Me: "Are beans vegetables?"

Him: "Technically the bean is a fruit. Anything that's part of a flower is a fruit. We normally associate fruit with sweetness or sugar content, and yet some vegetables (like carrots) are sweeter than some fruits (like squash). Then you have the happy conundrum of an asparagus. The top part eventually becomes a flower, but you eat the young stalk."

Me (laughing as I take dictation): "So is it a fruit or vegetable?"

Him (pausing to consider): "I guess it's a fruitstable."

The party never ends around here. I think my next book title will be The Happy Conundrum.

Also, Peter made me laugh (sorry, Jen), so he gets 50 points.

Oh, and one more thing. I ain't got no accent, y'all, so don't pay 'er no mind.

Jen's hubby said...

50 pts! Jeanne, you made my weekend! Its really no big deal. I got a million of em', especially blonde jokes. For example, this blonde walks into a bar, and ...

Speaking of accents, what do you call mine? I grew up in a neighborhood where half the kids spoke no English (en mi barrio!). I lived in THE Valley, birthplace of "Oh my ...", "For Sure", "Totally", "I'm all, she's all, we're all, etc." My Hungarian dad (fluent in Hungarian and German) learned a little English while speaking German in Bavaria, before he moved to the States in the early 60's. My Japanese mom (fluent in Japanese, Spanish and French) was born in Mexico City, lived there for 3 years, moved to Japan, and came to the States in the early 60's. Jen still cannot understand either of them today (I never could!). She understands my mom when they are speaking French! All in all, my "accent" is very unique, and its a little wonder why NO ONE understands me!

...except my loving wife! (most of the time!)

Jeanne Damoff said...

Having not actually heard you speak, I'll speculate your accent is "French-fried goulash with, like, wasabi and salsa on the side, as if, mein dude."

Am I close?

Jennifer Tiszai said...

Georgiana, you have to admit, the title is intriguing. Everyone will want to know what it is you did. How close are the fires to you, btw?

Jeanne, I think it's really cool that you have a resident biologist and tell him I love his explanation of the difference between a fruit and a vegetable. So I'm changing my answer to beets.

Peter, you don't sound any different than I do. Now your folks, that's a whole 'nother story.

Malia Spencer said...

Hmm...Peter I understand you perfectly when you answer the phone. Then again think of where I live. There's a million different accents going on. I count myself lucky when there's someone who speaks clear English in the drive thru.

Do I have an accent? Probably. I haven't busted out the pidgin on any of y'all yet. Didn't know I was trilingual did you? Okay, only if you count my shaky Spanish as a third language. Maybe I'll teach the kids. Then you'll really need a translator. :)

Camy Tang said...

Oh Lady of the Manor,

Wanna share that chicken divan recipe?

I can't believe you really broke both elbows! Owie! I think you need a blog post to elaborate.

I didn't know Jeanne's husband was a biologist. I was, once. He and I could trade geek-speak.

I got a lesson in Japanese today from the parent of one of the high schoolers in my church youth group. She was helping me translate a line of dialogue from my ms. Scary thing was, I kind of understood her. And here I thought all those Japanese classes had dribbled out my other ear.

And I have the wasabi accent, thank you very much. Actually, I could probably talk pidgin with Malia. I just need to hear it to get going.

Camy

Peter said...

Ich wirklich spreche nicht Deutsches.

Actually, I really don't speak German. In fact, my mastery of the English language isn't close either. Gag me with a spoon!

And, yes, I have had Goulash with Soy Sauce. Its quite good!

Je le déteste quand ma maman me maudit en français. En Espanol tambien.

:-)Ronie said...

Fascinating post, Jennifer!! And I'm with you - no beans. BLECH!!

Dineen A. Miller said...

(scratches head) I thought beans were a legume.

Aww, Peter, kannst du wirlich kein Deutsch sprechen? Schada, es tut mir leid. Ich habe gedacht, du kannst es seht gut sprechen. Hast du vieleicht ein bisschen gelernt? Tschüss!

I want that elbow story, Jen. Fess up!

Jen's Hubby said...

Nein, nicht, nada. etc.

The wonderful thing about "communicating" through the internet, is that it can hide your shortcomings, and, on the other hand, promote your being to that of an international linguist.

...plus I discovered babbelfish.com over a year ago!

Guten tag.

Herr Peter

michael snyder said...

If you guys are gonna keep talkin' dirty like that, I'm gonna have to leave.

I feel like I'm reading subject lines in spam!

Jennifer Tiszai said...

You know, I don't think German is a real language. It doesn't look like or sound like any language I know. I think it's related to Stuart's Saurian creation.

Jenny said...

You tagged me? Me? Jen,

You. Are. So. Dead.

Good thing I hadn't updated my blog today and now you will all have to wait until tomorrow after I get some beauty sleep--okay, okay, let's just say the brain needs to recharge and leave it at that. (note: run-on sentences are a signal to go to bed and ... gotta stop)

Oh, and Jen, you are so in trouble!

Love ya! :-)

Abundant blessings,

Jenny Cary

CHickey said...

Wow! I feel I know you! Hope you're going to conference! (Your friend in Surprise, AZ)

Malia Spencer said...

Peter, I knew you had to have been discovering some of the wonderful translation programs out there. Translation.com is how I got through the last two years of Spanish.

I have to defend German as a language and Germany as a whole for three reasons. 1) I'm German. 2) I know someone who just graduated as a German major. 3) The Gutenberg press was invented by a German named Johannes Gutenberg. Where would we be without his moveable type? Certainly publishing might be very different today.

Peter said...

German language? Das ist sehr gut.

Germany as a whole? Well, they did start the Franco-Prussian War in 1870, and WWI in 1914, and WWII in 1939, AND FINALLY, they had the schnitzel to beat Hungary 3-2 in the World Cup Final in 1954!

I love Germany. My godfather(when I was a Catholic) was German (intersting story there). Without Germany, we wouldn't have the all-time 80's classic "Nein und neinzig Luftballons" by Nena! (that's for you, Mike)

By the way, do you know why Paris' streets are lined with lot of trees?

So the Germans can march in the shade! ;-)

Malia Spencer said...

LOL. Peter you get ten points for that one liner. Not too bad. But Jen's still sent me funnier ones.

Yes, I'm a loyal little mentee to the end. :)

Dineen A. Miller said...

Hey Peter, it's NEUN und NEUNzig Luftballons. LOL!

And lets not forget the hamburger. (Hamberg) :-) Which was actully ham at one point, I think.

I'm with Malia! I'm German too. I like Germany, especially to shop. He he...