1. My ancestor came to America from England as a sixteen-year-old boy in 1675 aboard a passenger ship called "The Encrease." His mother, who was a seamstress, stayed behind in London. The other part of my ancestral tree was already there to meet him. I am English, Scottish, Irish, Welsh, Cherokee and Osage. My great Grandmother was a full-blood Cherokee. She and her brother were orphaned during the Trail of Tears and taken in by an Arkansas family. I'm also a direct descendant of former presidents John Adams and John Quincy Adams. Do I look like a Native American? No. Do I look like John Adams? I surely hope not.
My great-great grandmother Evaline (not the Cherokee.) She was a midwife-physician.
2. I was second runner-up in the Miss Teenage America Orange County Pageant. After the pageant, one of the judges approached my mother and I told us that I might have placed higher if I hadn't been "so well-developed." She eyed my chest as she spoke. Apparently, I wasn't respectable enough to be Miss Teenage America! I was only fifteen; I don't think she knew that a comment like that would stick with me my whole life! I'm still embarrassed by the size of my chest. I have to take twenty pictures of myself to find one where I don't think I look obscene in it. In my books, I've discussed my dislike of beauty pageants, contests and judging. Now you know why.
3. I'm an Anglophile. I love all things English (especially on Masterpiece Theater!) and would love to visit England, Wales, Ireland and Scotland someday. Too bad I don't love airplanes so much. I'm waiting until they perfect that "beaming" thing they do on Star Trek. It shouldn't be too much longer.
A half-time Pink Kitty quilt break.
4. I detest...I repeat DETEST...the telephone. I would gladly do without one if I could. I don't even answer the phone; I have an answering machine. Even then, I don't return calls because I dread using the phone. I just can't understand disembodied voices! I have to see people in order to listen them. I have a hard time making sense of a string of words without seeing facial expressions and moving lips. My friends know to email me.
5. I also think I don't like the telephone because I'm not a talker. I never have been. I find it very difficult to say anything unless I've had a big dose of caffeine. If I go to a party, lecture, or teach a class, I have to load up on coffee or diet coke in order to be able to talk! I'm definitely an introvert. Unless I have to speak to an auditorium of four hundred people (which I have)--then I cannot be an introvert. Or a non-talker. That would be bad. To get through it, I pretend I'm an extrovert. So far, it's worked. Only you know the truth.
This day required extra caffeine.
7. I have a Bachelor of Science in Microbiology, with minors in Psychology and Chemistry from San Diego State University. I worked as a Clinical Lab Scientist before I had my son in 1987, then became a stay-at-home mom. Having a degree in microbiology has one drawback: potlucks gross me out. If the health inspector has not inspected your kitchen, then I'm sorry, I cannot eat your potato salad without my gag reflex kicking in. Sorry, my imagination is not under my control. I've seen too much.
6. I'm a very non-picky eater. I love everything, especially vegetables. I love the spicy, weird, and exotic. I'll try any food and probably love it. The only food that's borderline for me is plain eggs. Eggs sort of gross me out--especially restaurant eggs. What IS that runny stuff that oozes out of them?
There it is! Yay! I did it!
Today, all I accomplished was a trip to the post office and some email. I say "some" because there are over 600 messages in my inbox--not including spam! But tomorrow, I am going to start quilting my "Kisses" quilt, no matter what. Pictures of quilts are possible tomorrow, so come back. Less talk, more quilting pictures. I promise.