Sunday, July 15, 2007

addendum to random facts

You'd think I knew how to spell! Bobbi's website is Sorry for that glitch. She has a number of other sites as well as she's a pretty versatile woman.
Donna's Sheep to Shawl with the Europe connection will also be phased out but if you go there to see her gorgeous photos of her European trip and its connection to sheep and wool and her writing and knitting, you'll find your way to her other sites.
I can add Dani to my Tagging too.

And finally, I forgot to give you the RULES.
Here are the rules for Eight Random Facts:
Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Eight Random Facts

1. I don't have a belly button.
2. I'm a licensed pilot who hasn't piloted since surviving an accident in 1987
3. I'm gluten-intolerant
4. My sister and I used to sing duets
5. Our wire-haired pointing Griffon is the third dog we've had in a year; the youngest of the two we still have.
6. I always wanted to be a stand-up comic.
7. If I went back to school it would be in spiritual counseling.
8. I like to eat salt from the palm of my hand.

Al right. I think how this works now is that I'll be writing about these random facts for the next few posts. And I'm letting Susan and Velda and Bobbi and Janet and Dani and Donna know. Here are their blog links so you can meet up with them all!
Susan is
Velda is
Janet is
Bobbi is
Donna is at

Now I'll discover for myself what this is about.
1. I don't have a belly button. For years my parents thought I was allergic to milk and since we owned a dairy, this was a problem. So they tried other things: soy milk, lots of rice etc. I apparently cried so much that I developed a hernia and when I was twelve, they decided to fix it by taking out my appendix at the same time. They went in through the navel. It wasn't an artist's work. The scar is about six inches long and looks like a railroad track. I've thought about have a tattoo of a small train put on with the words from that children's book, the Little Train that Could...I don't wear bikinnis and never did so that's not a problem. But I once took belly dancing classes -- great exercise, and there was always something, well, missing. Maybe I do sometimes see my body as missing something now that I think of it. I have an increase appreciation for surgeons with fine scalples and an awareness of the aftermath on a young girl's sense of self.