I had this almost all ready to go... and was waiting for Monday.
Which passed without me recognizing it as Monday...
So here's my Monday Meme....
A couple of weeks ago, when was trying to sort of catch up maybe on my blog reading... I fiinally got caught up (for then anyway) on Continue in Kind where I encountered this meme. Now, I haven't been tagged (since she is not the sort of person who tags others)... but I kinda liked this one so I volunteered to play the Seven Meme. Since I find it interesting to note the number of ways we bloggers are alike, I've put in italics those answers of mine that match hers.
SEVEN THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE
1. See my daughters grow up to be happy
2. Travel through Europe (I changed the preposition from "to" to "through"
3. Lose 20 pounds
4. Get all my designs written up so that I can publish them.
5. Build my own house (okay, she wanted to build hers with Jon ... I'd rather build mine with my family... I'm selfish that way)
6. Open and/or work in a yarn store, where I can teach knitting.
7. Get my whole house clean AND tidy, with a place for everything, and everything in that place, ALL AT THE SAME TIME instead of having a few rooms done and a few rooms cluttered with piles of the stuff that came out of the rooms that are clean. (This is unlikely to happen until I get the motivation to actually get rid of all the crap we don't need -- which will require either the willingness to just freakin' throw things away, or the energy to actually sort the useful from the hopeless, and take the useful to the Goodwill or Salvation Army or whatever -- I keep thinking that if I had a cleaning buddy, I could get it done -- one weekend my house, one weekend buddy's house, until we'd won).
SEVEN THINGS I CAN NOT DO
1. Find my glasses in less than five minutes
2. Resist good chocolate
3. Grow my fingernails
4. Keep the ever-growing paper piles under control
5. Watch TV without knitting (or crocheting)
6. Find a bra that fits me correctly
7. Get to sleep early
SEVEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MY HUSBAND
supports, understands accepts my knitting obsession and doesn't mind when I run off to conventions and come home with enough yarn to last two lifetimes.
2. He loves me more than I love myself.
3. He's taking dance lessons with me, even though he was sure he'd hate it; he's even agreed to take another round.
4. He blusters about kid duty being Mom's job, but takes it often, and spends more time playing catch, baseball, basketball, etc, and swimming with them in the pool, than I do.
5. He buys me flowers.
6. He does the grocery shopping for me, and has learned to cook so well that he's now the primary chef in our house.
7. He was my rock through a tremendously rough patch that left me all but incapacitated -- he never doubted me, and his support helped pull me through.
SEVEN BOOKS THAT I LOVE
1. Tokeins entire Ring series (Hobbit, Fellowship of the Ring, Two Towers, and Return of the King)
2. Anything by Diana Gabaldon
3. Harry Potter 1,2,3,4,5 & 6
4. Elizabeth Zimmerman's Knitting Without Tears
5. Whatever's next on my reading shelf -- a new book is always so tempting
6. Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert Heinlein
7. The 13 Clocks by James Thurber
SEVEN THINGS I SAY
2. Insert Brain, press return to continue
3. It's only knitting....(I say this when I'm doing things like frogging whole sleeves)
4. As soon as I finish this row (or needle)
6. I Love you .... more....
7. Where did I put ......
SEVEN MOVIES I LOVE
Okay this one's hard. I like a LOT of movies. There are many I've seen many times. Which seven are the top of the list varies weekly if not daily. Any list I leave here, will omit favorites, and may include one that I would NOT want to see next week.
5. Fantasia (the first one)
7. Lord Of the Rings Trilogy
(Others that leap to mind: Shawshank Redemption, Much Ado About Nothing, Shakespeare in Love, Ghostbusters, Groundhog Day, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Fiddler on the Roof, Scrooge, the list goes on and on...)
And... since this is a seven meme, I'm adding another topic (to make seven)
Seven things I Celebrate this week
1. The moving truck arrived next door (reasons why are discussed below):
2. My daughter's classmates all signed her yearbook with glowing fun comments, leaving her feeling really good about herself, her school, and her friends (after a rough couple of weeks on those fronts).
3. My husband, who resisted dance lessons for TEN YEARS, has declared dancing fun!
4. My boss has accepted my plan to be out of town for a rather large chunk of July.
5. My daughter found the earrings that she bought for me for Mothers' Day, but lost in a pile of lord-only-knows-what on some counter somewhere -- just in time for the transition from Green to Blue in Project Spectrum.
6. Despite ominous threats of thunderstorms all day today (if one heeds the Weather people), we've had sun and gorgeous clouds all day.
7. My whole fam-damly is healthy right now!
Okay, now, about that moving truck (yay). My "charming" next door neighbors are moving!! Let me tell you a few stories that show why we're celebrating:
About a week after we moved in, DH did what folks around here do, and mowed the lawn. In typical (from we come from anyway) neighborly fashion and he went ahead and mowed the neighbor's half of that 4 or 5 foot wide strip between our driveways, and their half of that wee 3X4 section upon which both of our mail boxes rest.
Shortly thereafter, the neighbor appeared at our door with his wife just behind him. They didn't come to say hello, or welcome us to the neighborhood, or to say "thank you for mowing." Noooooo They came to scream at him for mowing their lawn! Mr. Neighbor Man has poor control of the English language (or his accent is so thick it sounded to DH like another language), so his wife eventualy translated his extremely loud tirade. Evidently DH had mowed THEIR GRASS to the wrong height or on the wrong day or something -- we never could figure it out. Then, once they were through berating him for mowing even an inch into their property, Mr. NeighborMan stomped off to their house, while Mrs. Neighbor proceded to tell DH that he's supposed to mow about TEN FEET into the church property behind us. (Yep, not one inch onto the yard next door, but ten feet into the yard behind us)
When these charming neighbors water their lawn, they manage to ensure that not one drop seeps over onto our property. How they get the water to adhere to the property line, I'll never know.
This charming woman managed to convince another neighbor that she had relapsing cancer (I think breast?), and thus got the good neighbor to cook meals for their family weekly, and to chauffeur their daughter around when she was "too tired" from "treatment". She even got the good neighbor to kid-watch her teenage kids for 5 days while she went "to Mayo for treatment", but wound up in Hawaii instead. When the good neighbor discovered that they were in Hawaii, and that she'd been cancer free for about 7 years, her sympathy dried up (along with mine). Of course, I'd been doubtful all along; after all, her "cancer" didn't stop her from standing in her garage to smoked cigarettes several times a day.
These are the neighors whose teenage kids have pool parties that somehow result in lots of beer cans at the foot of OUR yard....
I've not blogged about them, because I've found it better for my mental health to just pretend they're not there.
Anyway, by tomorrow, they WON'T be there; the lovely neighbors are MOVING! as in AWAY! Soon, we'll have a new opportunity for good neighbors. Those of you with spare energy, send mojo that whoever comes in is pleasant! A bonus would be that one or more of the family likes fibery activities...