All about me, and then you

Thanks, Robin!

Allison:
1. I never understood how you wound up in Boston after growing up in rural Pennsylvania. Explain.

I wanted to go to college as far away from my parents and idiots from high school as possible. University of Washington (state, not DC) didn't want me, and Princeton was too close, so Boston U. it was.

2. When did you learn to sew, and why?

I guess I was about 5. My mom got tired of me begging her to make dresses for Barbie, so she showed me how to hand sew. I still have all the old 1970's/1980's doll patterns. Heck, I still have all the rad clothes I made for Barbie.

Eventually, I graduated up to the Singer. I used that machine until 1993, when it broke for the last time.

I also spent a lot of time with my mom's mom, Grammy, who made wedding dresses and quilts. It sounds hokey, but one of my earliest memories is playing with fabric underneath a quilt that had been stretched out on a frame and was in the process of being quilted.

3. As a 7th grade English teacher, what's the most entertaining example of 'tween behavior you've witnessed?

Oh lord, I have to pick one? Well, my first year at BW was marked by having to write a referral on a boy who, as I put it, disrupted my class by "stimulating ejaculation". He had a hacky sack or something, and was pretending to copulate with it. As soon as I realized what was going on, he started pulling out the stuffing and throwing it at girls, while making ejaculatory sounds. Porn in the classroom: the only way!

4. When are you going to make that aging punk rocker survey/meme/bulletin, and can you give us a preview of some of the questions?

You might be an aging punk rocker if:

1. You read Sassy.

2. Wore red lipstick and thought it made you look "artsy"

3. You owned more than one pair of black Chinese mary janes.
4. You were goth before it was a store in the mall and was associated with massacres, Marilyn Manson, and was ripped off by fashion designers.
5. You wore black leggings and baby doll dresses, with aforementioned Chinese mary janes.
6. You burned candles in wine glasses and thought it was "artsy"
7. You loved 120 Minutes.
8. You now sell all your old "rad" outfits on Ebay.
9. Heck, you now sell vintage finds from estate sales on Ebay.
10. You fondly remember the first (and best, IMHO) Lollapalooza. I still have my t-shirt. Is it ironic yet?

That's about all I got. Once I started writing them down, the well dried up. I'm still trying, though.

5. That night that Matt was screaming, "You've gotta take me to Jack in the Box!", did you take him?

Yes. There was no other option. He ended up NOT eating all the crap he ordered. But it did make for an entertaining story.


Now it's someone else's turn to play if they wish: Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” I will respond by asking you five questions in the comments here on this post so check back here. I get to pick the questions. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

In other news from Squaresville, my hoosier neighbor has a rooster roaming his yard/alley/neighborhood. It was given to his sister. I don't mind it, but I wish he had a pen for it.
Me and the St. Louis Craft Mafia will be in force at Gypsy Caravan on Memorial Day. Come see us and hang out in our tents.
I love Chicago. A lot.
It's raining!

Gross.

So, I'm standing at the kitchen window, eating grapes, and wishing it was a more reasonable temperature (i.e. NOT 34 degrees), when I spy a squirrel sitting on the fence, eating something red.
"Hmm.." I thought, "even if he did get into the compost bin, there wasn't anything red in there. Lemme get the binoculars."
The squirrel was eating a bird, and I can only hope that the wings were moving because it was very windy. He left bird parts on the fence. He had blood on his little mouth. I used to think he/she/they were cute, but now?
Who knew that squirrels were carnivores?

In other news, 2 of the girls who I wrote about in my diaries have found me on Myspace. Do I need to go back though ALL those posts and change names? I'm sure that they are mature enough to realize that we were just twerpy 13 year olds and time heals all wounds. Gah.
My regular computer died, and I am using M.'s old laptop hooked up to my regular monitor. Therefore, no gross pics of bird guts, but you know I would if I could.