Nancy tagged me to list 7 random/weird facts about myself:
1. Genetically, my eyes make no sense. My dad has blue eyes (along with his parents), my mom has dark brown eyes (as did her parents). My sisters have blue eyes. I have hazel/green eyes, and no one in the family has green eyes (NOT my eye, pic found here).
2.I love the movie Annie. I can sing all the songs, and whenever Annie sings the song 'Dumb Dog' to Sandy, I have to hold Mabel and pet her.
3. Whenever I go into a flea market, I always want to buy the most bizarre lighting fixtures. Take this one for instance. I have no idea what I'd do with it, and let's face it, it's a little odd. But I nearly came home with this the other day. Whew, close call.
4. My husband made me a CD of Vampire Weekend and I've listened to it over and over in my car for an entire week. I'm bad about that, I latch onto something and obsess about it. But they're good, a little old school Police meets Paul Simon meets a hint of Weezer. It sounds like summer to me.
5. My first name is Margaret. There has been a Margaret in every generation of our family since 1785. She was a sea captain's wife and came over from England. And you thought you felt pressure to pass on your grandparents names! (art by Charles Wysocki)
6. Whenever I'm by myself, especially when Matt works late, I listen to Tito Puente, cook black beans in the skillet and read back issues of Country Home. I have no idea when or where these traditions culminated, but I love them.
(photo found here)
7. In the summertime, Matt and I always take Mabel for walks in the evening. Now, I love doing this for my health, and because Mabel get's such a kick out of trying to scare the ducks at the lake. But, I have to confess I love looking in people's open windows. Now, I'm not talking stalker in-their-yard-standing-on-a-crate mode, but rather when we pass by and the front windows are open, I'm always fascinated at how different the insides of people's houses are. I find that sometimes the nicest houses, with the most pristine lawns and fancy cars, have the most vanilla decor inside. I'm always baffled by this. And yet, there's one little ranch house down by the lake (it's yard, like mine, leaves much to be desired) with the most delightful front window. It's always open, curtains pulled back. The walls have full bookshelves, and art. So interesting. Anyway, I guess this makes me a snoop. I'm also guessing some of us have this in common.