Well, look at you. All dressed up in big sister's clothes.

Faith ,'End of Days'


Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


beth b - Jan 05, 2006 8:56:58 am PST #7865 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

ball skills - I fake it . no depth perception, so I do not get invovled in any of the local ball games no roller skateing. I did play the flute. can't now.

never could sign , but I do it all the time

cooking - I started learing at age 11 or 12.

driving - learned at 16, but didn't do it til I was 21.


Kathy A - Jan 05, 2006 8:58:20 am PST #7866 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

My high school had a few year span lasting through my freshman year of having a full-fledged musical for the spring play, and a review for the fall play. With my untrained singing voice, I was really happy that they went back to doing dramatic plays in the fall starting my sophomore year (got the semi-lead of the evil stepmother/murder victim in Appointment with Death and played the Apothecary in Romeo and Juliet). Played in the orchestra for On the Town freshman year, did lights for Brigadoon sophomore year, and got in that Pajama Game chorus junior year.


Nutty - Jan 05, 2006 8:58:52 am PST #7867 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

My dad had a piano at his house, and he would have been so pleased if I'd actually learned much piano-playing, but since I grew up to have hands too small to stretch an octave, I don't feel that bad about not actually giving a shit about formal music instruction. I pick out tunes by ear, with whatever fingering I like, and that's enough.

I can hear music a lot better than I can reproduce it, but I can carry a tune. Actually, I was vaguely unaware that tone-deafness existed, till I went to college and really really tried to teach friends to sing. There were two of them who were like the ita krav lesson: I sang a middling note, and they were supposed to sing exactly what they heard, and they thought they were doing that, but sounded completely wrong.


brenda m - Jan 05, 2006 9:00:46 am PST #7868 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I don't remember not knowing how to swim or feeling totally comfortable in the water. I think my mom had me in lessons before I was a year old, really, and I swam competitively all through middle- and high-school. It's so weird to me to even think about that not being a comfortable environment. I mean, I know it's hard for some people, but for me, it was like, I don't know, walking.

OTOH, I've never come close to doing a cartwheel, and wasn't great at most ball-related (shut up) activities when I was young. I think I'm actually better now because I'm more comfortable in my body than I was then. Huh. Now I'm thinking about it, I think that had a lot to do with my ease in the water, too - a different kind of coordination being used.


Jesse - Jan 05, 2006 9:00:56 am PST #7869 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I can glue macaroni on a picture frame like a motherfucker.

Har!!

But I can't imagine how ducking your face into the water is affected by your buoyancy. It seems weird.

It makes sense to me: Being more buoyant means you feel less like you could drown. Face in water = feeling like drowning, if you don't know what you're doing.


Daisy Jane - Jan 05, 2006 9:01:00 am PST #7870 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

never could sign , but I do it all the time

Sing? I'm guessing? Though I'm amused at the idea of not knowing the sign language for stuff and just making it up.


sarameg - Jan 05, 2006 9:02:12 am PST #7871 of 10002

My reenactment did not soothe her.

Oh dear.

I just recalled faux turquoise potato necklaces. Uhg.


Kathy A - Jan 05, 2006 9:03:56 am PST #7872 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

My mom's tone-deaf, and at least is aware of it (of course, she can't avoid it when her kids are giving her abuse for singing during Mass). Dad, OTOH, is a great singer, and the two of us love to sing along to his John Denver and Kingston Trio tapes in the car.

My brother's got his three kids really involved in music--I've bragged here before about the 15-y.o. nephew's playing six different stringed instruments as well as drums and piano, and the 12-y.o. niece is a wonderful pianist, cellist, and gorgeous singer as well. The 8-y.o. is more into sports, but he still takes drums and guitar lessons.


beth b - Jan 05, 2006 9:04:18 am PST #7873 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

never could sign , but I do it all the time

shall I add spelling and typing to the things I can't do well.....

I was not at all into crafts as a kid. boreing. now, I bead. the head space is what I didn't have as a kid.


Daisy Jane - Jan 05, 2006 9:04:28 am PST #7874 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

What are those?

ETA: that was re turqoise by way of potato...never mind. I think I got it

beth, if there were the opposite of a spelling bee, I think I could beat you.