Dude, I was in 4-H! I had a sewing project at the Blue Hill Fair! Silly little sisters not remembering their siblings' triumphs.
I can swim and like to, even for exercise since I can get so completely distracted by thinking that I don't notice I'm swimming. As opposed to, say, running, where I am simultaneously bored but too busy going "pain in lungs, cannot breathe, legs not so happy either" to be able to distract myself with thoughts. I don't like to swim in lakes because of icky bottoms, but am okay with the sea, although I don't swim so much as get buffeted in the surf zone.
I can ride a bike (but am afraid of cars), ice and roller skate with basic competence, throw, catch and hit balls and frisbees, again at a basic level. I cannot do a cartwheel to save my life, and couldn't even as a child. I can sing in tune okay, and dance okay, but neither are great talents. I am a decent pencil artist and once drew humping bunnies to be the clue for "multiplication" in Pictionary, seriously embarrassing my then 13-year old sister (not Nutty). It was a great picture but did not lead to the guessing of the clue.
We also had Future Farmers of America in our high school.
I never joined my school's Future Farmers of America chapter. I know you're all shocked.
Honestly, I don't need a card, I just wanted to make sure they didn't get stolen by the postal golems. (Yes, I just read Going Postal, why do you ask?)
My niece did 4H this year: she won a prize at the county fair for her apple pie, and for the beach-bag she made. And yes, very much an urban kid.
WTFF? 2006, I thought you were gonna be good to me?
Do I need to say it? I don't think I do. You gotta take 2006 by the horns and make it be good to you.
... perhaps I'll bring some rope to Escapade so you don't go home afterwards.
Dude, the church I grew up in does this to CHRISTMAS CAROLS. No Lord, no "him" when referring to Jesus. JESUS. A MAN. @@
Makes me batshit.
This year I suddenly found my hymnal free self
stymied
during "Joy to the World" (because who the hell doesen't know THAT) when "let men their songs employ" inexplicably became "let us our songs employ". What, for half a line we're in the first person? Then we switch back? Fuck you, man.
I had to go to a meeting or I would have said this earlier, Plei, your child broke me. I had to out myself to co-worker so I could show her your beautiful baby girl. The words "eat her up" were uttered.
To add my lurky voice to the conversation, I nearly drown in a neighbour's pool around the age of 4, then spent most of my childhood in swimming lessions until I got to the advanced stage where they had to fail me because I was too young to go to the next level. I did not take that well and never went back to lessons. However, I love to swim, and while my strokes aren't great anymore, I'm quite confident in the water. I like swimming in the ocean even though if I think too hard I get freaked out by all that water underneath me. I did go scuba diving in Mexico once, and loved it, once I got over the weirdness of breathing underwater. Underwater I can handle, but breathing down there is just weird.
Cartwheels - no. Biking - yes! I bought a used bike two years ago, after years of not riding, and it was exactly like riding a bicycle! I remembered straight away, although I didn't use it much last year. Now I'm recovering from a tendon injury, but hopefully I'll be able to get back on the bike this summer.
I suppose I can throw although I'm not terribly coordinated. I played the trumpet when I was younger, and in a community band about 4 years ago, and I sing. Oh, and I took piano lessons, for three years, until I quit because I hated to practice, and my mother is still bitter about that. I sometimes wish I still played, but at least I'm able to read music because of it.
So, there's a lot you didn't know about me! Now I need to go get sushi.
Oh, the fundraising...
Let's see: CCD fruit, chocolate, and raffle tickets; high school band oranges and grapefruit; and Catholic high school raffle tickets, which was the only one I sold well, because starting my sophomore year they rethought the incentive program--if you sold $20 over quota, you were able to wear jeans instead of the uniform skirt during the two weeks the girls went to the boys school while they closed down our school to turn it into a series of nightclubs for a major fundraising event. That year, the amount sold was 120% target, compared with barely making 80% in previous years.
This year I suddenly found my hymnal free self stymied during "Joy to the World" (because who the hell doesen't know THAT) when "let men their songs employ" inexplicably became "let us our songs employ". What, for half a line we're in the first person? Then we switch back? Fuck you, man.
I don't remember what it is now, but I can guarantee you the first line of Joy to the World at my church does not end "the Lord is come." Oy vey.
... perhaps I'll bring some rope to Escapade so you don't go home afterwards.
Kinky. Just tie me up with a DVD player in my line of sight. I won't need my arms if we get a beer helmet.
Dammit, I tried not to laugh, but failed....
SAYREVILLE, N.J. - Four teens stole 27 baby Jesus statues from nativity scenes outside churches and homes and planned to burn them, police said.
Two of the suspects, who ranged from 15 to 19 years old, said they acted out of boredom, authorities said.
"They were looking for things to do," Detective Ken Kelly said. "They told us, 'We were going to have a baby Jesus burning party.' "
One suspect told detectives, "We just wanted to see their heads burning," Kelly said.
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