|5 things meme
||[Feb. 24th, 2009|09:26 am]
Here are the five things suggested by </a></font></b></a>uberreiniger
When I lived in Washington state, I had goats. I started with a kinder goat (half alpine half pygmy) and her kid, Jazz. By the time I sold the herd I was up to a buck (Blizzard, named by my daughter, a nubian), Almond Joy (a Lamancha [type of spanish goat with basically no external ears, they are very sweet natured], her son Rocky Road (half lamancha/half nubian, and yes there was a candy bar theme in that particular bloodline), Dargo (chocolate brown lamancha wether [neutered male] who was bottled raised and thought he was a dog), Varia (my original goat) and her kid, Sprite (half kinder/half nubian with nubian drop ears), and Jazz (who was a baby when I started and her kid, Cocoa Bean (half kinder/half nubian with kinder ears [which are more upright].
I got them at my landlord's suggestion since she had goats on her property to keep down the blackberries vines which will grow over you during the rainy season if you don't step out of their reach fast enough. Goats love to eat the brambles, but oddly enough, not the berries.
Sigh. I miss my goats! I am evilly plotting to get them back!
Hmm, this one is more of a challenge. Although I am very cynical now, I was a romantic idealist, as I suspect that many cynics are in the beginning. I believe that everyone in the world is entitled to a roof over their heads, food and clean water, and medical care, period. No excuses, that should be the minimum care tolerated by societies.
I know I make many of the leftists look conservative.
that little blue car of yours.
when I first moved to Seattle, my car was hit and totaled in front of my apartment, by a guy driving an expensive sports car that he didn't even own because he was too busy playing with his mustache in the rearview to notice that he was about to plow into a line of parked cars. That is what he told the cop who showed up to take the report. It was labor day weekend and I was freaking out trying to figure out how to get to work on Tuesday. With the tiny bit of money I managed to bully out of the insurance company, I bought my little Festiva. The gentleman I bought it from had moved to Seattle from Hungary, he worked for Boeing. I didn't care for it at first, but I grew to love that silly blue car. But I hauled hay in it, cob in it, goats in it, sheepdogs in it. It gets amazing gas mileage and has almost 280k in mileage on it. I wish I had bought a second one when I had the chance! I think there's probably still hay in the back of it somewhere!
living in different cities
I grew up moving every 18 to 36 months. I realized some time in high school, that I have been more places than most of my friends would ever travel too and was stunned when my friend who was going to visit her sister in Kansas asked me what kind of mountains they had there (she had never been outside of the southwest and didn't know that not every place has mountains). I hated being dragged around when I was growing up, but now as an adult I realize how much all that traveling shaped who I am.
Every couple of years, I still get the urge to pack everything up and haul it across the country, preferably to some place I haven't been before.
I learned to knit a long time ago, but just recently I have decided to try some new things, like knitting hats and socks. I guess there is a lifetime quota on how many scarves you can knit!! So now I have to try other things.
While I like to knit, if I really need to relax, I prefer to spin. Its almost mediative for me, after having spun a lot of yarn in Washington, with a drop spindle and later with a spinning wheel, it was something that my dr. there suggested because my job made me so tense. I have had a hard time hooking into the fiber community since I moved here. But I'm learning to find fleece on the interwebs.