Ruth tagged me for the 7 weird things meme. I did this once before, but this time I'm going to follow her lead and give you 7 weird physical things about myself. As she so eloquently put it, Ewwwww.
1. If I were a chicken I'd be labeled "Parts missing." Specifically, wisdom teeth, eye teeth, uterus, and ovaries. All extracted. I still have my tonsils and appendix, though.
2. When I was in high school I thought it would be really cool to be able to bend my index fingers only at the last joint, so when I had mono and was confined to bed for what seemed like forever I practiced until I could do it with the index fingers of both hands. I still can, but tragically no one ever asks for a demonstration. But you get one anyway.
3. My hay fever, which developed in junior high, was (not surprisingly) worst the year I lived in a basement apartment. Happily I seem to have outgrown it.
4. When our older son was born I had the worst of both worlds: 18 hours of labor, including an hour of pushing, then having a c-section. Good times. What I didn't know until later was that the anesthetist gives the mom the least possible amount of anesthesia until the surgeon cuts the cord; that way there is less possibility of the baby suffering undo effects, I guess. Anyway, I was out cold until the surgeon started cutting; then I could hear my husband chatting with the nurses (he is an RN and had worked with some of them) and feel the knife. It didn't hurt -- just felt like the edge of the blade was pressed against my abdomen -- but I was completely freaked. Yo! Awake here! Somebody! Wanna be unconscious! I could feel my husband holding my hand so I kept trying to squeeze it so he would realize I was at least semiconscious. No luck. My awareness apparently lasted only a few seconds because I was not aware of the actual birth.
5. (I'm running out here so I will expand this to include my family.) My older son had an expander to widen his upper jaw when he was about 8, but he later absolutely refused to have braces to correct his overbite. Said overbite is not apparent, but he can stick his tongue out even when his jaws are closed, by sliding his tongue over the top of the bottom incisors, down behind the front ones, and out.
6. Our younger son can stick out his tongue and touch it to the tip of his nose. Whether this will make him popular with the ladies is something I do not wish to consider.
7. My husband and older son are both left-handed. Both had somewhat traumatic births (see above), which I think I read somewhere can caused left-handedness. Our younger son and I are both right-handed, although I am a bit ambidextrous.
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As a reward for wading through the above blather, here is a gratuitous mitten shot.
I have it on good authority, however, that the kids in Bartlesville, OK have appendages on their hands that require the knitter to create an appropriate cover for them. Damn. I hate to knit thumbs.
