A long time ago JKE
tagged me left a comment on my blog informing me that I had been tagged and then proceeded to use a smilie. It has taken me almost two months to forgive him; that and the fact that the man is relocating to Embu to do good work for NO pay…(thanks for passing the meme and congratulations on the internship dude!)
So here it is 6 weird facts about me….but first the rules:
- Post six weird facts/habits about yourself. These cannot be used against you later on.
- At the bottom name the six people you will tag next.
- Leave them a comment to let them know they’ve been tagged and to read your blog.
- I do not and never have owned a microwave. Much to the shock and amazement of friends and family who upon finding this out always ask the same question, ‘so how do you reheat or warm your food?’ What do you mean how do I reheat or warm my food? The same way I learnt how to; by placing the food in a sufuria (trans. cooking pot/pan) place the sufuria on top of one of the four cooker hobs, light the hob, cover the sufuria, et voila in five minutes time my meal is ready. Of course this only leads to the usual ‘ooh but that is so much work!’ To which I silently mutter, ‘Maybe but it certainly beats blasting cancer rays into my food’
- I do not like belly buttons. Actually it is not that I don’t like them, I just can’t find the English equivalent of how they make me feel. When I see a belly button (innie or outie) I feel what in Kikuyu is known as thithii (not sure if that is the correct spelling) The English equivalent would be the feeling some people get when they hear nails dragged across a blackboard. Belly buttons make my skin crawl.
- I am not a shopper. Contrary to the stereotype of women being addicted to clothes/shoe shopping, I can not stand shopping. I only buy clothes as when and I need them and I do not leave the house unless I have a clear plan of the shop (note singular use of the word) that I shall be going to and what I intend to buy. I abhor aimless browsing, especially when done under the pretext that one might find something. Even when armed with a purpose I still find shopping such a chore and I recall one particularly traumatic event. In 1999 I visited New York and on my mother’s orders I went to Macy’s to buy clothes, shoes and other random items for every member of my immediate family. That little outing made me physical ill and I remember suffering the worst migraine to date. There is only one thing that will send me to the shops….
- As seen on TV. If something is advertised on TV, I will buy it. Clearly there are some limitations, actually only one limitation – I don’t have enough money to buy everything that I see advertised. That said, with the little I have, I have managed to stock up on a range of items, mainly household cleaning products. 9 out of 10 ten times the stuff I end up buying is junk but every so often I find that one item that becomes a permanent fixture.
- I will never make an OSCAR judge. No matter how good a movie is, I am guaranteed to forget everything about it as soon as the end credits have finished rolling. It is as if I have had my memory zapped by one of those Men In Black torch thingies. It is only when I begin re-watching a movie that I get the odd flashback. The only trouble is I can’t stand re-watching movies. I have got to the stage where I just don’t bother with films at all and I only make it to the cinema about twice a year (thrice if it is a Harry Potter year).
- Elephants make me laugh. I love love love elephant jokes. It doesn’t matter if I have heard the joke before, I will still laugh as though I was hearing it for the first time. As I have reached the end of my list I shall sign off with an elephant joke I found at wikipedia
Q: How do you get an elephant into the fridge?
A: 1. Open door. 2. Insert elephant. 3. Close door.
Q: How do you get a giraffe into the fridge?
A: 1. Open door. 2. Remove elephant. 3. Insert giraffe. 4. Close door.
Q: The king of the jungle, the lion, decided to have a party. He invited every animal in the jungle, but one didn’t come. Which one?
A: The giraffe, because it was stuck in the fridge.
Q: Two explorers attempt to cross a crocodile-infested stream. How do they manage to get across?
A: They just wade across. The crocodiles are at the lion’s party.
In keeping with the spirit of this meme I kindly request that the following people have a go: