hmmm, it seems Stephanie has tagged me. For those of you who may read this and do not know who Stephanie is, she was/is one of my greatest friends of adolescence. We are not in regular communication, except through our blogs, but we have a great deal of love for each other. She was there for me during my excruciatingly painful first love and for that she will always hold a place of great esteem in my heart. I don't know if this "tagging" business is a blog thing, or an email thing that has gone blog, or some sort of Relief Society tool gone wrong, but what the heck - Stephanie is one of the roughly five people that read this, so i will accept. Seven random things you may or may not know about me.
1. I have a homemade tattoo. I used to self-mutilate in high school & young adulthood, and one time i thought "What would happen if I rubbed some india ink in it?" What happened is that I have a vaguely blue scar that I have to explain every time a doctor sees me half-naked. Since our insurance changes just about every year, that's been a lot of doctors.
2. I've always wanted to go to Iran. I read Richard Halliburton's Second Book of Marvels: the Orient as a little girl and it pretty much ruined me. If I had been born male I would almost certainly have lived a very different life, but I had too much fear drilled into me about being a single female traveling around, and too much responsibility for others drilled into me as well. But I've always wanted to go to the Mysterious East and travel the deserts and the mountains. Obviously political and economical changes have occurred since Mr. Halliburton ventured into the Orient, and so even though the place still calls me i am afraid to go.
3. I'm kind of afraid of snow. Not all snow; I'm afraid of deep snow and snowstorms in the high mountains. That kind of stuff kills people! Being raised exclusively in the dry southwest didn't help much.
4. My most selfish and vain desires are: to have some sort of skin-smoothing chemical treatment done on my acne scarring, to get some unwanted hair lasered off, or to get really good hair extensions. My hair is dense and fine, and I can't do a dang thing with it. But those are all vain wastes of money.
5. I have Pica. My favorite smell is the smell of wet concrete or dirt, just as it's beginning to rain and sometimes the smell lasts even after the rain has stopped. I love it and my body tells me "Eat that!" But I can't exactly get down and lick the ground. I know I'm almost certainly iron deficient (apparently this is the #1 cause of Pica) and have been trying to remember to take my daily vitamins. But still the desire to eat clay or cement or whatever continues and occasionally drives me to distraction. Yup, I know it's weird.
6. I've had hypothermia. I got it while attempting to cross through Donohue Pass on our ill-fated attempt at hiking the John Muir Trail, back in 2003. We got caught in a hail/sleet storm, i got soaked to the skin, and was shivering uncontrollably within 10 minutes. Dan totally saved my life - got me stripped, got warm food into me, and kept me warm all night as i shivered.
7. I'm a heretic. A loyal heretic, but heretic nonetheless. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say I'll almost certainly never be called to teach Gospel Doctrine at church. We have this one guy in our ward (we'll call him Brother X) who used to be one of the GD teachers. He would never stick to the the manual, and he gave these lessons that were so totally outside the range of what you typically get in our church - esoteric, philosophical, cross-referenced with obscure sources. I LOVED it. But people would grumble about it, and one deliciously hard-nosed old lady said "He's on the path to Hell and he's bringing us along with him." He isn't assigned to the GD class anymore, but still occasionally teaches in priesthood, and Dan comes home to tell me all the things people muttered about him during the lesson. He knows it makes me laugh and laugh. I've never really talked with Brother X, so I don't think he knows I'm sympathetic. We may have completely different opinions & takes, not be the same kinds of heretics at all, but I'm always sympathetic toward my fellows. I think God is big enough to handle differences of opinion - it all gets sorted out in the end.
Gads, that was hard. I'm not going to tag anybody, because I don't like to perpetuate internet phenomenons, and because I'm not sure that many people actually read this, anyway. I'll just close by saying we have found the diesel suburban we've been looking for. it's in Mesa AZ and my wonderful cousin Don is buying it for us. We'll fly out to Phoenix next Friday night (are you reading this, Steph?) and pick it up.