I was tagged, it's not my fault.

And by a friend whose tag I can't ignore, cause I love 'er.

So now I'm supposed to try to be creative and say Six Weird Things About Me. This should be the easiest task I've been given since kindergarten. Let's give this thing a whirl.

1. I don't have to in order to feel normal or anything, but I will enjoy it more if I have every single piece of cereal baptized in the milk before I begin eating a bowl of cereal.

2. Like the biggest poser going, I will soon adopt the accent/verbal mannerisms of pretty much anyone with whom I am talking. When talking to my Swiss exchange student friend in high school, I would break my English in the same manner she did. Lame-a-zoid. If I am talking to a Cape Bretoner, I sound like one. If I talk to my mother-in-law, I sound like I am from Guysborough. Irish people, English people, German, you name it. It is really annoying, now that I am aware of it and can't manage to control or curb it.

3. I think I am prettier backwards. Allow me to explain. You know how both sides of our faces are different, and we are not as symmetrical as we may think? If you switch those sides, you can actually look quite different, which is how you see yourself in the mirror. I think I am prettier the backwards way I look in the mirror than the way the rest of the world sees me.

4. If your name is Mum, I will kill you, no matter how hard I try not to. Chrysanthemum that is. I have a number of house plants that are flourishing and content, but have bought any number of mums of many varieties, all of whose days were numbered once they entered my care.

5. I don't know if it's a borderline phobia or what, but at least thus far, I have been totally unable to swim. I have taken classes, both public and private, and have never made any headway. I have concluded that I have a lead bum.

6. I think I'm part black. I must look like a huge idiot when I dance, both for fun and during worship at church. My whitey adaptations of ghetto boogie are, like my affected accents, so deeply entrenched, I am unsure if I could stop. It's almost like involuntary motion. *sigh* Also, if I could sing like them, I'd never shut up.

How's that for a flying freak flag, Mary?

I could present a plethora of humourous anecdotes here now, but none of them would be appropriate, as all my readers are not female. Let me just say, that pregnancy does some of the most hilarious things to and with one's body.

I've had sugar issues of late. Eating more chocolate than I have in a year, and never really having enough. I've also discovered that I can enjoy decaf black tea with only a hint of honey and no milk.

I attended the first part of a 2-part Evolution/Creation lecture last night. It was really good, in my opinion. It was presented by a Creationist, which I too am, so I found it great. However, the large percentage of university Evolutionists in attendance were less impressed and he faced quite the onslaught in the question/answer period that followed. It felt really funny to be sitting in a university classroom again, especially with the big belly I am currently toting. Conventiently, though, there was a cutout in the chair's desktop that allowed me easy entry. I wondered if people thought I was a knocked-up student or what. I will be 7 months prego as of the 21st of this month. Wowy. Time flies!

My baby fever is heating up though, to my excitement. It took a while to set in, but I'm sure glad it has!

For some visual stimulation, since I'm not cool enough to know how to do myself a new blog skin, I'll here post a new pic or 2 of Anna, eating her banana at lunch a couple days ago. She's still working on perfecting the fake smile, as you can see. She will be 3 next month.