Eight Strange Things
As if eight random wasn’t enough, Annette tagged me for eight strange things, not sure if it’s the same as the eight random things but I’ll try to make things strange enough.
First, you have to include the rules: You have to list eight strange items and tag eight new people, letting them know to read your blog and jump into the game.
1. Just today I contemplated calling the Dr. Phil show to feature my dysfunctional extended family.
2. I was proposed to by several Africans while living in Nigeria, and turned them all down because I couldn’t see myself living in the bush.
3. I love eba and egusi stew and you eat it with your fingers. If you don’t know what it is, ask a Nigerian.
4. When I was in Italy for 6 weeks I had a constant headache, must have been all the translating, and one day I woke up out of a dead siesta sleep and spoke to my Italian cousin in English. She looked at me like I was crazy. I also tried translating Madonna’s song “get into the grove” to a bunch of Italian teens at the sea side. When I pointed to a crack in the sidewalk, they just couldn’t understand why Madonna was wanting to get into the crack on the ground.
5. While in Italy my two American cousins visited and were on this no sugar kick, so like an idiot I joined in NEVER tasting Italian gelato (ice cream.)
6. Also, while in Italy me and said cousins got “Lost in Pompeii.” It was pretty funny,actually. We went to snap a photo and joined our group afterwards, but noticed the tour guide wasn’t speaking English, so we ran through the cobblestone streets of Pompeii, snapping photos off the tour route and ended up in this room with a petrified body. When we turned around, we were standing right next to our tour group.
7. In junior high I braided my long hair, wore a feather in it, and dressed like an Indian. It was not Halloween, and I have no idea why I did it.
8. In college I wrote a rap song, wore big hair, and performed it in front of the Imperials.
Okay, weird enough? I didn’t think I could manage it, but once I was on a role the memories kept coming.
