Bingerina’s Weblog

Chaotic Randomness, a.k.a.  A look inside a Ninja’s brain:

When I was 13 years old, I wrote a full dictionary of words I made up (or ones that already existed that I changed the meanings of).

If I am in my car alone, then I HAVE to be singing.   My most favorite song to sing is La Vie Boheme, but only in my car.  I know every. single. word.

I feel like I should come with some kind of disclaimer so I don’t hurt people’s feelings when they interact with me.  I have the uncanny ability to say the WRONG thing at the WRONG time to the WRONG person nearly every time I open my mouth.

Bar-b-que chips are my favorite, though I really don’t enjoy eating the actual chip… I’d really just prefer to lick the seasoning off of them

If I could wear just one thing every day, it would be my favorite old cotton skirt and shirt.   In fact, if the outfit was perpetually clean and it never got cold outside, I just might wear it everyday.

Compliments and praise make me dizzy and anxious and really gets my blood pressure up.   I am perfectly fine to roll along through life, just doing my own thing, making others and myself happy through dance and photography.  When people start saying really nice things about my work, I suddenly become super self-conscious.  Knowing that people think I am good at my art has the potential to change my art and that scares me.   Sometimes, oblivious and invisible is blissfully better than noticed and appreciated.    Sometimes.  (I really just need to learn to be more gracious.)

I have a serious q-tip addiction.  I have GOT to stop using so many q-tips a day or I am going to damage my ears!

I love the way little kids smell when they come in from playing outside… like sweaty little puppies.  “Playing Outside” has a very distinctive scent… if someone bottled that, I would buy it (not wear it (ew), but just have it around in case I feel lazy or nostalgic).

My sense of humor can be so dry, I am only actually funny in my own head.  To people who don’t already love me, I am just an insensitive jack ass.  Or a weirdo.

I suck at housework of any kind, but I cannot function when my house is messy.  So I guess that means I cannot function most of the time.

Most people don’t believe me, but my dog (Beau) and I have a secret language.  He gets me.  I get him.  I won’t reveal all of our secrets, but I will say that he refers to himself  as “The Beau-Dawg”.  He’s also quite funny.

I absolutely loathe talking on the phone.  I want to be able to see the person’s face.  To read their lips.  To hug them hello and good-bye instead of just saying it.

The food I crave constantly is my momma’a homemade salsa and chips.  Whenever I get my hands on some, it disappears in a blink and I DO NOT share.  Don’t even ask.

Shoes are only perfect when they are old, ugly, and don’t match anything.

Off to help sick hubby not starve or thirst to death….

Bing

Ninja Thought for Today:

You should never spin as someone tells you to.  It is your body that is spinning.  This idea is called “owning your spin”.

From the International Order of Ninjas Handbook