Seven random things about me:
1. I'm enamoured of a certain exit off of I-93 North (exit 37C). I think it's the most graceful exit ever built (pretty hard to describe - but it's very minimally supported and swoops out and above the freeway and as you curve it seems like you're going to launch into the heavens) , and my idea of modern art would be to blast some beautiful opera aria while taking the exit much faster than advised. [edit by Peter]
Here is google maps imagery of the exit ramp from above, although it doesn't capture its graceful swoop.
2. My lawn has no grass. My neighbors to either side also have grassless lawns, making me suspect it's nearly impossible to get it to grow because of the shade from all the trees. My kids get pretty dirty when they play outside, but hey, no mowing, right?
3. My fourth toe on my left foot is flat like unto a pancake, so much so that it halfway overlaps with the third toe. I was born this way, and my mom says that at one point my pediatrician speculated I may not even be able to walk without corrective surgery.
4. In high school I played soccer, tennis and ran track (hurdles, long jump, high jump, and 4 X 100 relay) without corrective surgery.
5. I have never been pulled over for breaking the law. (I'm knocking on my laminate wood computer desk as I type because I have a tendency to speed as I take certain exits...)
6. I'm sooo a night owl. It's slow torture for me to get up with my children, but Calvin has discovered that if he hits me with enough hard objects (this morning it was trucks but usually it's my shoes), I'll get up and put him in timeout. This makes him happy because I'm too angry to go back to bed.
7. I'm afraid of lightening. I was camping with my friend M on a barren hill and a terrible storm rose up in the night. We realized we need to evacuate to lower ground and M's hair got caught in the tent zipper as lightening struck all around us. I cut off her stuck hair with her leather(wo)man and we escaped, but just barely.
Tag, you're it: anyone who reads this and so desires to make a random list.
That's right, the first snow of the year is falling (and sticking). We spent the morning watching out the window and I played just about every Christmas song I have. Now I need a roaring fire (contained to the fireplace), hot cocoa and the Carpenter's Christmas album. 
Happy birthday to my sister Laura who lives nearby. I decided to build her a red velvet cake, which usually involves a whole bottle of red food coloring. In order to avoid the toxic chemical that is red food coloring, I brilliantly decided to substitute beet juice (the reddest natural thing I could think of). Well, we had brown velvet beet cake (Bryn helped me with clean up).
We scattered bread crumbs on our balcony rail to try to attract some of the beautiful birds we see flitting around. A fat squirrel found our bird offerings, and scampered happily down the rail eating everything along the way. Eventually, he got so full he had to stop and take a breather, but then he just dove in for more. I know, I'm irresponsible for habituating the wildlife, but Bryn and Calvin were glued to the window for once instead of the TV (rainy days are hard on them). One thing at a time, right?
