My new friend Tiggerlane has tagged me with a meme. Now I generally ignore these things not only because I'm not about readership, but because I never have enough hours in the day. I do have readers, honest I do, but most of them don't blog, they lurk. Don't get me wrong, I love lurkers. I'm a Scorpio so evidently I am being true to form when I delight in the mystery of who checks in most everyday from Beijing and San Antonio and London and Florida. I sometimes try to guess who they are, maybe that man at the bar that I gave my blog address before I fled to my room, maybe the green peace lady I met on the plane, perhaps family members that aren't telling they know, or even an old lover or two, now that would be sweet. I appreciate them, along with my little blogging family, but I do not write for them. Writing has always been because I need to, because I love to, because if I don't the words sit inside me and turn to stagnant pools log jammed and straining to break free.
That said, I am back to my friend Tiggerland, a most charming lady. We have daughters in common, hers ten years younger than mine. Whatever is dissimilar or congruent in the lives we lead, when she talks about her offspring she sounds just like me talking about my girl. I'm quite sure we would be the best of friends in real life and whatever flaws I have it could never be said that I am not a loyal and supportive friend. This is just for you Tigger.
Meme:
2 Post the rules on your blog. (unlike Tigger, I only read the rules so I can break them)
3 Write six random things about yourself (see below).
4 Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them (sorry, but forgiveness is easier to get than permission).
5 Let each person know they've been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6 Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
Now for the randomness, in no particular order.
1. A friend shared something with me a few weeks ago and then added, "Please don't write about this." I told him not to worry because while it looks like my life must be an open book, I am hiding in plain sight. He who has an ear to hear let him hear.
2. I have made eight wedding cakes at this juncture, all for friends and family. Several had to be vegan, one vegan and wheat free, one vegan and wheat free and soy free and tree nut free.
3. I am a yellow dog democrat.
4. I hate coupons. If they wanted to save me money they would just make stuff cheaper. Duh.
5. I have a pair of jeans hanging on my refrigerator door. They are one size smaller than I now wear. I will be wearing them one week from tomorrow, so no cake for me thanks.
6. I don't do windows.
Now, sorry darlin', but you're it. You will notice that math is not my strong suit.
I am totally out of time and need to go to work!!!
Thank you SO MUCH for doing this! And yes, we lead similar lives. I think we need to find M@ and get him drunk at some point. He likes the drunk.
ReplyDeleteI'm restricting calories on my diet...and trying to feel comfortable in my jeans again. And DEMOCRATS! WOOHOO!
Sweetie if there is one thing M@ needs no help doing it's getting drunk, but we should get together if you come to this side of the continent. I'm afraid I only did this meme half assed because I had to leave. I forgot to notify the tag-ees or the tagger. Fortunately they are frequent visitors and may have figured it out on their own by now. It did give me a topic to write about and a bit of motivation to fit it into my schedule.
ReplyDeleteBTW, Diet restrictions and two hours at the gym each day have already removed 5 of the ugly pounds I have been angry about, so I'm half way up the mountain.
You ladies want to get me drunk. Hmmmmm.....
ReplyDeleteWe are the women your mother warned you about darlin'
ReplyDeleteOooh! I'm so honored!!!
ReplyDelete1. I quite often forget to put on deoderant. Sorry.
2. I like to pee in the woods. I feel so outdoorsy!
3. I have an imaginary personal assistant. (I think David came up with her. It seems to work, though.) Her name is Anna. She is SO wise.
4. I run into things. A lot. Like doorframes, counters, chairs, etc. Last month I put a bruise on my forehead because I bent down to pick up a sock and banged my head on a doorknob. Day before yesterday I spilled glasses of water four times. I once broke a toe running into the back of a child's boot. Yeah. The kid was wearing the boot.
5. I have a kissing addition. I'm addicted to kissing little kids on the head. It feels like a compulsion, but when I hug them and they're so sweet, I just can't help it. Babies too. You've been warned.
6. I can move REALLY large pieces of furniture by myself. Once I moved a solid wood cabinet (about 7 or 8 feet tall, four feet wide and three feet deep) from my craft room to the road, where I put a free sign on it. I use baby steps and small rugs. I'm actually very proud of this ability. Maybe in another life, I helped with those pyramids.