What? I hate tag!

Beth at The Confused Homemaker (which you should try out if you haven’t because she’s smart and funny and all) tagged me the other day.  Thanks, Beth.  Really, thanks.  I’ve been beating my head since trying to figure out seven things I haven’t said in my blog.  I’ve come up with two, so I figured I just throw myself off a cliff and see what I can figure out while I write.

1.  I fight coming out from under anesthesia.  I’ve been under twice, and when I come out, I want out.  I sit up; I throw the mask off; and woe to the medical assistants and nurses that try to restrain me.  I push, punch, shove.  I think that probably should be in my medical records.

2.  I can twist my tongue so it looks like a C.  It’s a natural gift, but when I had tongue surgery as a kid, I had to work on it to get it back.

 3.  I can’t whistle.  No matter how hard I try, I can’t.

 4.  Speaking of whistles, my parents have a certain tune they whistled to get us kids to come.  My parents didn’t want to shout out our names in public, so this is what they decided to do.  It worked like a charm, carrying across crowded, loud public places.  The problem is when I hear it now I still stop what I’m doing and listen before realizing I’m an adult and I’m not shopping with my parents.

 5.  I slept with my teddy bear in to high school, only stopping because he was getting really beat up.  I never would kiss him in fear that I might slobber on him, so I sniffed his fur instead.  I also dressed him in a dress, even though he was a boy.

6.  I missed graduating with honors by a thousandth of a point.  But I did convince them to announce that I was graduating with honors when I received my diploma, so my family could here it.  That’s all that matters, right?  That and why the hell couldn’t they round up?

 7.  I’ve stolen from Disneyland.  I’m not proud of it now, but back when I was in college and going to Disneyland every week, my best friend and I would go to New Orleans Square, go into the pirate store and steal a plastic jewel every time we went.  They were charging 7 bucks for a tiny little bag of them; we were robbing from the rich.  Apparently they’ll let you still up to $100 of stuff before stopping you, though it’s a rumor I never tested.

Now I have to tag seven other people who you should all read and they should all attempt this.

1. Ink (because she always seems to give me homework)

2. Jane (because I think she’ll do it)

3. Gibby (but I’m not sure she’ll do it)

4. Evenshine (who I think will do it)

5. Dumb Mom (because I dare her to do it)

6. Incognito Mom (because I think she should do it)

7. You (because some of you are hoping to be tagged and I just can’t read minds yet but I’m working on it)

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236 Things . . .

No, just kidding.  Why would I torture you?  So I’ve always wanted to do one of those one hundred things list, and I didn’t do one when I did my hundredth post.  But it looks fun.  And it’s easier than phoning it in because I really need to call a bunch of places, and I have to cut out hearts for Valentine projects, and I have to call my parents because I didn’t yesterday and they may assume the worse.  Ok, my mom would assume the worse, and my dad will say I was busy.  Parents.  So here it goes.

 

  1. I lettered nine times in high school.
  2. Three times in swimming.
  3. Three times in drama.
  4. Three times in academics.
  5. My husband thinks that was too easy.
  6. He was a football player in high school.
  7. One year, JV
  8. I think he’s jealous.
  9. Yes, I do have a letterman jacket.
  10. I wore it with pride.
  11. Yes, I can swim circles around my husband.
  12. I was a breaststroker.
  13. I am impressed with Michael Phelps.
  14. Or any one who can do the butterfly well.
  15. I hate the butterfly stroke.
  16. I feel like I’m going to drown.
  17. I was a drama nerd.
  18. I owned the shop.
  19. I was a tyrant.
  20. I was nicknamed “tyrant” in college.
  21. In a creative writing class.
  22. Yes, it’s a funny story.
  23. Yes, maybe I will post that one day.
  24. I’m also addicted to sugar.
  25. In college, I did sugar shots.
  26. Yes, I realize that was unhealthy and crazy.
  27. I was straight edge.
  28. Well, except the sex thing.
  29. Now we know my mom will read this.
  30. She prefers to remain in the dark.
  31. I promise you I’ve had fewer partners than my brother, Mom.
  32. That just disturbed her.
  33. That’ll teach her for reading my blog.
  34. Or any one else.
  35. I had a kiddie pool in my dorm room.
  36. With water.
  37. I wanted it to break.
  38. So that they would have to publish “no kiddie pools” in the dorm rules.
  39. And freshmen would be like “Who the hell would do that?”
  40. I seek shallow immortality.
  41. I hung a dog collar with a bell on the statue of the school mascot.
  42. It was a panther.
  43. I instructed all freshmen to call it the Kitty.
  44. Hey, it’s better than the Pussy.
  45. Yes, my best friend and I debated that for hours.
  46. I stole signs with my best friend.
  47. Including the Republican Headquarters 3 by 6 Bush Cheney 2000 sign.
  48. We didn’t own a car.
  49. We had to run it the several blocks back to our dorm room.
  50. We didn’t get caught.
  51. We did get caught dying the fountain with red Kool-Aid
  52. And put on probation for the semester.
  53. We were both honor students.
  54. And active in our separate church organizations.
  55. They didn’t catch us the other times we messed with the fountain.
  56. Or when we made all the exit signs of the parking structure blink.
  57. Didn’t I mention I was straight-edge without a car in college?
  58. Ok, this is harder than I thought.
  59. I was named after a heroine in a romance novel my mom was reading when she was pregnant.
  60. She doesn’t remember the name of the book.
  61. The rest of my family was convinced I would be a boy.
  62. I’m descended from a long line of eldest boys.
  63. My mom was sure I was a girl.
  64. She refused to pick out a boy name.
  65. My dad insists he would have named me Ebenezer.
  66. I’m glad I’m a girl.
  67. I was a girly girl.
  68. Until second grade.
  69. I decided I wanted to play softball.
  70. My parents couldn’t believe it.
  71. It was downhill from there.
  72. I’ve played basketball and volleyball too.
  73. I’m really not that great of an athlete.
  74. I’m a daydreamer.
  75. I “wrote” my first story at 4.
  76. It was twenty pages of scribbles with the occasional picture.
  77. I had an imaginary best friend.
  78. I had her longer than is healthy.
  79. I had a whole imaginary world.
  80. Have you ever scene Heavenly Creatures?
  81. I wasn’t that crazy.
  82. Well, I did think I was an anime cartoon for a summer.
  83. In high school.
  84. Yes, I have been to a shrink.
  85. Why do you ask?
  86. Seriously, I was suicidal my senior year in high school.
  87. I got counseling.
  88. What helped the most was having my schedule shaken for two weeks.
  89. I don’t know why it worked.
  90. My mom refuses to acknowledge that I was suicidal.
  91. I went to a counselor in college too.
  92. That helped a lot.
  93. Let’s not end this on a downer.
  94. I have a library of over two hundred books and growing.
  95. I have no nicknames that I like.
  96. I don’t have any tattoos yet.
  97. I’m planning one after my last kid.
  98. I should have pierced my belly button before kids.
  99. I always wanted to dye my hair bright blue.
  100. I plan to do that when I turn 65.

A random post

I just got my new cell phone.  I ordered it online because we all know a toddler can really tear up a cell phone store.  I made sure I could get the most expensive free one I could.  One grade higher than my husband’s fancy, nice phone.  Does that make me sound competitive, immature, or materialistic?  I’m hoping for competitive.  So now I have to spend some time playing with it.  On top of all the chores that need to be done before my parents and my grandma get here tomorrow.  I know.  I know.  They know I have little kids, and they had little kids, so they don’t expect a perfectly clean house.  But I still have to put something together, right?  Besides my grandma hasn’t been to my house in years, and she’s never stayed overnight.  And of course, Sean is teething and NEEDS to be held, so I really should be getting things done while they nap instead of blogging.  But I feel bad that I haven’t been able to read all my favorite blogs in two days and all the blogs of people who have been so kind as to write on my blog.  I swear I’m getting to you.  I’m just a slow reader, but I do have an incredible retention rate, so I’ll be able to tell my husband and best friend everything I read.  Ok.  Now you know what my emails look like.  For all you non-English majors, we call this “stream of consciousness.”