Old School Blogging
Remember when our blogs used to tell the story of us as individuals? Here’s a meme that goes back to that basic information share. I present you with the awesomeness that is me answering questions — ABOUT ME.
A. Attached or Single? Tethered fo’ life (or death, determined by whoever makes the first move)
B. Best Friend? Unanswerable
C. Cake or pie? Pie. Apple. Cool Whip. Necessity.
D. Day of choice? Saturday
E. Essential Item? My purse and all its contents
F. Favorite color? Pink. Any shade.
G. Gummy bears or worms? Sour worms if I have to choose but I’m a Skittles/SweeTart/Smarties/Starburst kind of girl.
H. Hometown? DC
I. Favorite Indulgence? Popcorn to myself in a movie theatre.
J. January or July? July
K. Kids? Two girls, a boy, and a JUST ONE MORE WON’T KILL US
L. Life isn’t complete without? The L. Then it’d just be ife.
M. Marriage date? 6/8/02
N. Number of brothers/sisters? 2 sisters. OLDER sisters. I’m is the baby.
O. Oranges or Apples. Apples. Green Granny Smith. Unless I’m offered cuties because then I want no parts of the apple.
P. Phobias? Drowning and falling down the stairs. Not simultaneously.
Q. Quotes? Sister can’t fly on one wing — Sparkle, 1976
R. Reasons to smile? Takes more muscles to frown (I use MANY muscles
S. Season of choice? Summer
T. Tag 5 People. It’s hard enough playing tag in the backyard trying to catch just one person.
U. Unknown fact about me? I competed in the National Spelling Bee in sixth grade
V. Vegetable? Brussels Sprouts. No, wait, cabbage. No, wait, asparagus minus the skunk pee after effect.
W. Worst habit? Procrastinating
X. Xray or Ultrasound? Depends on what needs to be detected.
Y. Your favorite food? I don’t have one. There are too many I enjoy to choose a favorite.
Z. Zodiac sign? Libra (and now you know why you love me).
If You Loved Me, You’d Buy Me a Groupon for a Cleaning Service
What were you expected to do in the house when you were growing up? Dishes? Laundry? Mow the lawn? Cut your granddaddy’s toenails? All of the above? What about your bedroom? Were you neat? Did you have to be reminded that your dirty clothes didn’t belong on the floor, in the closet, under the bed? What about now? Did you carry those early taught lessons into adulthood? I ask all this to tell you: ADULTHOOD SUCKS AND MY BEDROOM IS WHERE SEMI-CLEAN CLOTHES GO TO BE LOST FOREVER.
I’m at GFunkified with Greta today for her wonderful Great Expectations series. I take on the expectation that an inherently bad trait will correct itself (hint: it won’t). But what happens when you expect a change but make no moves to secure that change? YOU WIND UP NOT KNOWING WHICH UNDERWEAR ON THE FLOOR IS CLEAN, THAT’S WHAT. So, come see how I address the issue of cleanliness (or, rather, uncleanliness) in It’s Probably Your Fault My Bedroom is Unkempt. Seriously, I need your help (and a person who is not me to clean and organize my bedroom).
Conversations with a Three-Year-Old
Me: Did you lick your sister’s hair?
Him: Yes.
Me: Did I ask you not to do that again?
Him: Yes. But. Don’t thwart me, Mommy.
Me: (a pause) Carry on. You deserve it.
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Him: Mommy, whatcha makin’?
Me: Chicken, blow, and cabbage.
Him: Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyywait. I don’t want cabbage. You give me two blows, OK?
(STILL refers to mac & cheese as blow. Yet to correct him. What?)
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Him: Can I take my socks off?
Me: Uh huh
Him: Don’t say uh huh, Mommy, say no or yes. Or just yes.
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