My best-friend-since-7th-grade
Monnik has tagged me with a meme. This should be much more fun than re-hashing the Worst Day Ever (see below).
Anyway, here are the rules for the meme:
1. Link back to the person who tagged you. (check)
2. Post these rules on your blog. (check)
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself. (uh, comin'up - check)
4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry. (will do, checkity-check)
* * * Six Unimportant Things about Mom In Scrubs * * *
Thing1: I have a strange fascination with anything paranormal. I just finished an audio-book called "Don't Kiss Them Goodbye" by Allison DuBois, whose life is the inspiration for the TV show "Medium." While the reading of the book is fair (Allison doesn't have a great flair for dramatic reading) the book is great, and her messages, information, and advice are inspiring. While I am a lapsed-catholic at baseline, I have a strong sense of spirituality, a belief in God, and a ferverent hope in the afterlife. My favorite show is "Ghost Hunters," as it mixes my two favorite subjects: science and paranormal. Maybe I should have been a parapsychologist or a cryptozoologist. Not much opportunity for those professions here in Collegeville, Midwest, I'm afraid!!
Thing 2: My first date was, uhm...unusual. The night before my Sophomore Homecoming Dance I was asked to go. The guy was hohhhhhhttttt. I was already crushing on him hard. I accepted without hesitation.
Then I had to negotiate a lot of obstacles.
Travis was my cousin's recent break-up. Recent as in
the day before. My cousin (by marriage, not blood) was my age, went to my school, and was a previous good friend of mine, though we had grown apart over the years. She had been giving Travis mixed signals for about a month, and he had been coming to me to ask advice. I had even gone shopping with him to buy her a tennis bracelet as a desperation gift, telling him all the while that he shouldn't spend his hard-earned $$ on it as it wouldn't get him anywhere with her. He did it anyway.
Two nights before homecoming, they got into a fight and broke up. He called me for consolation, and we talked for quite a while, mostly me saying she wasn't worth it, that she obviously hadn't been into him, blah blah blah.
It didn't occur to me that he was now dateless but homecoming-ready until the next day when he called and asked me if I would go with him. I was so excited!! I hung up the phone and it all came crashing down: my cousin was now dateless. I was going with her date. And I had no dress. I called my (our) aunt, who is only 12 years older than us and still, to this day, has the body of a teenager. I explained the situation and asked if she had a dress I could borrow. Oh, she did all right. But it was over at my cousin's house. It was the dress my cousin was going to wear.
Teen hormones make you do strange things. I called my cousin, explained the situation, talked with her a little about how she hadn't really cared for Travis, and then got her to lend me our aunt's dress. My mom drove me over to her house, and I was met at the door by her mom and the dress. I felt strange but euphoric.
The night was wonderful, as first dates go. I got my first kiss that night too.
And so it was that I took my cousin's boyfriend to Homecoming wearing her dress. Wow.
Thing 3: Ok, thing 2 was long, so thing 3 will be short. I hate hangers. Oh, I understand their importance and the fact that we would be handicapped without them. I just hate them. I hate how they always get tangled (even the plastic ones) and I hate having to find them, sort them, and use them. Maybe I'd be better off with fancy wooden hangers but I'm way too cheap. Bizarre but true. Hanger hang-up.
Thing 4: I met my best friend for life at the age of 12. We were going into 7th grade and she showed up at my catechism class. She was like nothing I'd ever seen. She was from a larger town, and dressed in these wacky bright colors and prints. She accessorized with a vengence. She had a ready goofy grin, dimples, and I could see her personality shining through like an inner sun. I liked her before we ever spoke. That first day, we had exchanged glances and giggles, and she saw me looking at one of her accessories: a tiny plastic orange clothespin. Did she wear them on her collar? The memory is a bit fuzzy. What I remember for sure is that she took it off, leaned over, and clipped it onto me. With that gesture, we were instant fast friends. 23 years later, though we don't see each other near enough, the bond is still strong, and when we do meet, it's as if we pick right up where we left off. I feel so blessed to have a forever friend. Not everyone is so lucky. Right
Monnik?
Thing 5: I think I am part slug. I can sleep like no other. I am a night-owl, so part of it might be my natural circadian rhythm. But even if I go to bed at a reasonable hour, I can sleep easily till 10am. While I love playing with my children, I am a homebody at heart, and my favorite place to be is in bed reading a book. It is totally against my nature to exert myself to the point of sweating, so exercise is a nearly superhuman effort for me. Probably why I prefer yoga and pilates to anything....(
shudder)....CARDIO.
Thing 6: I cherish my alone-time. As a married mother, it's a rarity for me to have any of this anymore. This is probably part of why my job is working out for me despite the travel and the overnights. Don't get me wrong, I miss my husband and kids terribly after a night away from home. But the
silence! And the freedom to do what I
want (see thing 5)! It's a brief slice of heaven for me...but one I am usually ready to give up readily as the motherly/wifely instincts kick back in.
Ok, that's my 6 things. Now to tag some people:
Don't feel like you have to do it, but if you want to, it's kinda fun.
1. Jess at
The SUV Driving Bitch Your Mother Warned You About2. Debbielou at
One Day Closer Until...3. EE at
Backboards and Bandaids4. Heck, EE's hubby too...
Future PA5. Hey you two...can I tag the
baby too? ;) (Newlyweds, and They're pregnant! Give them a congrats!)
6. Travis at
One Word, One Rung, One DaySee ya-
They're kind of hard to see and I couldn't find them in bigger pixels but basically, from left to right, it's Fraser in a Fig Leaf, Fraser as Adonis, Fraser as Mercury, and Fraser as Poseidon. They're all Fraser nearly naked, which suits me just fine. But I wonder where these came from and what the point was (other than to make women, and surely some men, salivate uncontrollably)?
What's sexy about him? He can cook. He can write. He has a wicked sarcastic wit and a sharp tongue. He's real - no BS. On top of it all, he's humble. Self-effacing even. Combine that with decent looks and for me, you have a cocktail for sexy. 
