I got this award today. Notified on Facebook by Smoky Zeidel. Smoky’s good folks.
So now I gotta tell you 7 fun things about me that you don’t already know, and then pass this award on to 15 other bloggers.
That’ll be tricky, since I only read about 4 other blogs, and two of those belong to people who I’m pretty sure won’t be playing this game.
But I’ve been meaning to mosey over Freshly Pressed and take a gander at what some other people are doing. I am continually impressed by this WordPress world.
And I also feel like telling you 7 random things about me won’t be anything new or exciting for you people, since my blog’s kind of random and all I do all the time is tell you random things about myself.
But here goes the outhouse…
1. I try, desperately, not to use spell checker when I’m writing. If I get the red squiggly underline, I re-spell until I get it right. A word I always, always misspell the first time: analyst. I put an i in there. Another word I almost always get one-letter-off-right: onomatopoeia. And it’s not what you think: I’ve got that poeia thing down pat. It’s the second o. I want it to be an a. I can never remember if commitment has two m’s or two t’s. And I have not memorized the differences between complement and compliment, so I have to look them up every single time.
2. I own 4 pairs of Converse All Star sneakers. I own them in red, green, purple, brown. I have worn them once each since becoming a mother, and they have survived about a half dozen yard sales. I can’t get rid of them. They remind me of being 15 and of college in really happy ways. They also make me feel cool. I know that the reality is that they make me pretty uncool, and pathetic in that chubby, edging-up-on-middle age kind of way.
3. I LOVE to roller skate. I am good at it. I took Child to a roller skating birthday party, but didn’t get to skate because I didn’t have cash, and they don’t rent skates on plastic yet, so I leaned over the wall and watched the children longingly. I felt like a sad basset hound.
4. I have always kind of wanted to be a radio DJ. I don’t talk about this, because I have recognized radio as a dying medium since I was young. But I am obnoxious in exactly the right way to be a DJ. I’m kind of realizing the dream with Podcasts, but I don’t get to say ridiculous things and move my voice around in that showy, radio personality way. That is what I want. I want to be the Sunday, SUNDAY, Sunday! guy.
5. I have probably seen dozens of bands live, most of these were local or regional to where I lived. But I have seen They Might Be Giants and The Violent Femmes about 4 times each. TMBG was the first concert I went to. I was 15, and went to the 9:30 Club in Washington, DC with girls I knew who were 17. One was a pastor’s kid, which is probably the only reason I was allowed to go.
6. My first boyfriend’s name was Rex. I was 20 and in college, he was a year older. We were both virgins. Rex had big hands and lovely lips. He was a nice kisser. I never talk about him. It did not end well, but it did not end poorly, either. We remained friends (sort of?) until I made him mad at my baby shower by taking his picture. At least I think that’s how I made him mad. Fella–though I hate admitting this–reminds me of Rex kind of often.
7. If Rex finds this blog post, even though I think I’ve been reasonably complimentary, he will probably be very upset and demand that I remove mention of him from it. Fella also hates that I write about him and us and our home, and refuses to read my blog. I am reasonably certain that a boy I had a major crush on when I was 12 won’t be my friend on Facebook because I wrote a Facebook note about having a dream about him and then Googling him. I don’t want my blog to ruin my relationships or potential re-connections, but I’m not worried enough about it to stop.
Stay tuned for my Saturday post about to whom the Versatile Blogger Award Goes!