A while back, when I logged on to my FaceBook page, I found I had been tagged! “Oh, no. What does that mean. And Anna’s not here to help me!”
(I tend to panic over computer stuff that I’m not familiar with.) And then I noticed that it was Anna who had done the tagging! So of course, I called her up and asked her what to do.
She led me to her Notes where I found this, her entry entitled Dang Memes! 16 Things About Me. These were the instructions:
Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.
Well, if you know me at all you know that it takes a minute (or day or week) or two for me to get my thoughts together. By the time I was ready to post my own note, I noticed that people everywhere - or at least on FaceBook and in BlogLand - were doing 25 Things About Me. So, to be loyal to my sweet baby girl AND keep up with the newest meme (don’t you love that word?) out there, I decided to title this 16 Things About Me but actually tell you 25. And they are:
- I am a Christian. I may not talk about it all of the time because I believe, as Benjamin Franklin did, that “A good example is the best sermon.” I have a real problem with those who call themselves Christians and quote scripture and speak fluent Christian-ese from atop their pedestals of self-righteousness, but don’t show the world any joy, or love or compassion. That, to me, is most un-Christ like.
- I have been married for twenty-one years to a man who, although not perfect, is perfect for me. (Shhhh! I’m not perfect either!) We have one daughter who has grown into a beautiful young woman in spite of her goofy parents.
- My sisters are my best friends (besides my husband and daughter.) They always have been and always will be.
- I want to be a writer when I grow up. I’m so grateful to have a daughter who believes in me and always encourages me to go for it. (The writing. Not the growing up. I don’t think she has much hope for that.)
- I have good friends, really good friends, that I have never laid eyes on.
- Except for an occasional weekend or day trip with JD3, I’d rather be home than anywhere else.
- My favorite place in the world, outside of home, is the mountains of NC. The thing is, it’s the mountains of NC. Mountains are high and I’m afraid of high. It’s a real love/hate thing.
- I love hearing my husband play guitar and sing Neil Young, early Beatles and Moody Blues songs. Well, I like hearing him sing anything, but those are my favorites
- If I ever won the lottery, I really would give most of the money away. I‘m happier now than I‘ve ever been. My life is simple and good and I don’t want it to change.
- I spend an awful lot of time (and energy and flour) trying to make bread. It‘s not going well and I’m beginning to feel like a failure at Domestic Goddess-hood. I will, however, continue to fight the good fight and hope that one day, I can make a loaf of bread that will have my husband begging me for more and telling that his work day is intolerable if he can’t have a baloney sandwich made with my bread.
- I cook for my dogs. I make their dog food and their treats. They always eat it all. They always want seconds. And they don’t care if it didn’t turn out just like the recipe said. (I’m way better at this than making bread.)
- I think I sing better than my family thinks I sing. I know I sound good in the car and in the shower
- I have big feet. Not clown-sized, can-we-borrow-your-shoes-to paddle-down-the-river big. But big.
- I can blow spit bubbles off the end of my tongue. I don’t know the mechanics of it exactly, but I can form the perfect little round bubble right on the tip of my tongue and then, by exhaling and sliding my tongue back in at the same time, I can send that little darlin’ out to play with all the other little bubbles of the world. It’s a nice talent to have while waiting in a long drive-thru line.
- I try really hard to be a kind and loving person. But sometimes, the mean that is in me rears its hateful head and I become quite impossible to live with.
- I hate, hate, hate talking on the phone
- I Love A Rainy Day - No, not the song. I really do love rainy days and I don’t care if rains every day for a week Except when the septic tank backs up. Then I don’t love it so much.
- I’m going to paint my house red in the very near future. Bill Blass said that “Red is the color of happiness.” I have a happy house and I want it to look that way.
- I like getting power tools for gifts. For Christmas, I got a drill press. For Mother’s Day, I’ve asked for miter saw.
- In my glorious past, I was a runner. I ran 5 miles almost every night. Then one night, I didn’t. And the next night, I didn’t. And now… Well, I don’t run every night.
- Like my daughter, I am a grammar snob. It makes my eardrums bleed when I hear someone use I when they should use me and use bring when they should use take.
- I’m ambidextrous. The really important things in life (eating and writing) I do left-handed. Some things I do right-handed. Most things I can do with either hand. I can’t use scissors at all!
- After almost 30 years of drinking coffee, I have switched to hot tea and like it so much better. Why ever did I wait so long?
- I collect old doorknobs, old tablecloths, old dishes and quotations.
- I’m one of those GRITS - Girls Raised in the South - and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But, and I hate to admit this, I like oatmeal better than I do grits. In fact, at this point in my life, I’m not even sure I like grits at all. Oh, the shame.
One thing I didn't tell you above, is that I am a world class procrastinator and nowhere is there more evidence of the fact than here, at poor, neglected little BeeMusing. I have things to say that I just don't get around to saying. Bear with me, friends. I hope that's getting ready to change.