wherein I momentarily reveal myself
I am honored to be tagged by Schmutzie for the “7 random weird things about me meme” that’s been going around the blogosphere in a few different forms. Most everyone did it looong before I even had a blog and in my stalking surfing I’ve giggled at many of them, but frankly Schmutzie’s post really was the weirdest! I’m not sure I can live up to that but I’ll give it a try…
7 Random/Weird Things About Me
1. Whenever I let my kid watch Power Rangers, I always watch it with him, under the pretense that, you know, you should monitor your kid’s view habits. But secretly, I love those shows. I actually get into the story lines, and if an episode doesn’t record for some reason, I search it out on you tube so we can catch up. For the record, Dinothunder is the best season.
2. I am completely addicted to salmon cream cheese. No, not like good lox and bagels kind of thing. But the salmon flavored philly brand stuff. The fake stuff. I’ll eat it on bagels, crackers, as a dip for chips, you name it. Lucky for my arteries there is only one store within decent driving distance that sells it, and I only let myself go there once a month or so or I would want it every. single. day. I know, ewww.
3. I read trashy romance novels, a lot. I just can’t help it. I go through phases with other genres, but I keep going back to romance. Once in awhile I read an O book club book, just so if someone asks me what I’ve been reading I have something decent to say. It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone I own almost every Nora Roberts book ever written. Except I just did didn’t I?
4. I hate hate hate the Birthday Song. I hate singing it, and I hate having it sung to me. I always have. I’ve very rarely ever told anyone that, and I’ve never done so in front of my son. For the last three out of his only five little years he’s begged me me not to let anyone sing it to him. I now hate that I’ve somehow passed this on to my kid.
5. I have a terrible blog crush on Wil Wheaton. Yes, that Wil Wheaton. Which leads me to admit my love for scifi. I grew up on all things Star Trek, Star Wars, Tolkien, etc. My book scifi love is and always will be Raymond Feist, (long live Pug!) My tv scifi love is forever reserved for Stargate SG1, (and Daniel Jackson baby!) and I am embarrassingly sad at it’s demise.
6. I am hopelessly in love with the internet. You couldn’t tell could you? It’s my down time after the boy goes to bed, and where I go for my break in the middle of the day. You already know I blog surf, but you don’t really know the extent of it – can we say about 50 rss feeds? You also don’t know I am obsessed with keeping up with Twitter, though I rarely post cause I don’t know what to say. I constantly refresh my Facebook scrabulous page to see if it’s my turn on any of my games. I feel completely inadequate on Linkedin cause apparently only a few of my friends actually know what that is. I go to Rachel Ray’s website regularly to sign up for giveaways – cause I just know I’m gonna win something one of these days! I haven’t read a real newspaper in ages cause I get all my news online. Every little thing I do for work is done on the www, so there I have no choice, but frankly, I have more fun doing my job than anyone really should. The list could go one, but I’m sure you already stopped reading…
7. I swore to myself if I ever started a blog I would never do a meme. But it was actually more flattering to be tagged than you might think. So here I am. And having more fun than I expected!
So reading back through these, it occurs to me that I’m not so much weird, as I am a dork. I’ve actually known that ever since I was on the math team in high school (#8?) but seeing all this in writing – it’s a little painful!
I’m supposed to tag like 5 people or something, but I don’t really know 5 bloggers well enough to do that, (I’m a little shy that way) so I tag SouthernGirlinNH because I adore her, and I would tag the awesome Kristen but I know she’s done this one before, (but you can do it again if you want to!) and I tag any of my real life friends who want to get on board and start a blog (so I can read as much about you as you read about me!)
Hey, at least get on Facebook, would you? So I can beat you at scrabble!
yes, I am crazy
Did you ever go away for an overnight or two and suddenly, halfway there, you think: did I turn off the coffeepot?? Yeah, me too. More times than I’d care to admit. Now I make a point to unplug the coffeepot just so I remember doing it.
Well, I didn’t sleep very well last night because of that damn proverbial coffeepot. In this case, coffeepot = feline. See, while we were loading up our vehicle, getting ready for an overnight at my parent’s house for Easter, the cat was getting a bit underfoot, trying to get outside, trying to trip us, etc. So I put him out in the locked, enclosed porch. He was happy, I was happy. Two minutes later the boy let him in. Dude. So I let him back out. That’s where it got blurry.
Around 10pm last night, that fact flashed in my brain. Was the cat still on the porch? He couldn’t be. Right? I definitely remember seeing that the door was locked. But that didn’t necessarily mean the cat was let back in before the locking occurred. The boy was, of course, already asleep so I couldn’t ask him if he had the opened the door for dear kitty a second time. DH said he thought the cat was hanging around before he left, but was that before or after the second letting out? Was the poor cat huddled in the damp drafty porch trying to keep warm? Were his cute little toes and ears freezing?? Yes, I’m rambling – just to give you a taste of the circular momentum of my brain between 10pm and midnight. and 2am to 3am. Not to mention the nightmares along more horrific lines when I did sleep. Yikes.
There are plenty of nights when my mind won’t stop rolling like that, thoughts about work, paying the bills, oops I forgot…whatever. But at home, I can deal with it. Yes, 2am online bill paying has happened here in the past. Or at least writing down my worries instead of fretting over them helps. Even if I can’t read my handwriting in the morning. (I can’t be the only one who does this? Right?)
So what can you do, what kind of note can you write yourself, when you’re three hours away from home, worrying about how you’re going to tell your kid you killed the cat? Um, yeah, no idea. So I just didn’t sleep.
In the morning, the boy confirmed that he had indeed let the cat in the second time. Later, as we pulled into the driveway, the kitty happily watched us from his top o’ the couch perch in the picture window. <sigh>
Some people would say, it’s just a cat, what’s the big deal? But he’s my cat, and my boy’s cat and he’s laying on my legs right now where he’s supposed to be, and dang, he’s heavy, and he’s family.
All is right in my world again and sure do hope to get a good night’s sleep! Except, boy, I sure do have a lot of work to do tomorrow, and that guy never responded to my email last week, and oops, I forgot….crap.