OK, I give up on my plans for insightful posts until sometime next week. This cold has really whomped me, even though it’s not a particularly heinous one. Just very tiring.
So I guess I’ll take a shot at the Heinous Neverending Meme that Papa B. tagged me with. (Remember what Master Yoda says, boys and girls: Never end a sentence a preposition with.)
Eight Things that Attract Me to My Best Friends:
- They’ve stuck with me even through that dorky stage that’s sure to end . . . any day now.
- Some of them are even dorkier than I am.
- OK, I’ll be a little more serious. Good friends have interests similar to mine, yet also have different ones that open up new horizons for me, and I hope I do the same for them.
- We can make each other laugh.
- They forgive me when I forget their birthdays, which I pretty much usually do.
- They’re laid back, except for those few who are filled with manic energy and thus complement my laidbackness (laidbackosity? laidbackitude?).
- I can talk to them for hours about nothing in particular.
- They don’t ask me repeatedly whether I’m absolutely sure anthroposophy isn’t a cult.
Eight Things I am Passionate About (in no particular order):
- My kids.
- Correcting horrible grammar and spelling.
- Eating good food.
- Kissing my husband before he goes out the door each morning.
Eight Things I Want to Do Before I Die:
- Travel outside the US. (Pathetic, I know.)
- Be a grandmother.
- Learn how to use a spinning wheel.
- Remember all the Italian I once knew, and have a reason to use it.
- Own my own home.
- Make sure that everyone that I love knows that I love them, because I don’t always express it.
- Figure out the root of most of my neuroses, so I don’t have to work on them again next time.
- Being actually able to live in a state of “a place for everything, and everything in its place.” (See #5.)
Eight Things I Say Often:
- “I see what you made!” every single damn time the kids want me to acknowledge their drawings/craft projects/stack of blocks/stack of sticks/stack of shoes/pile of lint.
- “Be careful!” when I’m unable to trust in the guidance of cosmic wisdom and just don’t want the kids to put their eyes out/break their heads open/break something valuable.
- “Hey buddy!” every time I see my son for the first time each morning/after pickup at daycare/after naptime.
- “Get your finger out of your nose.” Self-explanatory, I hope.
- “Please use your words instead of hitting/yelling/whining.” (And I don’t mean Anthropapa.)
- “WhatEVER!” (imagine a sarcastic tone — I came this close to growing up as a Valley Girl.)
- “Do you need to poop/pee/blow your nose?” (see #4.)
- “I love you.” Because people can’t hear it enough.
Eight Blogs I’m Most Thankful For (in no particular order):
- The Bradstein Household, because it’s good to keep in touch with old friends, especially witty ones.
- A Was Alarmed, because hearing about her writing process is fascinating, as are her stories of the exotic locales and cultures she’s lived in.
- MetroDad, because he’s outrageously funny and makes fun of himself more than anyone else.
- The Third Eve, for her incredible thought-provoking posts, which remind me that blogging doesn’t have to be only for people with short attention spans.
- Charlotte’s Web, for her mixture of serious topics, rants about those wacky uptight Germans, wonderful book reviews, and the treasure trove of Tales from the Web.
- Sweet Juniper! for their wild humor, incredible writing, and beautiful photographs, which all remind me that it’s OK to let our kids be creative and strange.
- White Thoughts, for her stunning photos, even more stunning writing, and for giving a tantalizing glimpse into her corner of Australia.
- Relaxed Parents, for his acute observations of his son, his lovely photography, and his interesting forays into Buddhism, music, and figuring out how to be a dad/husband/worker/student all at the same time.
Songs I Could Listen to Books I Could Read Over and Over Again (I’m changing this one because books are much more important to me than music . . . sorry, Papa B.):
- Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
- Little, Big
- Smilla’s Sense of Snow
- That Distant Land
- The Roads to Sata
- The Robber Bride
- Pride and Prejudice
Eight Things I Have Learned This Past Year
- I will not die a horrible death if I drive while it’s snowing.
- I can forgive myself for not living up to my high expectations as a mother.
- I can make really good mustard sauce.
- Making the bed every morning makes me feel better.
- I’m looking forward to a cat hair/poop/hairball/yowling free life someday, much as I love the little critters.
- My kids will never cease to amaze me.
- It’s good to have family nearby, and not just for the free babysitting.
- I still have a lot to learn about self-motivation, time management, and self-discipline, all of which I need to learn pronto if I want to be more successful as a freelancer.
Number Eight is supposed to be a list of people I’m tagging for this meme. Feel tagged, if you so desire. I’m done!