Friday, November 23, 2007

Seven more

Daisy from Compost Happens has tagged me for a meme, in which I am instructed to:

1) Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2) Share 7 facts about yourself.
3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4) Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

I'm accepting the challenge with hesitation. I've done similar memes twice before - once by listing five things about myself and once by listing eight things. As I mentioned in the first of the memes, I am, by nature, an almost pathologically private person, so "outing" myself on things is difficult. And I'm even more gun-shy about it in the aftermath of the "eight things" meme.

In that meme, I revealed the fact that, though I take breaks of five or more years at a time, I have been following the ongoing plot line of a soap opera for more than twenty years. Shortly after I posted it, that juicy little tidbit was leaked (good-naturedly, of course) to a room full of college students, who had already considered me "old," but who immediately changed their assessment to "old and uncool." Unfortunately, the part about the five-year hiatuses was left out of the revelation and I was assumed to be a daily devotee of said soap, and though I tried to set the record straight, my attempts simply snowballed into "the lady doth protest too much" and all hope of redeeming myself was lost.

Needless to say, thus began the next five-year hiatus.

Anyway, Daisy has responded to my tags in the past, so I will muster up my courage and tentatively reveal the following seven facts. Be gentle with them, blogosphere. Be gentle with them.

1. I mentioned earlier this week that I'm having trouble sticking with a book - any book. I'm having the same problem with television shows. Fifteen minutes into an episode, and I'm pretty much done. I even have to work at making it through a whole episode of Grey's Anatomy. And never mind a two-hour movie - that's just not going to happen. What do you suppose that's about?

2. I can't think of anything I want for Christmas. Okay, I can think of one thing - this - and I have my mom lined up to make the purchase. Beyond that, though, I'm pretty much all set.

3. I don't know who I'm going to vote for in the primary (are you sensing a trend here?). I would like to throw my wholehearted support behind a candidate. I'd like to be sporting a pin, a bumper sticker, and a yard sign - but I just can't commit. If I had to vote today, it would probably be for John Edwards, but, really, I could just as easily go for Obama or Clinton. I've always wondered how people could head to the polls still undecided, and yet I have a hunch that may be what's in my future.

4. I am going to see Dierks Bentley on his Throttle Wide Open tour. I haven't told Bud. I feel as guilty as I did when I went to see Paul McCartney without him - perhaps more so. On one hand, I know that there's nothing about a live concert that Bud would enjoy - not the volume, not the hour, not the crowd, not the lighting. Nothing. But still, on the other hand, it's Dierks. It's like I'm sneaking into Teletubbyland for lunch with the guys and not inviting him. I feel like a crumb. (And yet, somehow, I don't feel bad enough to stay home...)

5. I am having a GREAT experience teaching writing this semester. Those who followed my adventures last fall may remember that my writing class and I struggled to make it through the semester together. Not so this time around. It's a lot of work, but I'm having a ball.

6. A couple of weeks ago, someone asked me what I liked least about my job. I couldn't think of anything. I'll bet there are not many people who can say that.

7. I don't like fudge, but I am attracted to the idea of fudge. For many years, when someone would offer me fudge, I would think, "I shouldn't take any, because I don't like fudge. But it looks so good, and I love chocolate. I must be wrong about this. I must like fudge." And then I would take a piece and have a bite and realize that, in fact, I don't like fudge.

I'm tagging the following seven people, with the caveat that this is entirely challenge-by-choice and all tags from me are completely optional:

Mommy~dearest, from The Quirk Factor
David, from Thoughts-0-Dave
March Day, from One March Day
Kirsten, from Kirsten Can
Maddy, from Whitterer on Autism
Jenn, from Good Job, Mama!
KAL, from Autism Twins


Anonymous said...

Mhmm. I can't get the link to work on your Christmas present, but it sounds as your mum has taken care of that for you already.

Sorry to hear that you're old and not cool - I probably won't come any more now that I know that. I was under the misapprehension that you were young and hip. I thought if I came here often enough some of it would rub off on me.

I 'listen' to a soap opera - on my ipod because I am very old but I am superbly trendy and anyway I won it in a raffle. It's called 'The Archers' and it's British - horray, and I think you have to be over fifty to be allowed to listen.

Strangely, I used to love and actually make fudge [you have to have one of those dreadful sugar thermometer and it takes forever.]

These days I also do not like fudge but I also feel that I 'ought' to like it. Very odd.

I shall do my best to fulfill the seven.

Daisy said...

Wonderful! I don't think you're old and uncool, but of course I am old(er) and much less cool myself. My uncool advice on Dierks: I think you could bring Bud a t-shirt or other souvenir from the concert and he'd wear it with pride.

Drama Mama said...

Oh my God. I have the EXACT same feeling about fudge.


Ange said...

Oh maddy, you can make fudge in the microwave now in minutes. And mine wins against thermometer fudge in a taste test.

Dang, I thought Mom-nos was young and hip too. I'll just keep thinking it. :P

MOM-NOS said...

Maddy and Ange, fear not - I am young and hip. College students tend to have a skewed perspective on such things sometimes.

Anonymous said...

i've been having similar tv issues. except for a new show we recently 'discovered' on dvd. anyway, i think you need something to do with your hands. do you knit? sew? fold laundry? that helps me be still for a little while.

Anonymous said...

I read somewhere that you KNOW you are old when you start thinking about how good the music has gotten in the grocery store. YES, I had a moment like that the other day. I'm definitely old, and uncool goes without saying.

Having a job you love is a great blessing. So is Bud, but I don't know about taking him to live concerts just yet. My parents made that mistake with me, and I'm "neurotypical" and have always been capable of sitting still for supernatural lengths of time. Have a great time at the concert, and promise him some other fun with mom.


Bad Mommy

David said...

Mom-nos, first of all you are neither old nor uncool. Your soap-allegiance is an indicator of a deep and abiding equanimity which allows you to love your job, if not fudge. Our college student friends see this, subconsciously, and recognize its desirability, even though they don't have time for it. Yet.

Like you and Drama Mama, I dismissed fudge for decades. But in my later 40s I fell to its cloying sweetness. MMMMMMMM. SUUUUGAARRRRRR!

KAL said...

Thanks for the challenge, mom-nos. My post is up. It was harder than I thought it would be.

(You know, I still tivo the same daytime show(s) - yes plural - that I've followed off and on for the last 20 years. Not that I've actually watched any in months, tivo just deletes them as needed). I guess that makes me old and uncool too :)