Meme...who me?
I got tagged (by wzgirl)...and it feels good. Not like in tag football, and not like the wall-art in my neighborhood back in the States, but tagged like as in "you're it". It means that a) somebody thought about me (which makes me feel really warm and mooshy inside) and b) now I have to tell you more about me than you really wanted to know (or less, depending on whether you're one of those freaky deakies reading boring adoption blogs for your kicks). I think people call this type of thing a "meme" but don't quote me on that because I really have absolutely no idea what that is and I may be talking out of my blogging arse. So here goes...
I am....so blessed in so many ways.
I want....to take Thor to Africa to see the giraffes.
I wish....people would think about the kind of world they’re leaving for their children.
I hate....litter.
I miss....our friends and family (and bras that fit well).
I hear....the whirring of the computer fan (it’s really quiet out here).
I wonder....what Thor’s laughter will sound like.
I regret....a few errors in judgement but, surprisingly, very little.
I am not....comfortable standing on the edge of really high cliffs.
I dance....like a fool to anything and everything.
I sing....to my heart’s content…and to most people’s dismay.
I cry....when Thor feels so real she fills my heart to bursting.
I am not always....well-groomed.
I make....decisions with my heart.
I write....because it feels really, really good.
I confuse....this blog with a journal, with a newsletter, with a travel diary, with a letter to Thor, etc. (I’m still trying to figure out exactly why I’m doing this…why are we doing this?).
I need....surprisingly very little (but that includes buying a great pair of boots every now and then).
I should....volunteer more.
I start....so few projects that...
I finish....most of them.
So there you have it...my attempt at riding the fine line between spontaneity (the real me...yawn) and intrigue (somebody waaay cooler than me). So now it's my turn to tag somebody...how's about...hmmm...MY MOM!!! Are you out there Mom? Everybody...meet my Mom. Mom...meet everybody (Everybody be nice...it's my Mom).
I am....so blessed in so many ways.
I want....to take Thor to Africa to see the giraffes.
I wish....people would think about the kind of world they’re leaving for their children.
I hate....litter.
I miss....our friends and family (and bras that fit well).
I hear....the whirring of the computer fan (it’s really quiet out here).
I wonder....what Thor’s laughter will sound like.
I regret....a few errors in judgement but, surprisingly, very little.
I am not....comfortable standing on the edge of really high cliffs.
I dance....like a fool to anything and everything.
I sing....to my heart’s content…and to most people’s dismay.
I cry....when Thor feels so real she fills my heart to bursting.
I am not always....well-groomed.
I make....decisions with my heart.
I write....because it feels really, really good.
I confuse....this blog with a journal, with a newsletter, with a travel diary, with a letter to Thor, etc. (I’m still trying to figure out exactly why I’m doing this…why are we doing this?).
I need....surprisingly very little (but that includes buying a great pair of boots every now and then).
I should....volunteer more.
I start....so few projects that...
I finish....most of them.
So there you have it...my attempt at riding the fine line between spontaneity (the real me...yawn) and intrigue (somebody waaay cooler than me). So now it's my turn to tag somebody...how's about...hmmm...MY MOM!!! Are you out there Mom? Everybody...meet my Mom. Mom...meet everybody (Everybody be nice...it's my Mom).
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posted by Millicent at 11:25 PM
4 Comments:
Hey, Doris and Ed were about 20 min from me in Golden, CO. That could be friends in the kayaks, or walking along the street - one of my bestest girls lives just a block or two from "downtown" Golden. Too bad I didn't know, they could have come over for a cup of tea, or beer.
And, no, I'm not one of those freaky stalkers of adoption blogs.
I think you're doing this...because you have a gift. It's not easy to open your heart to other people and still keep your soul. That you manage it, and manage it so deftly, is a tribute to your heart, soul and your gift for the turn of a phrase.
Thanks for sharing your gift.
I'm looking forward to seeing what your mom writes! Thanks for playing along with the tag...
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