Marmabug at My Life as “Momma” and Flea tagged me for a meme. Obviously they are very patient women since I have become very forgetful about all these obligations sitting in my drafts.
Eight Things For Which I Have A Passion For: (in no particular order)
1. Justin
2. my kids
3. my family
4. being a very useful engine…yes, I like to be busy and useful at work, makes the time go quicker
5. reading, though you’d never tell since I barely have time to read anymore
6. blogging, though maybe it should really say “commenting” because I’m much better at that
7. watching TV, sad but true
8. good wine
Eight Things I’d Like to do Before I Die:
1. go to Europe with Justin and stay in the nicest prettiest areas, drinking local wines
2. see my kids get married to wonderful people
3. rock my grandbabies to sleep
4. see my kids graduate college and get good, fulfilling jobs
5. meet Queen Elizabeth…and hopefully Prince William (joking honey!…sorta)
6. breed and raise Boston Terriers
7. learn to play cello
8. move back to either Chicago or Indy
Eight Things I Say a Lot:
1. dude! (I even say it to my baby)
2. whattup?!
3. whoa!
4. are you kidding?!?
5. No, thank-you
6. do you need to go in time-out?
7. freakin’ idiot
8. go potty, please!
Eight Books I Have Read Recently:
1. Useful Idiots by Mona Charen
2. Thunder from Jerusalem by Bodie & Brock Thoene
3. Elizabeth: A Biography of Britain’s Queen by Sarah Bradford
4. British Kings & Queens: The complete biographical encyclopedia of the kings & queens of Great Britain by Mike Ashley
5. George and Laura: Portrait of an American Marriage by Christopher Andersen
6. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling
7. What’s So Great About America by Dinesh D’Souza (okay, so I listened to this one…)
8. 110 People Who Are Screwing Up America (and Al Franken Is #37) by Bernard Goldberg
Eight Movies I Have Seen (at least) Eight Times: (I didn’t think it was fair to list kids movies…)
1. Star Wars (episode 4)
2. My Big Fat Greek Wedding
3. Oscar
4. Spaceballs
5. Goonies
6. Young Frankenstein
7. Return to Me
8. Dogma
Eight People Who Should, but are in no way obligated, Do This Meme:
1. Karen
2. Caramama
3. Madame Queen
4. Tranny Head
5. Burgh Baby’s Mom
6. AFF
7. Ummmhello
8. and uh, I’m out of ideas…
And anyone else but me think there should be eight categories?…you know, since today’s meme was brought to you by the number 8…
Last week, once the Puke ended and before Justin came home from Alaska, the kids and I would get home from work/school and I’d pour a bowl of Cheerios start dinner, feed Cooper, then Gavin and I would eat. Meanwhile, I’d have the radio turned onto 94.7 The Globe…it has a nice range of music styles on it and good for bopping around the kitchen. Keeps the kids entertained and not focused on their hunger, and I can pretend to be the best semi-sober singer/dancer in the world. If Gavin’s being a particularly pillish stinker, he’ll holler things like "no zing-ing! no daaaan-sing!" I usually ignore him and keep doing what I’m doing until he flips his lid (we’ve already established that I feed my kids junk food and pump them full of TV; purposely irritating shouldn’t be a surprise).
Well, this particular night, The Donnas song, Dancing With Myself was playing and I was singing along and doing my best British faux-punk dance while setting dinner on the table. As usual, Gavin got annoyed with me.
Gavin takes one look at me and starts laughing. And I start laughing because I literally saw the lightbulb turn on over his head when he realized what I was singing at him was the words to the song playing on the radio. I think he was also laughing at my ridiculous dancing skillz.
And to think, that’s how I ensnared trapped attracted his father in the first place.
Maybe you noticed in the past couple weeks I’ve been a real crab. Or depending on your tolerance, a whiny bitch. Whatever. I’m comfortable with myself enough to embrace my pity-parties and recognize what a pain in the tush I can be. Besides my husband who’s legally obligated to put up with me, none of you fine folks need to. But you do. And you have been this whole time that I’ve been moaning and groaning and I appreciate that a whole heckuva lot. I try not to air all my dirty laundry because my parents read this, possibly a few of my co-workers (because I’m stupid bold enough to have vanity plates), and some other friends (um, would it kill any of you to leave a comment once in a while? dang lurkers…don’t make me chase down your IPs now!). Not that I’m saying anything bad about any of them, but there are some things in your life, in your head, in your heart, that you generally need to keep to yourself. Unless you know that no one who sees you on a constant basis is going to read these deepest darkest thoughts and feelings…ah, the anonymity of the Interwebs….
Well, to make a long story short (“too late!”), while you have seen some whiny crap pouring forth, that’s actually just the more superficial stuff bugging me. But all the support, love, humor, and responses back to me (comments/emails) has really meant a LOT to me because it’s helped me deal with the stuff on the surface so that I have more strength to deal with the other deeper things. I don’t feel so spread-out, so overwhelmed, or so helpless. I truly appreciate all of you and your words of encouragement. I don’t know that I could ever put into words what it really means to me…so I’ll stick with the words I know: Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart.
Speaking of bottoms:
Who’da thunk my baby could have a bigger butt and thighs than my nearly four-year old???
(photo courtesy of Justin)
For some reason, I feel the need to confess that I am zoning out watching “Tommy Tiernan: Something Mental” on Comedy Central. I cannot stop laughing. I don’t know if it’s just because he’s Irish, because he’s actually funny, or maybe my little Zoloft pill is mixing weird with my wine? I’ll let you decide.
Although hopefully you don’t decide that my last sentence made me sound like Karen Walker from “Will and Grace”.
Okay, I did some confessing in the past few weeks (i.e. poor parenting skills, poor drinking skills, poor belly control), it must be the time of year…feel the need to get things off my chest. But these are different. At least in my own head…and I spend an awful lot of time in my head lately, where a lot of things sound different, or good, or just plain fan-freakin’-tastic, ala JD on Scrubs. But I digress (my husband did say I should’ve named my site “Sidetracked” instead of “Wine Please”…but whatever, it’s totally my site and I love wine and, oh. Heh). Here is my list of confessions, or maybe they’re really just little facts about me. hmmm… okay, really, here’s the list:
So what little confessions to all of you have???
Oh, and I’m totally resting on my husband’s laurels again…go see it for yourself (he’s a much more entertaining writer than me) or just look below for the REAL nitty gritty: