I’ve gotten really bad about using this blog to properly to thank my fellow bloggers for awards and accolades. Some of you must wonder “Would it kill her to answer a tag? Is she too good to participate in a meme?”
Oh, where to begin? Well, thank you to Steve Emery, The Crow and Dean Wormer for awarding me with The Honest Scrap award. I am honored. I’m also shocked that y’all come here to see my stand on my head and show my panties. But thank you all the same.
As these events warrant, like proper placement of the fork next to the plate or how to address an Earl, this, too, has a set of rules and customs. I will share them here, but that is likely as far as I will go. I’m put off tagging others just because I hate to choose. Each blog I read adds something lovely to my life, knowledge, art, a giggle, an insight, news, music, beauty, feelings, thoughts…. you get the idea.
The rules of this award are:
1.You must brag about the award.
2.You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger.
3.You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. 4.Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog.
5.List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself.
Then pass it on with the instructions!
Okay, the honest things about me? This is the tough part because I feel like you all know so much about me already.
I guess I’m just going to dive in. It’s typically what I do, right?
(1) I’m attracted to inappropriate things.
I’ve noticed lately that I like songs even though they have lyrics that could be considered offensive. For example….
Ben Taylor, Wicked Way.
She Wants Revenge, Tear You Apart.
The Decemberists, The Rake’s Song.
(2) I wish I could travel across time.
If you watched that last video listed above, you’ll have those images fresh in your mind. The footage was shot in New York City. This is especially poignant for me because it’s somewhere between picking at a scab and applying salve. Depends on the day, the moment, the nanosecond. We’re coming up on the anniversary of all sorts of personal dumbfuckery on my part and, try as I might to forget, it’s hovering somewhere in the background making me wish that I could go back in time, rewind my life’s recording, hit erase, erase, erase.
(3) I tune out my own thoughts.
I do not like falling asleep without the television on. If I lie there and listen to my thoughts, it’s very hard to fall asleep.
(4) I look forward to a future when I have time and a wee bit of disposable income to do things. I really, really, really want to travel back to France and that’s not going to happen by magic. Shut up, MathMan. I will not borrow your sister’s broom either.
(5) I am not the kind of nurturing mom I thought I’d be. I do funny, sarcastic, honest (there’s that word again), and I probably am soft with them in ways they understand, but I’m not traditional, I get really impatient and resentful of the expectations for mothers these days and I find it very easy to react first with anger, then later with something more appropriate. I wish I were a different kind of mom.
(6) Yesterday, when The Actor, who will now be referred to as The Ninja, got injured and the EMTs called me as I drove to the office and I couldn’t get MathMan on his phone because he was in a meeting, I came really close to losing it out of frustration. I was proud of myself for taking a deep breath, following my instincts and handling things until MathMan could get involved. You see, he’s the primary parent for injury and illness. (see #5) and The Ninja is fine. Three stitches in his shin, no biggie.
(7) This is getting easier as I consume more wine. I really like wine. Alot. Alot, alot. I am not drunk blogging. I am drinking blogging.
(8) I took a nap when I got home tonight. Well, first I ate because all I’d consumed during the day was one and a half of a micro-powdered donut, a cup of coffee and a piece of string cheese. As we drove home, I told MathMan that I could feel my brain being sapped of synapses from a lack of food and sleep. I’m telling you, something has to give. Soon.
(9) I don’t like not getting my way. Who does, right? Well, lately, I’ve been very frustrated with The Dancer who still wants to go to a school she cannot afford. I want to scream at her that we will not let her make the same fucking mistakes we made. NO LOANS. NONE. I do find that when I tell her we don’t always get our first choice or what we want, I’m talking to myself as much as I am talking to her.
(10) I’m going to take a break for a few days. I’m wiped out. The move, the adjustments, the longer commute (although the company is very delightful), the lack of sleep, the college-days diet, the late nights of cybersex with MathMan (who knew I would hook up with my very own husband on one of those affair websites?), the general fretting, the torture memos to read, the running and screaming at the sight of carpenter bees, the additional responsbilities at work, the onset of baseball and gardening season, the fact that each and every day brings a new reminder that it’s the end of the school year for three kids in three different schools plus one dedicated math teacher, graduation is bearing down on us, looming decisions and disappointments to deal with, the constant negotiations with my id, ego and superego and that unresolved itch that seems to appear when I don’t have a Dave handy, have all conspired to wear me the hell out.
Plus, I just want to finish reading my book about Edward Gorey without sitting on the damned toilet. There’s also lots of video to edit, finger operas to rehearse and sock puppet to design.
Anyway, you get the picture. Me = tired. The rest is just so much fluffernutter soup with a dollop of yawn floating sadly on top.
See you in a bit, People of the Internets.
Honestly loving you hard, fast and in many inappropriate ways,
Lisa
030909 Lisa 2, originally uploaded by mathman6293. This comes from MathMan’s flickr account. Photo taken March 9, 2009.Sometimes, MathMan really captures the true me in a photograph. That is all.
(Drawing of some woman named DCup – above- by susan at Adventures Ink, Phantsythat and Baby Days. Click the picture for a link)