I was tagged by our on the move gal pal, Marjie this morning to participate in this meme. I’ve been laying low in anticipation of it making its way here so, Marjie, thank you for thinking so highly of us and being such a dear. I know that you didn’t want me to feel left out of the swing of things, snork!
It’s okay, Marjie, really it is. I still have you in my sidebar of good online neighbors and friends. ~:o)
The Rules:
“Each person posts the rules before their list, then they list 8 things about themselves. At the end of the post, that person tags and links to 8 other people and then visits those peoples’ sites and comments letting them know that they have been tagged, and to come read the post, so they know what they have to do.”
**I am demanding cheese and crackers to go with my whine.
**It will be a feat for me to locate 8 people who will actually do this meme. Trying to tag my online friends will be futile effort because they have already done this tag at least once or twice. By the time I am done with them, they will rue the day they even met me. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. I will be brave; I will hold my head up high. But for now on with the show. Here is a bit of rag on me:
Colgate smile
I broke most of my teeth at the age of 8 while teeter-tottering. My play buddy decided to jump off while I was in the up position on the dang thing. My second grade teacher, Mrs. Burke, cried. I think she cried more than I did so I felt more badly than what was required because of that. It was projected that I would have caps on my teeth by the age of 16 but my teeth replenished themselves naturally. I am still thought of as the girl with the beautiful smile.
Order of Birth
I am the youngest of three and the only girl. Needless to say, I grew up a tomboy until I began modeling clothing at the age of 45. Satin and lace all the way, hey, hey! Add to that a few leather outfits and I’m ready for anything. My hair is very, very long. It is below my butt and it is a natural shade of gray; its shine is one of good health. It is my crown of glory.
Still a Tom Boy
I rode motorcycles in the low desert TT races when I was a young woman. I rode scooters until the beginning of this year but not as a fender bunny. My father rode Indians and he introduced me to them. He also taught me to drive a 4 speed automobile when I was 12. It was a 57 Ford Fairlane. I also drove big rigs during women’s lib.
Young looking
I look younger than I my real age. Most people believe that I am in my early 30s when we first meet. I will be 54 tomorrow July 11th. I was born at 6:30 am. Astrologically, I am a triple Cancerian. I blame my young appearance on my family’s gene pool. Moreover, I’ve come a long ways, Baby!
UFOs aren’t alien
I was born in Roswell, New Mexico at St. Mary’s Hospital. They got rid of the evidence when they tore the place down. Roswell no longer has an acute hospital from what I understand but I fooled them. I still have the original birth and baptismal certificates.
My Roomy
Jewyiss de Fuzz Nutz is my feral cat of 5 yrs. I found him abandoned, cold, and hungry. He was mean as a helpless kitten then and remains a terrorist today. He allows me to share this place with him. He’s worked hard at training me as his servant. On good days I call him, “Butthead”. He’s a twit yet, I don’t know how I would manage without him. He is a real nag. All he does is eat, chit, and meow, but hey, he’s all mine, right? Such a deal. He and I also audibly communicate. When he speaks, I listen. When I speak, he looks at me and laughs.
Last of the Mohiccans
I have outlived my nuclear family members. All died suddenly except one who died in a freak accident. What relatives I have left either live in Texas, New Mexico, or Connecticut. I wouldn’t recognize any of them if I saw them on the street. It’s been well over 35 years since we’ve been together in one place. It will probably be another 35 years before we meet one another again, if even then.
Rude Awakening
I am a maternal type of female. I ooze with mommy beliefs and tactics. I have had the pleasure of having many children who called me Mom and Grandma yet my 33 yr old goddaughter became a grandmother this past January. I am still amazed about it. My deceased son was born 5 yrs before her. If he was alive, I could very well be a great grandmother when indeed I had difficulty with the thought of even being called Mom but, hey, I try. It didn’t hurt but I still find myself laughing her because she always thought I was so dang mean to her.
At one point, she and her best friend were fussing at each other and driving the rest of us crazy so I made them both put on a pair if boxing gloves with the order for them to beat the crap out of one another until they could be nice to each other. That went over like a lead balloon.
She now appreciates what that meant. All of her juvenile antics have returned to her three fold, hehehe. She understands now that I had been mean to her and didn’t give into everything she wanted or have everything her way and now she’s she’s the bad guy. It seems that she also cares enough about her children to pull the reins on them at times, just like I did. Bless her heart, she only wants her children to live happy and successful lives exactly as I wanted for her. Bad Mommy, bad.
I call it vindication and it could even be thought of as sweet revenge; moreover, I absolutely love it. Her life proves that I made my grade as did her real mother who is now deceased. Both of us were and are still real proud of her and our accomplishment with her life as an end result. She is a wonderful mother, loving wife and, a delightfully wise adult whom I call my friend.
On that note, let me leave you with a quote made by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and affection of children; to learn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a little bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”
Just a note:
I am going to leave this meme open so that anyone can play along. Feel free to accept the baton anytime you are into pain and abuse and then you can run with it a while. Share the love, it’s the American way. We will even help you with any Democracy issues of your choice. Invest in your child’s future, buy war bonds.
Originally posted 2007-07-10 00:54:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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