Oy, I've Been Tagged!

Sun., May 18, 12:06 PM

Under other circumstances I might just ignore this. But sixweasels has been one of my favorite reads since my early D’land days. I suspect that her own 8 Things Meme may be more amusing, but let’s see what I can do. Random? Preferably stuff I haven’t mentioned before? Eight? This may take a while.

Here are the rules:

  1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
  2. People who are tagged write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
  3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.
  4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment on their blog and tell them they’ve been tagged, and to come back and read your blog for the whole story.

  1. After all these years, I am still incredibly naïve. I truly want to believe what people tell me. I don’t mean salesmen or politicians or anyone else with a personal agenda. But I find it incredibly painful to discover that someone I considered a friend couldn’t tell me the truth.

    I attended a rousing lecture by a man I used to admire greatly. I was ready to jump right back on the bandwagon. Fortunately, as I drove home, the radio began to play Rod Stewart: “If I listened long enough to you, I’d find a way to believe it’s all true, Knowing that you lied…” Right.

    Another person I know has lied so consistently that I am pretty sure his memory is not as good as mine. But I now find myself unable to believe anything he has ever told me, from the résumé I typed for him to his military service and world travels. Cue Rod Stewart please.

  2. I was very timid as a child and as a young adult. I spent years teaching myself to overcome my fears and to attempt new experiences in spite of being shy. I got pretty good at it too, because I didn’t want my kids to grow up that way.

    To my great disgust, as my options are cut back one by one, I find the fears returning. I don’t know whether I can do that again.

  3. I have been known to say that, if I had to choose to perform in some way, it would be stand-up comedy. (I am no Estelle Getty or Fyvush Finkle, but I can be funny once in a while.) It has occurred to me, however, that one of the funniest things I do is accomplished sitting down.

    Even as I do it, I picture this: an old woman riding an adult tricycle, wearing wraparound sunglasses, with her gray hair flying in the wind, and I laugh too. Imagine the comments I get from the motorcyclists!

  4. The trike, as you know, has its limitations. “CBS Sunday Morning” did a segment today on microcars. Yes, that’s exactly what I need. The reporter had a little trouble squeezing himself into those things, which means they’d be just my size. If you get one small enough — and he did have one like that — you can drive it right through the double doors of the supermarket. In the days of “mom as taxi driver,” I always threatened that one day I would get a car that had no room for passengers.

  5. I am essentially a private person, despite what I may have written as l’empress. There are some things I would not talk about, any more than I would walk naked down the street. That’s essentially why I don’t do the so-called social sites such as f@ceb00k. Simply not my style.

  6. For more than half of my life I have been a mother, and I have always said that your most important job as a parent is teaching you child how to get along without you.

    What changes when you are the parent of self-sufficient adults? Basically, you have to remember that they are adults, no longer your babies. If it is something too rude to say to one of your friends, don’t say it to your kid. Furthermore, whether you like it or not, you have to be very careful about offering unsolicited advice. Bite your tongue and keep it to yourself.

    I know many of you won’t have that problem for some time, and others are just coming to it. The other side of this argument is, if you are still providing financial support for a child, your opinion is valid; at least give him/her the option of forgoing the support.

  7. For some reason, I have always been amused by old jokes with modern alterations. For example, picture a witch flying through the air…on a vacuum cleaner. Somehow, the cornier the joke, the funnier that is.

    Now consider that old chestnut:
    “Who was that lady I saw you with last night?
    That was no lady, that was my wife.
    Jokes like that spin off parodies that as just as bad:
    Who was that ladle I saw you with?
    That was no ladle, that was my knife.
    Very recently, I realized that we had written a new punchline without even trying, just as we watched tv.
    Who was that lady…?
    I don’t know, let me check imdb.

  8. Bless the internet once more: I came upon a notice that my cousin’s wife died recently. It has been, to my astonishment, forty-four years since I last saw him. I think it’s time to drop him a note. I had better include a picture of me with our Gramma, so he’ll know who I am.


I don’t think I will tag anyone. Try this if you like; it was hard.



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