Wednesday, May 17, 2006

A friendly game of Tag

Growing up there were many school yard games I liked to play. Cops and Robbers. (I was always the robber, and my brother would lock me in jail and then go have lunch.) Hopscotch and double dutch. And of course, my favorite; tag. Well, now that we are all grown up, I don't often get a chance to play tag. That and the fact the kids can out run this chicken any day of the week. So it was with great delight that I found myself tagged. Thanks Izzy. I'm not above a little school yard blogosphere fun so I decided to play. (That and the fact that I had no blog fodder this morning. Nope, this well ran dry.)

I AM: a stronger woman than I gave myself credit for. (And I'm not referring to my stink!)

I WANT: to be able to pick a damn name for my puppy. I named three kids easier than this!

I WISH: that I could harness an angel and bring him home.

I HATE: ignorant, judgmental folks.

I MISS: my Bug. Hence, my blog.

I FEAR: my mother wanting to move in with me when she gets elderly. Dear God, that's a scary thought.

I HEAR: the birds twittering outside my window. **I just heard a loud thump. A birdie flew into my window. I went outside to look and the bird was on the ground. Great. Nice way to start the damn day. I am now a bird killer...Oh wait, it flew away. Phew...**

I WONDER: if I leave my windows dirty will the birds stop flying into them.

I REGRET: never having worn a mini skirt or a two piece bikini out in public. Three kids later, 20 pounds heavier and riddled with stretch marks, I probably never will...

I AM NOT: above drinking milk straight from the carton or eating Betty Crocker's frosting straight from the jar. Come on, people, you don't come here because I call myself the Classy Mommy.

I DANCE: like I'm a discombobulated chicken, doing the herky-jerk. And I love it. Especially with children in my arms and on my toes. My hubs, however, prefers to dance with my sister...He says I look like I have Turrets when I try to two-step.

I SING: all the time. Like a cat in heat. And I don't care. So take that Daddy!

I CRY: yes, damnit, I cry. Let me tell you, Kleenex must love me. Because I must have been personally responsible for their Christmas bonuses.

I AM NOT ALWAYS: funny. At least that's what my mother tells me.

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: beautiful blooms. I have green fingers. Plants love me. Gardens love me. Flowers love me. And I love them all back with the type of geeky faithfulness that worries my hubs.

I WRITE: lists. I am the List Queen. And if I lose my list I have been known to panic and be rendered useless in the grocery store. I have been known to hijack stranger's lists in order to jog my memory about what was on my list. My loved ones refuse to shop with me. They are scared of the lists.

I CONFUSE: my hubs on a daily basis. It's what kept us together for a million years. Adds a little spice, if you know what I mean...

I NEED: a good therapist with a comfy couch. Or a stiff drink.

I SHOULD: be thankful that my parents live five miles down the road and the inlaws live five miles down in the other direction. Built in babysitters, right? More like, built in snoops. Who pop up without knocking, whether you are in the throws of passion or not...

I START: every day with the largest, strongest cup of caffeine I can get my hands on. After I grind my own beans.

I FINISH: every day in the arms of the person who loves me most. And I am so thankful for it. Even if he refuses to shave.

So thanks Izzy for tagging me out in this big ole blogosphere yard. If I can catch Binky I'll tag her!


Blogger Lindsay said...

i love this!!!!!!!! sounds like you and i took dance lessons at the same place!!! hahaha!

2:57 p.m.  
Blogger mama_tulip said...

I drink milk from the bag. Yes, the bag. LOL.

I am also a List Queen. I am lost without my lists.

I sing all the bloody time too and I don't give a rat's ass who hears me. I suck at it, too.

Can I have some of your Green Finger goodness? I have Black Thumbs of Death.

I had no idea the loss that you've suffered. I'm so sorry. I admire you for writing your thoughts and emotions -- I hope it helps you.

4:43 p.m.  
Blogger kimmyk said...

I've never seen this one done before-I liked it. Great list!

4:50 p.m.  
Blogger Binky said...

It's hard not to outrun someone who is standing around, twirling a stringy pig-tail around one finger and sticking the other one up her nose while she prays that someone will, for once, tag her dorky ass :) It was great getting to know you more through these responses. I gotta say I admire those with green thumbs. I am unable to cultivate pretty things that smell good. It really is a gift. Thanks for sharing!

5:20 p.m.  
Blogger It's okay, Sweetie said...

Regardless of what Mom says, I find you funny Redneck Mommy. I only link to funny people on my site ;)

9:13 p.m.  
Blogger Kristin said...

what a wonderful post... i loved what you had to say about your son... i am so sorry for your lost & really, i can't even begin to imagine your pain.

i also love how you ended with "i finish every day in the arms of the person who loves me most"


9:40 p.m.  
Blogger Mom101 said...

You write like a poet T. Although I beg to differ with your mom- you ARE always funny. Especially when the groaners come out...

12:34 a.m.  
Blogger Fidget said...

I DANCE: like I'm a discombobulated chicken, doing the herky-jerk. - this had me laughing out loud!

Your link to izzy directed me to

7:22 a.m.  
Blogger T. said...

Whoops! Never claimed to be clever. Izzy's link is now fixed and sorry to any who were redirected or lost out in cyberspace...

8:03 a.m.  
Blogger Her Bad Mother said...

I wish, I miss...


5:54 p.m.  
Anonymous Izzy said...

Kleenex must love me. Because I must have been personally responsible for their Christmas bonuses.

lol...between you and me, honey, we've probably put oodles of Kleenex executive's children through 12 years of private school!

Thanks for playing! You're a good sport :)

7:09 p.m.  
Blogger Abandoned in Pasadena said...

Your "I Am" list was funny just like all of your other posts. Mama doesn't know you like we do and you're very funny.

10:17 p.m.  
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