My friend Trailer Park Barbie, that paragon of all that is redneck and wonderful, tagged me for this six things meme. I’m in a moody mood, so it’s not the greatest.
Here are the rules: 1) Link back to the person who tagged you. 2) Post the rules on your blog. 3) Write six things about yourself. 4) Tag six people at the end of your post by posting links to their blog sites. 5) Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their site. 6) And let your tagger know when your entry is up.
1: My childhood was rough, and I used to bide my time dreaming of my eighteenth birthday and the day I could get out on my own. My early adulthood was spent learning how to undo the damage and live happily. At forty-seven, I think I’m finally figuring it out.
Whenever I’d hear people talk about their “inner child,” as I considered mine I always thought– Yuck. I hate that kid. She was truly such an awkward mess, always disheveled and often badly-behaved. In my mind, I kind of thought of her as a little ragamuffin, like the one pictured here, and I hated thinking about her. As time has passed though, I’ve learned to appreciate her and the tremendous strength she had. I made it through, I’m here, and I’m happy.
2: The greatest gift I’ve ever been given were my children. Really, they were just loaned to me, as all children are loaned to their parents, but the years I spent raising them were some of the most beautiful of my life. My admiration for them is unending.
3: The human experience moves me deeply. I see fascinating stories in almost everyone, and I often wonder about what lies beneath the surface when meeting people, hearing conversations or witnessing events. I have been accused of empathizing too much, being overly loyal to those who don’t deserve it, and finding something positive in almost everyone. I can be gullible, and I often overlook the bad and concentrate on the good. I wouldn’t change this, although it has been detrimental at times.
I love humor and kindness and the way people band together during tragedies. I admire people who overcome hardships. I adore people who are themselves. I have a built-in bullshit detector, and I love people who are genuine– warts and all. I tried to teach my children to scratch beneath the surface when determining a person’s character– sometimes the people with the sweetest smiles bite the hardest, and the ones with gruff exteriors possess the greatest hearts.
4: I love art, literature, diversity, the beauty of nature, and music really does soothe my savage breast. These things have helped get me through life. Ironically, I have a hard time integrating them into creating a peaceful, warm environment for myself, and I’m only just beginning to learn how to nurture myself. I don’t think I’m very good at it, but I’m getting there.
5: Some dislikes: ♦ bigotry ♦ small-mindedness ♦ hatred ♦ substandard advertising campaigns ♦ greed ♦ shallowness ♦ snobbitivity ♦ high fructose corn syrup ♦ the fact that I’m aging ungracefully ♦ those who take advantage of others ♦ misplaced apostrophes ♦ the fact that wealth is distributed so unequally in the world that a very small number of people could feed the hungry, house and clothe the poor and help provide health care to those in need and still have plenty left over for themselves ♦ the Thomas Kinkade Empire ♦ child abuse ♦ spousal abuse ♦ abuse of power ♦ Old Spice aftershave ♦ Wendy’s french fries ♦ gossips ♦ meanness ♦ a hell of a lot of folk music ♦ people getting into other people’s bidness, and determining how they should live their lives.
6: I love ethnic restaurants, and have yet to meet one that didn’t have something on the menu that I liked. My very, very favorite is sushi. I love the way it’s prepared, the gentle ritual of eating it and the variety. It seems to do nice things for my brain too. Unfortunately, Tom gets a little queasy watching me eat fish eggs and eel, so I’m on a quest to find a Dayton sushi buddy.
I’m not tagging anyone for this, but I would LOVE it if you shared six things. If you do, please let me know, so I can go snooping around into your private life.
P.S. Please me note here that yes, I realize I’m HORRIBLE at meme’s! I agonize over what I’m going to write, and when I visit other people’s blogs, and the memes that they’ve shared, I’m just completely humbled and embarrassed by my own. But what’m I supposed to do? It’s a sacred commitment to the tagger, and I must honor my sacred commitments. So, to everyone who reads my memes, I apologize from the bottom of my blogging heart.