A MEME from Me Me

I saw this MEME on Kris' Blog at www.misskris2005.bravejournal.com

1. When did you first start blogging and why?

I started blogging in July of 2004. My son asked me to take a look at his blog. He told me how easy it was, and a few hours later I was good to go! The 'why' has many different levels. But mostly, I just like to read and write.

2. What won't you write about?

Oh, I think I'll write about anything. But, I don't want to argue with anyone. So, I avoid getting into controversies that really upset people. When I believe strongly in something, you will know it. My strongly held beliefs are rather simple and few. I hold more loosely to those beliefs that may change as I continue to learn and grow as a person. I've changed SO much that I've learned not to get all hot about those things.

For example - I LOVED homeschooling Oldest Son. I didn't love homeschooling Daughter. I never homeschooled Youngest Son. Just from that, you can gather that I could take many different sides on the issue of educating ones children. I hope all of the choices remain available. But, I know from experience that there isn't just ONE way to do it. To those who think there is, I say, "Huh."

3. Are you and your blog "persona" the same?

I think so. I can't imagine wanting to 'fake' my life. Remember, I like boring. I find it exciting. Take today for instance. I picked up my sister from the airport. But, driving into the airport, I missed the entrance for the terminal parking (is this parking you will die from?). This meant I had to drive ALL the way around to get back to where I first made this error. Then, when I got to the right spot, I forgot how to put down the window. I inevitably unlock the door instead of put down the window. So, it took me longer than a normal person to get the ticket. Then, I had to open the stroller for Baby Boy BY MYSELF. Doing things BY MYSELF annoys me. I am the kind of person who needs to stand next to someone and point out what they are doing wrong. It's my calling. What can I say? Anyway, I didn't want to bring in the whole diaper bag just to gather up my sister who had flown all night, so I just stuck one diaper in my purse. Oh. You guessed it! Baby Boy pooped in the airport. A particularly foul smelling poop. I was THAT person, who changed a baby in the bathroom without baby wipes, without a bag to wrap it in (oh, i found one. i know where janitors hide them!). But, I always feel like I am inept. Except, of course, when I am standing next to someone else. Today, there was no someone else. Well, except for Baby Boy. I'm safe until he can tell his mom. I can hear them now - "Guess what grandma did today!" "Which grandma? Skinny grandma or fat grandma?" "Fat grandma."

4. How do you use blogging for friendship?

I don't know. The whole idea of friendship has always seemed elusive to me. I got stung very badly by my three closest friends in high school, and 30 years later it still haunts me. For that reason, my blog friends are very dear to me. Daughter calls them my 'imaginary friends' but I know they (YOU!) are real. More real than the friends I could see.

5. Describe your writing style.

Yikes. Do I have one? Daughter tells me that I have the ability to make my dull and boring life seem interesting. Well, she said that before she had Baby Boy and I haven't had a dull or boring day since. I know that I still write the same as I did in high school. I once heard my mom laughing hysterically into the telephone. She had found something that I had written and was reading it to my grandpa. She told me later that grandpa loved it. It was about throwing-up.

I don't think that it's until one gets older that the overwhelming realization of the very moment by moment-ness of life sinks in. I find almost all of the moments to be precious. This makes my life full. If I were always waiting for something to take me away from all this, I would be very dissatisfied. But, I love living my simple little life, looking for ways to be real without forcing my particular way of thinking on other people. I hope that comes through when I write.