For Me, a MEME From Me

Yes. That title does make sense. I was tagged by Me at www.thosenorthernskies.blogspot.com

Seven Facts about Me. Me, the boring one. Seven. Seven boring facts about me, then.

1. I love dandelions. Love them. I think they are beautiful. NOTHING is sweeter than a chubby fist full of dandelions. Today, I 'reseeded' my meadow of dandelions in the back yard by kicking off their billowy heads. It looked like snow. Baby Boy loved it, too.

2. I worry about the mother robin and her nest of eggs outside my closet window. She appears to be a single mom. There is no mate sitting in the tree, waiting to relieve her. I think that is very sad.

3. I haven't read a book all month. Except for children's books and Baby Boy's favorites. I thought I might read while I was sick, but all I did was sleep. I want to finish "The Bell Jar", and then I have Sylvia Plath's journals to work through. Yet, when I pick it up I just cannot do it. I might need something 'lighter' for the summer. It isn't like I don't have hundreds of books on hand...

4. I can pick any year of my life and go back to a specific memory from that time. It just seems such a waste to have lived life with portions of it unremembered and unaccounted for.

5. When I was in kindergarten, a friend of mine wet his pants. When his brother came to pick him up (he was a third-grader) he kindly removed his own sweater and wrapped it around his embarrassed brother and told him that no one would even notice. From that point on, I wished I had a brother. I thought they were wonderful. I still pass the store this brother owns, and I always remember what a remarkable person I thought he was, even in the third grade.

6. I'm starting to like the color combination of aqua and red. Just a year ago, I hated it. This is proof to me that I am still capable of change.

7. I once bought a mug at the thrift store because it matched one I had. When I got it home, I realized it WAS that mug. I had recently carted it off to the thrift store. Saturday, THGGM bought one of his shirts back from the same thrift store - on purpose. He just decided he still liked it.

There you go. Seven more boring things about me. There are MANY more, but, I wouldn't want to bore you...oh...wait...I would.

Now I'm supposed to tag seven people.

I'm not much of a joiner, and I don't handle rejection well, so if you want to do this - You're It.