It's all about mememememe.
Whilrwind has tagged me for a meme. And so, having been sitting in the house, melting from the heat and unable to drive myself anywhere or do anything more strenuous than going to get the mail (pretending I'm NOT doing the laundry) and baking cookies with Annabel, I welcome it with open arms. ...
And now, without further ado, here it is: Eight Things You Might Not Have Known About Me (even though I ramble on and on about pretty much everything).
1. Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Clippers -- I haven't gotten my hair cut since Annabel was 5 months old and I donated it to Locks of Love. I'm planning on doing it again in a few weeks before my hair starts shedding it's pregnancy weight. Have I mentioned how much I hate short hair? Not because of the way I look (because, let's face it, short hair really is more flattering for a person my age) but because if you keep it short you have to maintain it. You have to get haircuts every six to eight weeks. That's not in me; not in the least.
2. Barefoot and ... I loved being pregnant. Both times. Sure I complained non-stop about heartburn and other unmentionable ailments but I always feel healthy and emotionally content in pregnancy. There's always a little bit of a let down once the baby is born and no longer jabbing me with their knees and elbows. I feel alone.
3. Hypochondria or Hypothyroidism? -- I have hypothyroidism. I take 112 mgs of Levoxyl every day to replace the hormone my gland doesn't make anymore. My sister and I go to the same endocrinologist. My doctor told her that my thyroid gland is virtually gone. She hasn't mentioned it to me yet, though.
4. Reading is Fundamental -- I have read three books since Annabel was born. This pains me. I used to read a book every two days.
5. Sit and Spin -- I miss going to the laundrymat. It's one of those things that once you have a washing machine in the house you never do again. You just can't muster up the gumption to drag a hundred pounds of dirty clothes, towels and linens to the local "Suds and Duds" no matter how much you like the smell of dryer sheets or the din of humanity. You can't trump convenience for even one afternoon of nostalgia.
6. Career Counseling -- I never got a job with Rolling Stone or The New York Times (or the Weekly World News) and I've been rejected from The New Yorker more times than I've probably even subjected my drivel to its editors, yet what makes me feel like a failure is the fact that I can't seem to clean my house or weed the garden.
7. Surprise party? I'll kill ya! -- I hate surprises. Mostly because there's always something that backfires. Something I can't control that somehow gets blamed on me when it goes wrong. For example. My bridal shower was a "surprise party," in which names were spelled wrong on the invitations, people didn't get invited ... You know where this is going right? Yeah, people complained to me.
8. Snap Out Of It -- My favorite movie is "Moonstruck." Oh sure, there was a time when I'd have told you my favorite film was "Citzen Kane" or "Harold and Maude," and I wouldn't have been lying. Now, however, I must confess that in the last month I've seen Cher kick a can as she's returning from the Met/Night with Ronnie Camarari 30 times. My favorite line has to be when Rose chastises her father-in-law; "Old man, you give those dogs another piece of my food and I'm gonna kick you 'til you're dead."
As is my custom, I'm not going to tag anyone. But feel free to let me know if you take the baton and run with it.