Showing posts with label me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label me. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

But Georgia never had a sweeter peach...


That's not a song about a meme, but Mame. It's a stretch. I ripped it off from Willowtree.

A blog meme with no real rules. Amazing. I didn't think they existed. Usually, they have all these convoluted rules, where you have to tag three other people who were born during a full moon, but only on a Tuesday and not in fall. And then you have to answer questions like "If you were a candy, what kind would you be?" For the record, I'd be Mounds.


This is a meme about...well, me, I suppose. I was tagged by Rotten Correspondent, one of my oldest and dearest bloggy buddies. She was tagged by Laurie, who wrote a wonderful condensed version of the rules:



it's a very ancient meem, apparently, because it comes with no instructions; i guess they have been lost to the mists of time. i traced it back as far as i could, looking for guidance from the elves or druids or whoever it was who started the meem. i clicked from swearing mother to the person who meemed her--manic mother of five (va-voom! a hottie!), and from her i clicked back to self-employed mum (how did i get on this meem list, i wonder? i have no children), and from her blog i clicked back to my favorite autistic, and from her to identity crisis, but nowhere could i find instructions for this meem...and then a wizard appeared, in one of those tall pointy hats, and he pointed his long wand at me and he intoned, 'JUST MAKE IT UP, DAMMIT.'


So, I shall do that, too.


Although, I probably already told you all everything there is to know about me. For God's sake, I've even shared what colour underwear I sport most days!


So, here is a refresher course for those just joining:



  • I'm a Canadian living in the United States.


  • I moved to the States when I was fifteen.


  • It was hellish.


  • I still carry a Green Card because getting citizenship is a pain in the butt.


  • I moved to the South from Michigan in 1996.


  • I've been bouncing around the southeast ever since.


  • I married a guy from North Georgia, who has no southern accent


  • I met him at work, and he was my boss.


  • I work in radio, and have been a traffic reporter, a news anchor/reporter, a production assistant, a programming assistant, and a DJ (we call them "jocks").


  • I have one child, and one on the way.


  • I had two cats who travelled the country with me, who died last year.


  • I have two new cats, adopted over the summer, named Zoe and Chloe.


  • They are sisters.


  • My child has a mild form of Asperger's Syndrome, which is an autism spectrum disorder.


  • She is four, and is referred to here as The Four Year Old, or TFYO, because I'm too lazy to type that over and over.


  • I've known my best friend, Jill (aka Auntie Jill) since I was fourteen, and she's still my friend.


  • I'm terrified of spiders, tornadoes and fire, all of which I seem to run into with alarming frequency


  • I'm agnostic, having once been a Comparative Religion studies minor.


  • But I love the diversity that comes from everyone else's religion of choice.


  • Irises are my favourite flower and were in my wedding bouquet.


  • I speak very bad French.


  • But I cook really good French food.


  • When I'm pregnant, I get an urge to bake...there is a post on that coming soon.


I can't think of anything else, but if you have questions you want answered, or things you'd like to see me blog about, feel free to leave it in the comments section. A little inspiration, no matter how silly, is good for me.


Oh, and the reason why I blog? All of you, of course.


I'm not good in a crowd. I don't like talking to a lot of people face to face, which is why I work in radio. No one ever sees me, so I can talk all day, as long as I keep telling my self I'm only talking to one person. I suppose if I had a huge audience with lots of comments like Willowtree or Rotten Correspondent, I might go into hiding. I like the size of my blog just fine. I can write how I want, when I want, and the comments that I do get (with the exception of yesterday's Phil bashing) are generally ego-enhancing. Who wouldn't want that?


And of course, I've met some really interesting people all over the world. A British journalist living in France. A mom in England, who's married to a guy in a band, and who has also held all kinds of cool jobs. A nurse in Kansas who makes me laugh almost every day. A weird Canadian guy who writes random thoughts and writes code for a living. An Aussie who's coached baseball and who's one of the most lovable curmudgeons I know. A pagan who lives in South Carolina. A guy in California who's both a metal worker and a teacher (whether he knows it or not). A teacher from Indiana, who is both proud of her faith, and knows how to make science fun. Just to name a few.



Right, so I'm supposed to tag a few people. How about...Pixelpi over at Motes. And also...Bellevelma at Running with Books. Just because. And since there are not rules, you guys don't have to do this! Sweet!