Archive for December 8th, 2006

All right, already!

Since Izzybella is so determined to ensure that everyone knows it’s my birthday, I’ll blog a bit about it.

Yes. It’s my birthday. I was born on December 8th, 1963. I’m 20 years old today. The first time I was 20, it was 1983. It wasn’t a good year. So I’m going to be 20 again.

I cannot, of course, guarantee that it will be a good year. I can, however, guarantee that it will be different. Interesting.

Isn’t that some ancient curse? May you live in interesting times. It could also be a blessing, depending on how one looks at it. May you live in interesting times.

Whenever or wherever I am, things tend to be interesting.

And if you want to see what I looked like in 1979, go check out Liz’s blog.

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I got tagged by Izzybella, so here goes. Oh, and for the record, how I’m supposed to limit it to only six is beyond me.

  1. When I really like a CD, I listen to it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over until everyone else within earshot totally hates it and me and their lives and wishes someone would just put them out of their misery. So it’s probably a really good thing that I have a private office at work so that no one has to listen to Chicory’s Mix over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over because I’ve been listening to it almost exclusively since she sent it. I love it! What’s not to love about it? It’s fantastic! My favorite songs on it are Rowing Song by Patty Griffin, Painting by Chagall by The weepies, Gotta Have You by The Weepies, Useless Desires by Patty Griffin, World Spins Madly On by The Weepies, Volcano by Damien Rice, Comfortably Numb by Dar Williams, The Blower’s Daughter by Damien Rice, It’s Only Fear by Alexi Murdoch, The Deep by Clair Holley, and City Hall by Vienna Teng. Oh yes, and Ship Out on the Sea by The Be Good Tanyas. I like that one, too. And all the other songs on the CD. Sometimes I wake up in the morning singing, “Love is a feeling like a warm black stone.” That’s a bad thing why?
  2. I argue with people who aren’t there. Like this: weird is such a subjective thing. Things that I think are perfectly normal you may think are weird. I mean, I think it’s perfectly normal for me to listen to my CDs over and over and over and over and over and over and over, but you might define that as weird. In fact, everything I do is perfectly normal to me, or I wouldn’t do it. So I’m going to continue with this completely illogical meme to satisfy my sister who’s so totally in trouble for posting a photo of me from 1979.
  3. I decided that from today on, I’m not adhering to my calendar birthdays. I’m not going to do like my mother-in-law, who chose some years ago to remain 39 for the rest of her life. I am just going to pick certain ages at random. I decided today that I’m going to be 20 this year. Why 20? Why the heck not 20? I didn’t particularly enjoy 20 the first time around. It was a rough year. I’m smarter now, and a heck of a lot cuter now. I have better taste in clothing. I have more discretionary income. I have a better job. So I’m going to be 20 this year. Is that weird? I don’t think so!
  4. I sing to my dog every morning, and every evening, and at various moments throughout the day. I sing special Molly songs to her, and she loves it. In the morning she lays on her back and shows me her tummy and gives me kisses while I sing. Sometimes she growls “I love you’s” back to me. Because she loves being sung to. Sometimes she shows me her butt so I can give her bootie scratches while I sing to her. Is that weird? Once again, I say no.
  5. I make up peepee songs when I really have to go to the bathroom really badly and for some reason can’t get there. It’s usually some variation about how badly I need to pee, and it may or may not rhyme, but I try to make it funny, which seems counterproductive, because one would think that making myself laugh could cause me to lose control. And yet, I do it anyway. I also do the peepee dance, but lots of people do that, so that’s not weird even by other people’s standards. I also, for some strange reason that’s weird even to me, will drink more and more water when I’m stuck in a meeting with a desperately full bladder. I know logically that the more water I drink, the more urgent the need to pee will become. And yet I drink on. I don’t know why I do that. And I obviously can’t make up a peepee song or do a peepee dance when I’m stuck in a meeting that I can’t get out of, so there’s no other way to take my mind off my need to go. So yes, I will concede the weirdness of that one. Oh, and one more thing, since I’m on the subject of peeing–I HATE to go to the bathroom. So I put it off as long as possible. I don’t get that one either. I’ll casually mention to my sister that I need to pee, and she’ll call me three hours later and ask if I’ve gone yet. At least six times out of ten, I haven’t. That’s weird as well.
  6. When I’m reading a book set in England, my inner voice has to read it with a British accent. But it makes me read more slowly, which drives me bonkers, because I’m a very fast reader. So then I just give up and read it aloud. Unless it’s Harry Potter, in which case my need to swallow the book whole overrides my need for my inner voice to read it with a British accent. I guess that counts as weird, even by my definition.

I don’t have anyone to tag, because few people read my blog, and those who have either don’t do memes or have already done this one. So here’s the deal. If you’re reading this, and you don’t do memes, do this one–consider yourself tagged. ‘K?

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