Just as I was thinking about the fact that I have absolutely nothing to say that could take up an entire post and was toying with the idea of doing a random list, I read that Mama Zen tagged me for an 8 Random Things meme. I think it’s supposed to be 8 things about myself, but I’m going to break the rules and do the list I was originally drafting.
8 Things I Learned This Week
1. Americans don’t have dill pickle chip dip! This is an atrocity. How can the kingdom of junkfood not possess such a delicacy? It boggles the mind. I’m afraid I simply cannot live without it, so any small desire I’ve ever had to move south has been forever squashed.
2. My husband is a linguistic genius. After he cried and then made a co-worker cry by making her read my “Water Baby” post, he said it was “emotional ipecac”. I shall use this term in the future whenever I intentionally make people cry.
3. I feel like such a dumb ass for this one – I just realized this week what “bail” actually is. I thought that when you paid bail, the court system kept the money. I didn’t know you got it back if you showed up for your trial. How is it possible I didn’t know this?
4. My internet addiction may be becoming a problem. You know you spend far too much time on the computer when you see your 2-year-old sitting at the desk and when asked what she’s doing, she replies, “I’m just checking my mail.”
5. My husband is an Addictions Counsellor. Sadly, he only deals with people who have harmless addictions. Like alcohol. Drugs. Or gambling. So I’m going to have to come up with my own treatment plan to kick my internet habit.
6. They still have county fairs! I thought that was just something quaint that they made up for the movies. I had no idea they actually still existed. I guess I have been living in the city for too long and have completely lost touch with my rural routes (even though I never attended one while living on the farm, either). I am so going to one soon. The only problem now is: what would I enter into the fair? Suggestions?
7. My kid may be smoking crack. Or maybe just eating too much chocolate – does it have mind altering powers? How else do you explain some of the crazy shit that comes out of her mouth. An example during a recent car ride with me, my mom, and Elliot:
Me: Pointing at a place I lived in during university. Look, Elliot. Mommy used to live in that house over there.
Elliot: I lived in dat house, too.
Me: Really? I never saw you there.
My mom: Then you were just a twinkle in your parents’ eyes.
Elliot: I have eyes.
8. This week I got to go out! Sure I had the kid with me, but I still got to talk to adults. My favorite kind of adults, too – knitting ones. Speaking of which, you must go here to see what knitters do to unsuspecting sleeping babies. The picture is priceless (but maybe it’s just the knitting nerd in me that thinks so…)
Anyway, I am going to make more time to escape the house in the evenings. Because I realized that – I love adults. I love that I don’t have to wipe their ass while I visit with them. I love that I don’t have to repeat myself constantly to get a message across and mostly, I love their ability to form a sentence without using the words either “mom” or “ahhhhhhhh!”
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And – oh, crap, this is #9, so now I have really broken the rules – apparently I’m a schmoozer! My sister-in-law, Sarah, gave me this award which I have seen scattered all over the internets and now it is my very own.
I guess she figured she needed to give me something for giving her the gift of my brother. Now that’s a gift that just keeps giving…
I pass along the schmoozing bling to:
Petroville for helping to coordinate the Perfect Post Awards, which are a great way for bloggers to become involved in the community (and it gives us a chance to read some amazing posts, too)
Other schmoozers I would like to recognized for their involvement in the blogging community are:
McEwan , Flutter, and LawyerMama because I see their comments on so many of the blogs that I frequent.
Congrats, ladies. You are now officially schmoozers. You may now continue the schmoozefest by passing on this award to others.
#6 Your knitting or your baclava (spelling?)
#8 – I think that’s what I need. A little time with some people who never say “mom” (at least not to me!).
Awww thanks:) That button is ripped! Love it. Love it.
I’ll send the evil one your way, she’s da bomb in breaking laptops.
In response to number 1…ITS ALL MY FAULT YOU AREN’T MOVING HERE, ISN’T IT?? Dang it!
We often ask our little man “Are you on crack?” – I think at some point he may figure out what crack is and we can’t get away with it any more.
I’m going to my home town fair next weekend – may need to bring some knitting to enter – thanks for reminding me!
Umm… No. 4?
Totally raising my hand.
I think it’s good that you didn’t know about bail. I hope you’ll never have to learn about it in person!
Karly – Don’t feel too bad. I’m sure someone would have broken the news to me sooner or later.
Teri – You must update me on your success at the fair. I now have a totally odd curiosity about them. And I’m glad I’m not the only one who accuses her young child of being on crack.
Arkie Mama – Yay! A fellow addict.
Jennifer – Me too! And here’s hoping that if I do learn about it in person that it isn’t because one of my children needs to make bail.
Woo HOO! I’m a schmoozer now. Thanks!
Hey thank you, like over a month later, because I am slow like that