Sticks and Stars

I am going to take this second-to-last NaBloPoMo entry to attend to some business I should have attended to months and months and months ago.

I’ve was tagged for two different memes, one a mere few months ago, the other a mere several months ago, and I did nothing in response. Nothing! [hangs head in shame] I did post about it, or at least I started to, but I just could not choose the requisite people to tag in turn. I tried, then I wrote an entire post about how I just could. not. do it (also unfinished and unposted) and then I let myself be distracted by shiny things and guiltily pretended the whole thing never happened. But today I will rectify my wrongs.

I feel terrible about it not only because no one ever tags me for memes and when it happens it makes me feel so special and popular so you’d think I’ve give those tags the attention they deserve, but also because if I tagged folks for a meme (as I do below) and they didn’t respond, I would feel so terrible, like they just rolled their eyes and scoffed when they saw that I tagged them, as if they had time to waste on something so petty from someone so unimportant. And while I’m sure that Selzach and Kristina are not nearly as neurotic and overly sensitive as I, I would still hate to think that I might possible have inspired even a hint of such feelings.

So let’s get down to business.

First:

Selzach tagged me as a:

And it’s just so true! [preens]

In turn, I identify the following lovely ladies to also be Rockin’ Girl Bloggers (in alphabetical order, not in order of how much they rock):

Ada - She doesn’t post anymore (or least not anywhere that I know of, but when she was blogging she was always at the top of my reading list.

Deirdre - My parallel universe fraternal twin.

Kristin - Perhaps the original rockin’ girl blogger.

Kristina - No one I’d trust more with my girly bits…er…my birth-related girly bits, that is.

Nikoline - Her posts soothe my soul, help me appreciate my journeys and make me feel all peaceful and shit.

And then, Kristina tagged me for the “8 Things About Me” meme:

Rules:

People who are tagged need to write in their own blog these rules & the eight things. At the end of the your blog post, tag six people and list their (blog) names. Leave a comment on their blog telling them they’ve been tagged and encourage them to read your blog.

1) I grew up in a small, conservative, rural logging down. My dreams were entirely too big for the white trash community of which my family was a part, yet I was entirely too poor to rise above. Needless to say, I did not fit in and endured much, much misery as a result.

2) I am horrible (horrible!) at replying to emails. If people took as long to respond (or even not respond) to my emails as I take to reply to others’ emails, I would think they really, really sucked. And I do. I really, really suck. I constantly come up with plans to be better about it, but it never makes a difference.

3) I fear I might be one of those people who is kind of a slob in their every day living. But I also don’t believe that it’s innate, just a lack of the awareness and training to be otherwise (I come from relatively slovenly parents). I’m working on this and am much better than I used to be.

4) I am deeply, deeply conscious of being a fat girl. I feel very aware of how I do or do not fit into the various stereotypes our society holds about fat people and I feel very paranoid about ways in which I contribute to them. For example, I like when I have the opportunity to tell people that I work out every day because I’m sure they can’t imagine that someone like me would, but I never get candy from our candy jar at work when anyone else is around because I know that people will notice the fat girl raiding the candy jar…even if everyone else is doing it too.

5) Until very, very recently I was afraid of the dark but I managed to train myself out of it. If I let myself think about it, I still am, but I just don’t. I also stopped watching scary movies even though I love them because they were the primary reason I was scared. Movies I watched as a child scare me to this day.

6) I am a terrible insomniac and one exercise I use to get myself to sleep is to work my way from head to toe imagining what my body would be like if it could be exactly how I wanted it. I hate this exercise because it only reinforces all the things I hate about my body instead of something even remotely useful, yet I keep doing it because I fall asleep before I reach my head without fail.

7) I feel like I am a teenage boy in how much I think about sex. Probably it’s largely because I’m not having any, but it’s always on my mind. I gotta do something about that (the not having any part, not the being on my mind part).
I wish I was more the person I am on my blog in real life.

The people I tag in turn (although I certainly don’t blame them if they scoff and turn up their noses at my tag) are Barbara, Jane (is that your nom de plume?), Kristina, Lucia and Selzach.

Whew! Such a weight off my shoulders!

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