Good things come in sevens.
I've been tagged by the famous Norma-- she is blogging royalty. The meme is called --
7 weird/random things about me
Here are the rules:
Link to the person (i.e. Norma) who tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog:
Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
[Norma's comment, ditto from Laundress:
I'm pretty sure I've done this one before--but here goes. The fact I'm doing this means I'm out of topics.]
1. I have only one blog. It is not very popular (er, that is an understatement). Are blogs in general fading away or is it just that mine is well under the radar? Should I be trying to "grow" a readership or keep it to myself?
WHY do I blog? Why do YOU blog? I LOVE blogging but I do wonder why I do it. I tend to cringe and shut away the thought whenever it crops up, but ... why blog?
2. Norma sez:
I hate to exercise, sweat, or breathe hard. I know it's good for me, but I've never liked it, and guess I never will. But right after I wrote this I went outside and walked a mile because the sun is shining. When I was 43 I joined an aerobic dance class and lost 20 lbs. But I still hated it...
Laundress: agree with what the Norma said, except that I am walking 6.48 miles every work day (well, not on Fridays because that is a late night, but yep even on Saturdays). Cheerfully self-identified now as a walking commuter. Loving it because walking makes me happy.
Why does walking make me happy? Bi-lateral rhythmic movement is a healing therapy? Hearing the horny Great Horned owls is cheery?
Dunno! Don't care. I have given up three anti-depressant drugs, two pain pills and two sleeping pills (all prescription and I have a feeling they were interacting with one another in strange and unfortunate ways).
Since quitting the drugs and taking up walking... well, I had a REALLY bumpy path at first (withdrawal? anxiety?) but now... no turning back. Walking is a forward motion, it is taking me in the right directions. Even when journeying from hell (to lesser-hell?) and back every day.
Alas, so far I have lost NO weight, due to indulgence in wicked all-you-can-eat Indian luncheon buffets and HEARTY weekend breakfasts. Must find more self-discipline and avoid those delicious luncheons. Also 16 ounce roasted almond "snacks". New Year resolution: brown bag all the way. Veggies. No more nuttiness.
3. I was a lousy student--high school was mostly F's and incompletes, and I spent my teen years completely wasted. I've sort of forgotten the details. Wait, there were no details only fuzzy generalizations. Nope, no clear idea when I finally saw the light. BUT I do most surely know that life is better when sober and unimpeded by chemicals. Honestly, I was a bright kid and an excellent student until thoroughly derailed by... stuff.
4. I still have all my permanent relationships. Even the primary ones: I still love my nursery school teacher. My mentors (who were all insane but I just did not know that as an impressionable child) are still major players in my current life. I have a lot of private conversations with dead people. No, I am no Sylvia Browne (though my voice is surely approaching hers) but I do think it is okay to have vivid memories and great love for those who are dead. I think at this point (age 45), I do love as many dead people as living ones.
5. I never worked in the first profession for which I trained --social work. Except informally. That was how I found out all people with developmental disabilities loathe social workers. I get along very well with people who have developmental disabilities. I do not get along well with people who are successful at being middle class super moms (or their ilk).
6. When we first became parents, I was 32 and my husband 54. We were finally ready. Neither of us could have been good parents two years or ten years earlier. Especially as co-parents. We have done a GOOD job with our first child. Even better with the second one.
When we had our second child, I was an elderly mother, age 36 and my husband was 58. This did NOT seem at all unusual at the time. Now, I sometimes wonder at our audacity or naivete or whatever it was that made us feel equipped to bring fellow humans into this goofy world. But who IS better equipped? Certainly many have done worse. I have know 16 year old single moms who were terrific and 29 year old couples who did suck. Raising kids is HARD. It brings out the best and the worst in parents aka people.
We have terrific kids and we are so glad we had them.
If you aren't a parent but wish to be one?
Don't worry about your age or lack of it. I think a 59 year old single adoptive dad or a 17 year old single mom or whatever in-between would be fine as a parent. It is not exactly a precise equation.
Also, I am most surely convinced that carrying a baby has NOTHING to do with parenting. So birth parents are surely fine people but the adoptive parents who raise kids are the real and true parents. It is all of those hours spent together that matter. My two cents on adoption aka nature vs. nurture.
7. I adore guinea pigs. Plus all other non-human animals even lowly ones (invertebrates and single-celled animals are okay by me!) I LOVE earthworms and pillbugs. Fishes. Salamanders. Anything that comes out of an egg. Secretly think that people with no animal companions are some how seriously defective. I try to keep this to myself.
So wickedly (or not?) I am going to tag some blogfriends. These memes seemed so ubiquitous back in the day, but I haven't run into one for awhile. Guessing this is true for blogfriends too. So here you go, lets see what seven yummy things we might learn from;
Fig Newtons and Scotch
Suture for a Living
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Good things come in sevens.