(On edit – I can’t complain much longer about my friends and their lack of reading comprehension because I totally either mis-read, didn’t read fully or was in my own world about what the question was asking and missed it entirely. Dag, I suck.)
Sunday Stealing: A Fall Meme
Itâ€™s not really fall until… I can smell burning leaves in the air.
What did you need to do in the waning days of summer for it to feel complete? I am glad I got in the pool once this summer since right after that, the days turned a bit colder thereby making the pool (which never did warm up to my personal specifications) colder as well.
A person I know was wrong for me but about whom I frequently thought after a break-up was… Terry. He was the nicest guy I dated, treated me with more love and caring than I had ever experienced and had I met him at a different time in my life, probably would have married him. I left him for a much younger (emotionally and chronologically) guy, realized my mistake early on, tried to get back with him but realized *I* wasn’t what he wanted or needed. He wanted a “stay at home and love it” kind of chick and while I really am that now, I wasn’t then. I remember seeing his wedding announcement in the paper and it brought tears to my eyes. We re-connected on Facebook about a year ago and he’s still happily married and that brings my heart joy. I want only the best for him because I hold him so dear in my memories.
If you could only attend one major sporting event what would it be? HOCKEY, baby! It’s the only sport that rocks hard! Everything else is like Slo-Mo theatre to me.
(See, I didn’t understand that this meant ONE EVENT rather than ONE SPORT. I am a dolt. I’d go to the Stanley Cup finals *IF* the Caps were playing.)
Assuming that you write an anonymous or partially anonymous blog, by what non-physically identifying characteristics might you be identified in a bar? Yeah, not so much with the anonymous here. But if it were, I think the mix of woo-woo and snark would give me away immediately. Those who know me IRL, true?
Most blogs cover some sort of niche â€“ personal, political, dating, culinary, etc. What topic, if any, would you like to address on your blog but doesnâ€™t fit into your niche? I think I cover the “sweetly dorky” niche quite well, thankyouverymuch. I’m not as witty as The Blogess, nor popular like Dooce but I think this blog represents me pretty well. I’ve kept it for seven years and if you go back and read forward (God help you, get some speed first or you’ll fall dead asleep), you’ll see that the string of sweet dorkitude runs deep and long. What doesn’t fit? It’s hard to be sweetly dorky and then get all riled up about the political climate. I’ve done it but it’s not a good fit. So, I keep that mostly confined to other, more appropriate places.
If you could manipulate the time space continuum and give as many as three pieces of advice to a younger version of yourself, what advice would you give and to what age of you?
1. Desperation is NOT an aphrodisiac – my mom managed to instill the idea that I was not quite worthy of a man’s attention for some reason (having to do with her own issues, I saw in retrospect) and so I was always hanging on the edge of “someone please please want me”. Yeah, not attractive at all. Makes people run in the other direction really fast. Chill and trust. (Age? mostly my 20s)
2. Live in a dorm for a year or so because always being on your own will make you a hermit later on in life. Learn to handle noise, confusion, and general chaos just a bit so that you don’t run from it later. (Age? 20s again)
3. Trust your intuition 100%. It was always, always spot on. When you get a spidey sense that something is up, trust that. Ask for guidance and help from your angels. They never steer you wrong if you just freaking listen. (Age? Yep. 20s)
Who among your friends do you really wish had a blog because their stories, or perspective on something ought to be shared? That would be my darling Cousin O’Cool. No one tells a story like that girl. She’s scary smart, snarkier than almost anyone I know and has a really funny perspective on things. I’d like to take credit for it since I was present (and dancing with her to My Sharona) for much of her formative years but alas, I cannot. She came into the world this way. And she’s awesome.
If you were to take an e-cation (vacation from the trappings of our electronic world,) and assuming that employment obligations would allow it, how long of a break could you take? What would you miss the most, the least? Probably about a day. Then I get bored and squirrely and miss my email even though David Cook isn’t my personal pen-pal or anything. Once in a while I take a break (like when I was at the Seminary earlier this year – I was offline all day and it didn’t bother me) but it’s part of my routine and I sort of count on it to ground me. (Although it’s such an astral medium so not sure if it grounds me or I am content in the astral. I suspect the latter.)
Miss the most: email
Miss the least: nothing really – I loves my internets
On September 11th of this year, I attended a couple of parties and was somewhat conflicted by the fact that this ignoble anniversary shall pass with it being just another day in the eyes of many (and in some ways my own eyes as well.) Thoughts? My perspective is this: On that day, I take time to send love and light to all those who gave their life on September 11, as well as their family and friends. We will never know or understand the reasons all that came to pass, I feel. What *I* can do is hold them all in the Light and trust that Father/Mother God knows all.
How high are your walls? Who was the last person to scale them? What tools should would-be climbers have on their belt? Good question. I used to think that I had no walls or maybe low ones. In my dotage I’ve seen that they are, in fact, pretty high. I show my real self to few and I let few in. It’s scary as hell for me to do that. If I let you in real close, I fear I will be hurt somehow. (Life lessons, gotta love them.) Trusting someone to be my safe place is hard but I am working on it, bit by bit. I’ll be 80 when I finally let someone in, at this rate. What tools? Consistency and willingness to open yourself to me too seems to be key.
The sexiest thing a man can say to you (or has said to you) is: “No holding back. Just let go.” –> this? Yeah. This.