Sundays with Stretchy Pants

Carol tagged me with this blogging meme. I would link to her, but she doesn’t want the likes of you reading her intimate thoughts. I’m kidding. She doesn’t know you or else she would totally let you read her blog. I’m tagging all of you. So there.

1. Why did you start a blog?
I believe it was my undying love for my Nike + iPod that inspired me to start blogging this time around, back when I only had a myspace page. If you want to go waaaay back to when Lena and Liberty were babies, I started that because I had been active on the iParenting message boards and one of the moderators asked me if I wanted to start a “web diary” about breastfeeding twins. I’d always kept a journal, and they promised me a bound copy of it when I was finished, so I agreed. That was in September of ‘99 when I had dial-up and didn’t know about the glories of Trolls. In fact, at the first sign of a Troll who wanted to criticize me for breastfeeding toddlers, I pretended the girls weaned and high-tailed it out of there. I never did receive my bound copy that I was promised. That was also before I had read Operating Instructions by Anne Lamott and The Big Rumpus by Ayun Halliday, and realized that there was this whole other way of writing about our precious, precious babies so we wouldn’t come off as vapid lobotomy patients. I realized I could keep my horrible personality intact while writing about my life and it wouldn’t mean I hated my children. That knowledge would have come in handy back in 1999.

2. Why do you continue to blog? I continue to blog in an effort to keep my navel-gazing narcissism from spilling out all over my children. Hopefully. Also, ads would be nice, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. So now I have to pretend I don’t want to sell out by having ads on my site.

3. Do you have a blogmother/blogfather? That would be Dawn, of course. She shamed me into encouraged me to start a real blog over here instead of at myspace. And she set this whole thing up and fixes every little thing that goes wrong with it. For free! Just because she can. She’s awesome. You should hire her to do stuff for you.

4. Any downside to blogging?

Blogger’s block.

5. Do your ‘real world’ friends know that you blog?

My Columbus real world friends read my blog. But I think there are just a few readers from my pre-Columbus days. If I know you in the real world and you haven’t commented before, let me know you’re there. It’s fun! Otherwise, it’s just creepy that you know me and I know you, and you read my blog but I don’t know it. Stalker!

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Too Tight Ponytail Girl tagged me with the 7 weird things meme. This lead to a conversation with Bryan that went something like this:

Me: I’m supposed to blog about 7 weird things about me. Any ideas?

Him: Yeah, you always blah, blah, blah

Me: I don’t do that!

Him: Yes, you do. How about blah, blah, blah

Me: That’s not weird!

Him: Yes, it is. How about this one: Blah, blah, blah

Me: I do not always do that. And if I did, it wouldn’t be considered weird. You don’t know what weird is! Go to bed and leave me to my blog.

So, here’s what I came up with on my own:
1. I eat Reese’s peanut butter eggs by eating the chocolate off the sides and top first, then eating the egg-shaped peanut butter. I have no such compulsion with the regular peanut butter cups.

2. I used to see ghosts when I was little. One time, one of them threw a Hungry, Hungry Hippos marble at me when I was singing and dancing to a John Lennon song in my room. They came in through my brother’s demon rock posters in his room, I’m sure of it. And as a teenager I would hear breathing like somebody was right next to me in my bed. I would hold my breath and still hear it. It was super freaky.

3. Every night, I fall asleep lying on my back reading a book. I wake up when my grip relaxes on the book and it tips forward and hits me in the face. Then, I quick turn the light off and go back to sleep in order to avoid things like I mentioned in #2. If I don’t fall asleep fast enough, I read some more. And sometimes I still wake up to my bed shaking just the tiniest bit.

4. I’m afraid of the dark. (surprise)

5. I talk in my sleep. Bryan used to try to wake me up to tell me I’m asleep, but I would get really mad and wake myself up shouting, “I. AM. NOT. SLEEPING!” and then I would go, “nevermind,” like Gilda Radner’s Emily Litella.

6. I do not like animals.

7. On a normal day, I get up early, run, and get my day going, but when I have an appointment or something out of the ordinary that I really have to do, I procrastinate. I get up later, run later, sit in front of the computer longer, and just generally dilly-dally. I don’t know why.

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