Sweet Lorraine tagged me. (dothedishesfirst.blogspot.com) I must tell 6 neurotic things about myself. Given the whole Mary thing, you will understand how easy this is for me.
1. The sun. I like that it's out there, I just don't like it on me. Anywhere. Well, actually on my feet is ok. But that's it. I will go to extraordinary lengths to avoid being directly in the sun. When I cannot, I get cranky. No vampire comments, please.
2. My smile. I show too much gum when I smile. I've been neurotic about it since 4th grade when Susan Marlowe (thanks again, Sue) pointed out that my smile revealed more gum space than average. (She didn't say it so nicely.) When I try to limit gum exposure, I look fake. A dentist explained the details about variations in gum exposure to me. While fascinating, it didn't solve my problem and the drawings kind of freaked me out.
3. My skin. I'm always trying new face creams (none of which really do what they say they will - but I keep buying because there must be one out there that does) to keep it from becoming whatever. I also use sunscreen made for people who've had laser work done (so spf of like 1000) to avoid getting freckles. I have a few freckles, which I HATE, but you can barely see them anymore due to #1 and to the sunscreen.
4. The perfect black cardigan sweater. I've never found it. It has to be just right and it never is. I have bought many, many sweaters looking for it. I have exactly 5 very imperfect black cardigans in a variety of fabrics and cuts in my closet right now. I wear them, just not happily.
5. The traces childbearing left behind. No comment.
6. The THING. It's the thing that's going to change my life (from what or why or into what, I'm not sure). So I've got books and books and herbs and programs and plans and soul medicine and remedies and meditations and reflections and accessories to all of those. I think all of them work, I guess I was just hoping for the change to be like a champagne cork popping out and it's more like the bubbles in the glass of champagne - one little change at a time.
12 comments:
How can you not like the sun, whose child are you??? Please don't pass that on to the boys, they need to embrace the sun, sand and ocean. I am never so at peace as when I am at the ocean.
Wow that must have sounded like mom!!!
Chrisiti - I was tagged, I had to come up with something.
Zeb - sand and ocean have nothing to do with my sun thing. I love the beach as much as you, I just like it a lot better when it's cloudy.
Now I can sleep better today I was worried you had gone over to the dark side!!!
Everyone has their own personal, special neurotic items - but your skin - really - I've seen several pictures of you and I don't even see one wrinkle. Perhaps you're drinking too much java and imagining wrinkles that aren't there!
ps - I am assuming Zeb is Daryl and not Danny - and I correct?
Christi - no profanity on my blog please.
Beth - oh BELIEVE me, the wrinkles are there! Zeb is indeed my oldest, and therefore, wisest brother.
Charlie - Bless your heart again.
I don't believe you about the wrinkles, butI do believe that the eldest brother is the wisest - even I remember how smart he was in school!
Welcome home. I'm a beyatch. But you love my sun-kissed face anyway, don't you?
Beth you are just a sweet as I remember.
Nicole I am only the wisest because I am the oldest? If that was not funny it might actually hurt!! Oh wait I would have to have feeling first!!!
I share #6 to an extent. I am always looking for a version of the 'Thing' and one day I 'will' find it.
Grish - If/when you do, please tell me what it is. Or maybe it's an individual kind of Thing.
Not sure but I would have to guess 'it' would be an individual thing. Otherwise anyone who found 'it' could bottle 'it' and sell 'it' to the rest of us. :)
Grish - considering the number of bottles of potions I've got at my house, someone has done just that. Don't I look changed today?
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