Pin It You know, today started off a good day. We got up. I had a good hair day. We went to church. We went for a bike ride. It was a beautiful day out. There were even bubble wands.
But it went progressively down hill from there. The kids were being sweet and good, but they plucked at our heartstrings all afternoon long as they talked about Utah and their friends and their old yard - each guilt inducing word punching us in the gut just a little more until husband and I ended up depressed and deflated on the couch. I cried and he DID NOT CRY, because he is a cop, and everyone knows that cops don't cry. After a while he went to bed all sensible like, but I had things to do, like stay up and make myself a bowl of frosting. (SHUT UP, you can't expect me to depression binge on plain graham crackers. The humanity.)
Anyway, the blogging muse has left me for another woman (someone in Utah probably), but I need to post something, so I'm going to finally fulfill the meme that the wonderful Veronica tagged me for many moons ago. (Do you read Veronica? She is LOVELY.) I don't actually have enough posts in each category to make the meme fire on all four cylinders, but I'm going to do it anyway. I'm supposed to list some of my favorite past posts in the following categories:
Friends: I haven't written about friends much. (O.K., at all.) I have a hard time expressing my feelings about friends - in person, in writing, or over the phone. When I'm confronted with a friend moment that would require the expression of some kind of expression of friendly affection, or acknowledgment of good feelings, or - you know, normal human emotion - I shut down. Part of me still thinks this is tenth grade (when I told the girl I thought was my best friend "Hey, you're my best friend, and I really care about you," and she laughed and made fun of me for weeks, because she thought I was seven kinds of lame).
So there isn't much to choose from. But this post mentions friends. Sort of. In passing. (FINE, it doesn't really count probably, but I'm listing it anyway. Even though 50% of you won't get the mormon specific punch line.)
Family : I don't know if I have a favorite, but this one is, at least, not on my list of favorites up at the top, so it might be new to a few of ya. (Why does ya sound so natural in real life, and look so dumb when you write it? Doesn't it look affected, sitting there at the end? It bothers me to have it looking like that, but then "a few of you" sounds so formal, doesn't it? It's a conundrum.) (Well, possibly it's a conundrum. I'm not entirely sure I'm using that word correctly if you want to know the truth. But I don't feel like looking it up. It's late.)
Me: Things that might be awesome is probably the most me of all of my posts. I know most of you have read it, but I cannot tell you how much of my life I have spent hoping to be "discovered." For something. Anything. Not because I want to practice my "art," (because I don't really HAVE any art) but because I'm a terrible attention whore.
The Sunday before we moved I sang in church for the first time since we'd moved to Utah four years prior. My daughters sang a song, and then I sang a song - it was kind of a medley, and it is absolutely unbecoming how delighted I was by the compliments afterward. It was disgusting actually. I was pretending to be all modest and pshaw, but deep inside I was BEAMING, and even deeper inside, a little voice was saying, "STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT. IT SHOULD NOT MATTER THIS MUCH." It's why I will never stop blogging - I'm addicted to the comments.
Something I love: I'm guessing I'm not supposed to link to one about my kids, because of the aforementioned FAMILY category. And I never posted about food. That leaves... Hmmmmm. What does that leave?
I could do the music one, but everyone's read that and frankly, you can only read that one once or twice before it just sort of makes you want to slap me around a little. (SNAP OUT OF IT, WOMAN. WE ALL HAVE PROBLEMS.) I could link to the one about Highland, or the one about the house, but then I'LL start crying again. So I'll just link to one about blogging. Just because.
Wild card: My favorite post ever is still Goodbye Cruel World, not because it's well written or anything, but because it makes me laugh every time. At myself. (Yes, I know that's lame. HELLO, have you MET me?) I just keep remembering how hard I was laughing during the ultrasound, and the look the ultrasound tech was giving me, and how my husband was laughing, and I'm just instantly in a good mood because that was some good, quality laughing. (You know how when you laugh really hard you always remember it? Fifteen years ago I was sitting in a parking lot with a good friend and we were laughing so hard that she accidentally spit candy corns all over me, and even now, we'll look at each other and say, "Hey, remember the candy corns?" And we'll both start cracking up. I love that.)
But I won't link to that one, because, um, I think I've milked that cow one too many times now. I'm just gonna link to the post where I fought with my husband, because it makes my sister-in-law laugh and it makes another sister-in-law feel vaguely uncomfortable. (And now they will all be wondering if I'm talking about them. I have six of them. Heh heh heh.)
I have to think about the tags. I can't remember who does memes, and who doesn't do memes and who does memes but only if they're really good, and who does memes but doesn't like people to tag them and... Huh.
(Ya know, I think I'll skip the tagging.)