Monday, April 21, 2008

Because Talking About Yourself Is Fun

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.)

32 comments:

  1. If you are from the New York area, you would use the phrase "some of youse." Does that look better? Not really. I think the Southerners have it right - "y'all."

    That 10th-grade friend story? Ouch. I think I would still be hiding under my bed, 30 years later.

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  2. Goodbye Cruel World is my favorite of your posts. When I read it I knew instantly we were long lost twins ;)

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  3. Hey this was fun- there were a couple I hadn't read yet.
    My eight year old was afraid of the witch/step-mother in Enchanted. Yet she asks me when she can watch Star Wars. How 'bout never?

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  4. I love the flashback memes. MAking you dig in your archives is always interesting. I'm glad to see you today!! Sorry your weekend was so tough. *huggles*

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  5. This why I am glad you'll never stop blogging - you keep it real and I love that.

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  6. Just stumbled upon your blog and I loved your post about blogging. So true, sadly for me. I am happy to tell you that I have reached blogging zen. Very fun blog.

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  7. Yay, fun stuff about Sue! and Yay for grahms and frosting.

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  8. talking about yourself IS fun.

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  9. I had a similar best friend incident, except I said that to my friend and she gave me this odd look and told me I couldn't be her best friend because she already had one. Ouch. So ya...totally feel ya, sis.

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  10. seriously, nicest comment ever you left on my last post. We can be bff, easy. I miss you already and am so glad to have the internet so I can keep in touch with your lovely face.

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  11. I love that I'm not the only one who would stay up after the rest of the family is sleeping, to make myself some frosting, or, um, say a big batch of brownies. ;)

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  12. I thought for sure I'd read all your posts, but I hadn't.

    Yeah for memes that bring more Sue-isms to the world! I need'em.

    Hope you have a good week - Heidi

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  13. Maddison1:11 PM

    I really enjoy your posts! But uh, just one question... what's a meme??

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  14. I love all your posts - even the lame ones.

    Sorry the kids are making you feel bad. That is going to happen for awhile. I don't know when they will stop it but hang in there. Like I said you could just write the word crap twenty times and you would still get comments. So at least one part of you will feel good. :)

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  15. I don't think I've ever had frosted graham crackers...was it chocolate icing? (Sorry, I have actually never called it "frosting", it's always "icing". Maybe it's a Southern thang.) I love reading your blog!

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  16. Girl, kuddos to you for making your frosting! I just buy the ready made Pillsbury stuff and rip the top off whenever I please! :)

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  17. I am SO glad you are never going to quit blogging. You have so many hilarious posts, I can't even begin to pick my favorite one. But remember the one about your husband dying in a car crash (not really)? That was fun-ny.

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  18. I so wish I could write as well as you! And don't try and be all modest and pshaw cuz it's now clear that you love comments/compliments. Relish in the fact that you're an "attention whore" and instead say, "Yeah-but I'm awesome and chances of you ever being that great are small. You'll just have to be content with mediocrity." :)

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  19. Graham crackers and frosting - now that's an old Christensen family tradition. I hope you didn't stray too far from the "recipe" and only used white frosting. And of course, you made a cookie with the frosting between two graham crackers. At our house, these are called Granny Grahams.

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  20. Hey, Sue?

    So, my kids have been here in our new state of New York for almost exactly a month now. They've gone to school exactly two days (okay, so maybe that is just how it feels to ME) and we have taken them to the beach, shopping for furniture, to New York CITY where we took them to FAO Schwarz (!), out to eat about six hundred thousand times and you know what? My little one still cries for her old friends and breaks my heart. Almost every day. Bums me out to a terrible degree because, well, this is our new home. And it's not like moving and making new friends and getting honked at every single time I drive is my idea of a really swell time, either.

    What I'm TRYING to say is that this moving thing is hard on everyone and whatever y'all are feeling is the right thing to feel. And you are clearly kick-ass parents or your kids wouldn't feel so comfortable expressing their mixed emotions. And you know what? You're entitled to those, too.

    Wish I could give you a big hug.

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  21. At least you ate the frosting with crackers. I'd just sit with the bowl of it and maybe a spoon.

    I love all your posts but my favorite was the first one I read about the Ghetto Pinata. Hilarious to this day!

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  22. I would be hard pressed to name one of your posts as my favorite, because I love all of them. But the one that got the biggest reaction out of me was your snowbound car wreck.

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  23. My mom used to make frosting and graham cracker cookies. Put them in tupperware for a few hours, and they get nice and soft.
    My favorite post of all time, throughout the entire blogging universe is "The birthday party, a parable"
    Ever since then, I try to work the phrase "freakethed out" into conversation as often as possible;0)
    You are brilliant!

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  24. I absolutely LOVE the name of your blog. I have a personal humorous column in our local paper and one (what I would term as) jealous reader wrote in and said she was tired of reading my musings as I "contemplated my own navel." I mean, come on...who else's navel would I contemplate in my PERSONAL column? So you can imagine how funny I think your blog is!!!

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  25. those were fun to read!

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  26. I love memes! (I don't like doing them because...well, I'm boring...but reading other people's sure is fun.)

    Goodbye Cruel World is one of my favorites.

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  27. Sue, you're my best friend and I really care about you.

    Now I'm going to call you every day and bug you about why you don't call me back. We're bff's now!

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  28. It must be the week for posting Tags.

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  29. I loved re-reading those posts... you crack me up!

    {{{Hugs}}} Hope you are all doing better!

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  30. If I lived in Arizona, I would call and call until one of your innocent children managed to answer the phone... Then I would beg them to take it over to your ear, at which time I'd explain to you that we (you and me) are destined to be friends because really, weirdo's like us are hard to come by and seriously, for our own safety, we should travel in packs. I miss you. Even though I never knew you when you lived in Utah. Now THAT is weird.

    But can we still be friends? Huh? Huh? Huh? I'll buy you a diet coke and listen to you complain about your kids... and help you with whatever random church calling your have I am GOOD at that sort of stuff... SKILLED, in fact! It would be FABULOUS!

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  31. You are so hillarious! I love reading your blog! I loved the blog about fashion disasters, or maybe I felt solace in realizing there are others that have fashion-issues out there. Seriously, I laughed so hard!

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  32. I think it is great that at least you admit to being a compliment whore. I love it too. I just get them so infrequently I forget how it feels. The last time I sang in church was a complete disaster.

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