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So as you probably already gleaned from the title, this is a two in one special. First, I'd like to accept my award from the sarcastic but not bitchy, snarky but self-effacing, always hilarious Laura Sauer of Catharsis.
The award:
To accept this award, I must reveal 7 things you may not know about me. Profound things, they say. (Which is also a sort of introduction to the SheWriters.)
1. I dream about flying. Or not being able to quite fly. And in these dreams, I remember having flown, and I'm frustrated because that ability has been replaced by now only being able to glide.
2. I talk to God all the time. I ask him to help me find my keys, to give me patience with my daughters, to keep me from smacking someone who's infuriated me, to please please help with my faltering memory. Sometimes I thank him for days that go smoothly, other times I ask him to watch over my grandparents and force them to get along in the afterlife. Then there are times I tell him I just don't believe anymore. I don't know what I'm looking for from these little soliloquies. Maybe I just like the sound of my own voice, and the fact that he ain't going anywhere (in my head, at least).
3. Green is my favorite color. It gives me a warm, fuzzy, almost-swoony feeling when I look at it. Nothing makes me happier than spring, when it's everywhere.
4. Fall used to be my favorite season. As I've gotten older, I've realized that I don't feel that way anymore. Fall gets me to thinking of endings, of times past, of people who are no longer here, and of friends with whom I've lost touch. Now I love the season of beginnings...
5. Whenever I get bone-deep depressed, I read F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Crack Up. Yes, I cry for a few hours while I read it, but I yank myself up by my hair and resolve to get back out there again. There being living and learning and growing, and most importantly, trying.
6. When I was in third grade I gave a boy a black eye. He had a crush on me and made the mistake of jumping out and surprising me (he was hiding behind a building) one day during lunch. Yeah-he paid for that.
7. People always say they have nothing they regret. All the mistakes they've made have led to this point in time, and they would never have learned it without blahblahmf'ingBLAH. If I could go back in time and change something, it would be to listen to my mother. To not think I was smarter than her. That I wouldn't make the same mistakes she did. If I could go back, I'd tell my teen-aged mule-headed self that my mom knew what she was talking about. Oh yes, she knew...
The award:
To accept this award, I must reveal 7 things you may not know about me. Profound things, they say. (Which is also a sort of introduction to the SheWriters.)
1. I dream about flying. Or not being able to quite fly. And in these dreams, I remember having flown, and I'm frustrated because that ability has been replaced by now only being able to glide.
2. I talk to God all the time. I ask him to help me find my keys, to give me patience with my daughters, to keep me from smacking someone who's infuriated me, to please please help with my faltering memory. Sometimes I thank him for days that go smoothly, other times I ask him to watch over my grandparents and force them to get along in the afterlife. Then there are times I tell him I just don't believe anymore. I don't know what I'm looking for from these little soliloquies. Maybe I just like the sound of my own voice, and the fact that he ain't going anywhere (in my head, at least).
3. Green is my favorite color. It gives me a warm, fuzzy, almost-swoony feeling when I look at it. Nothing makes me happier than spring, when it's everywhere.
4. Fall used to be my favorite season. As I've gotten older, I've realized that I don't feel that way anymore. Fall gets me to thinking of endings, of times past, of people who are no longer here, and of friends with whom I've lost touch. Now I love the season of beginnings...
5. Whenever I get bone-deep depressed, I read F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Crack Up. Yes, I cry for a few hours while I read it, but I yank myself up by my hair and resolve to get back out there again. There being living and learning and growing, and most importantly, trying.
6. When I was in third grade I gave a boy a black eye. He had a crush on me and made the mistake of jumping out and surprising me (he was hiding behind a building) one day during lunch. Yeah-he paid for that.
7. People always say they have nothing they regret. All the mistakes they've made have led to this point in time, and they would never have learned it without blahblahmf'ingBLAH. If I could go back in time and change something, it would be to listen to my mother. To not think I was smarter than her. That I wouldn't make the same mistakes she did. If I could go back, I'd tell my teen-aged mule-headed self that my mom knew what she was talking about. Oh yes, she knew...
