Mama Got Memed

Okay, so I got memed for the first time (more on this in a minute). Since I’m busy and in a blaming mood, we get to blame Al Hsu of InterVarsity Press editorial and book-writing-fool fame for tagging me and taking me away from actual work I need to do and instead addressing this. Actually it’s good (all things work for the good, you know….), because I haven’t updated my poor, neglected blog in a couple weeks anyway. So, in reality, thank you, Al.

So here are the rules (they had numbers, but I’m replacing them with my bug bullets for reasons that should be obvious) for the meme, according to Mr. Hsu and the woman who memed him:

  • Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
  • Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
  • Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
  • Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Everything in my life seems random and weird, but here are 7 for you: 

1. This is my first meme, and I spent all day yesterday (when I was tagged) panicking about what I would write. I had to go to Wikipedia because I didn’t even know what a meme was. I thought it was just because I’m a work-at-home, freelancing writer mom sort of out of the loop alone here in my “corner” office that I didn’t know this hip e-term. Turns out it’s been around long enough that I should’ve known what it was. I mean, I guessed pretty correctly because of the nature of the beast of what was happening and that it looks a lot like mimeograph and mime and I’m smart enough to know about words that are related, but still. I feel dumb for not knowing. Which leads to number two.

2. My whole life I’ve been lumped in with the smart kids–honors classes and the like–and to this day I think a lot (certainly not all!) of people think I’m actually a lot smarter than I am. Truth is, I’ve got a good brain, a keen mind, but not a super-smarty one. I spend a lot of time feeling much dumber than the people around me. At least I’m smart enough to surround myself with smart people!

3. I broke my nose in a horse-riding accident a few days after Christopher Reeve’s tragic riding accident. You know I’m a cold, horrible, insensitive person because I got so annoyed every time every doctor, nurse, and regular person said to me (the woman who attended Fourth of July fireworks in Grant Park with a MILLION people and rode the Metra to train in Chicago for a week with a white “cast” over her nose), “Boy, are YOU lucky it was just your nose.” True, of course, but still not the thing to say while pulling packing out of a person’s nose.

4. I’m messy. And it’s getting worse. The harder I work in every other area of my life (and I work HARD as a writer, a speaker, an editor, and a mom—not necessarily in that order), the lazier I get with my house. Something has to give.

5. I just found a Minnie Mouse diary from when I was 10. Apparently, I loved Ricky Schroeder then, which is weird since I remember Jason Bateman being my favorite Silver Spoon. Huh.

6. I just had a moment of writers block so I went outside for a while to play with my kids and I remembered that this morning I saw a five-inch-long dragonfly on my table-umbrella (or whatever those are called). I first saw its shadow on the under-side of the umbrella as I walked back up our deck steps to get my son’s mitt for t-ball. From the size of the shadow, I thought it was going to be a toy. Not so. You should’ve seen this thing (and, if I remember, I’ll upload a photo later): long, brindled-colord scaley body, pokey-pointy feet. Those double lean wings. Totally get why they call them dragon flies now. Awesome. More beautiful even than the sparkly dragon fly necklace I wear.

7. Ah, seven. I loved being seven. It was the first age I felt “grown.” Plus, I was born in July, so that was cool. It’s also when my teacher, Mrs. Waterstraat “published” my book of limericks for the school library and the age when I knew I not only wanted to be a writer, but that I was a writer.

So that’s it, people. Now I’ve got to tag seven other people, which makes me panic too: Do I KNOW seven people with blogs?

Okay. So I know seven people (I’m sure I know more—no offense if you think I should’ve included you and didn’t. I’m going with the random theme still). Now I’ve got to let them know.

3 Responses to “Mama Got Memed”

  1. June 23, 2008 at 5:59 am #

    Cool list, Caryn. Sorry to cause you panic. And I remember getting my first poem “published” in an elementary school collection. I was thrilled. Doesn’t take much to excite us writer types, huh? Any little recognition or validation and we’re happy.

  2. June 23, 2008 at 9:50 pm #

    Caryn,

    Hey there, sister. The deed is done. Thanks for thinking of me. I hope you’re doing well. I look forward to finding out more about your book.
    Peace.

  3. June 25, 2008 at 11:59 am #

    Thanks Caryn. When you memed me, before I came here to figure out more, I also made a trip to Wikipedia. What a little shelter I live in… glad you’re with me!

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