No fat jokes please.
Those task masters over at the Red Dress Club (an online writing community) (I’m a writer now, doncha know?) wanted to us describe a scene from our life that would help show a person that we are meeting for the first time our true selves.
The scene last night as I attempted to write was thus…
7:42 PM Nurse baby down to sleep.
8:22 PM Teething baby cries, re-nurse baby down to sleep. I lament to Twitter.
9:10 PM Dog barks at her long time arch nemisis, the TREE OUTSIDE, wakes baby, I re-nurse baby down to sleep. I appeal to Twitter.
10:01 PM Teething baby cries. I attempt to Cry It Out. After forty seven seconds of crying alone in the bathroom, husband finally comforts me and I re-nurse the baby to sleep.
11:03 PM I give up any hope of sleeping.
Instead of any deep and meaningful introspective prose about who I am, (who are any of us really?) I give you this laundry list instead:
- I have always been and will forever remain a chatterbox. My fifth grade teacher used to set a timer and I wasn’t allowed to talk until it went off…always the longest fifteen minutes of my life.
- I played violin for four years, and was AWFUL, truly AWFUL at it. I switched to cello and things improved drastically, see it wasn’t me contrary to what my orchestra teacher would have you believe.
- I made of fun of anyone and everyone planning to attend UC Davis, the college of cows. I ate my words when I enrolled there myself.
- I picked my major by going through the college handbook and eliminating anything that required math or organic chemistry. Hence Communication and Sociology, two of the world’s most useful majors (behind Philosophy even.)
- I was in a sorority. Shut up.
- I am a huge Beatles fan, I was born a few decades too late to live out my dream of seeing them perform live.
- I am a closet nerd. I love science fiction, my favorite shows are Star Trek the Next Generation, (Gilmore Girls, it’s sci fi because the relationship is between the mother and daugther is like the Twilight zone to me) and most recently Firefly. Okay maybe I’m not a closet nerd…more like I don’t go to Star Trek conventions wearing a Starfleet uniform (yet)
- I have always hated feet with a passion. I think they are ICKY and I would rather do anything else than be a person who gives pedicures for a living or be a podiatrist. I hate when people touch my feet, and I can count on one hand the number of times I have touched my husband’s feet. EWWW
- Since becoming a mother I have had to adjust many of personal preferences, for example the earlier stance on feet is currently under revision..
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