one.word.

I stole borrowed this from a random blogger I found while wandering the blogosphere. I will probably tag a few friends on this one . . .

One Word
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.

Not as easy as you might think!

1. Where is your cell phone?  Charging

2. Your significant other? Who?!

3. Your hair? Short.

4. Your mother? Which?

5. Your father? Complicated.

6. Your favorite thing? Blogging.

7. Your dream last night? Hospital.

8. Your favorite drink? Tea.

9. Your dream/goal? Unrealized.

10. The room you’re in? Computer.

11. Your ex? Facebook.

12. Your fear? Loserville.

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Arrived.

14. Where were you last night? Schuler’s.

15. What you’re not? Successful.

16. Muffins? Perhaps.

17. One of yuur wish list items? Apple!

18. Where you grew up? Tottenville.

19. The last thing you did? ate.

20. What are you wearing? clothes.

21. Your TV? Basement.

22. Your pets? gone.

23. Your computer? OLD!

24. Your life? Sucky.

25. Your mood? Decent.

26. Missing someone? Beck et al.

27. Your car? Feeble.

28. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes.

29. Favorite Store? Target.

30. Your summer? Working.

31. Like someone? Eh . . .

32. Your favorite color? Orange.

33. When is the last time you laughed? Yesterday.

34. Do you cry a lot? Nope.

35. Who will/would re-post this? Linda?

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six-word autobiography

[disclaimer: I took nyquil 30 minutes ago. read this post with that in mind!]

Okay, I stole borrowed this meme from here and here. (but not from here because she said she “doesn’t believe in team activities”. you’ve gotta love that!!!)

I still haven’t come up with a good one for this–it seems like it might be a lifetime endeavor (there’s a book coming out and everything).

I thought about “Jesus loves me, this I know.” but I suspect that one’s taken already. So right now I’m hovering somewhere around “Fat, and I’m okay with it.” (kind of limited, though) or maybe, “Can I please have a nap?” (accurate, but not very flattering).

Hmm. I’ve still got to work on it. I love the challenge, though!

I am going to tag some people I expect to be creative with this:

Linda VS

The Beckster

Jessica

Holly

Shannon

The rules are:

  1. Write your own six word memoir.
  2. Post it on your blog, including an illustration if you’d like.
  3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to the original post if possible so that it can be tracked as it travels across the blogosphere.
  4. Tag at least five more blogs with links.
  5. Leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!

while my computer was being a poopy-head (meme)

(yes, that’s the technical term!)

Anyway, sometime during that time, Mark tagged me for a meme. Oh, fun!

How to play:
1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

Okay, first of all, I had to go into the next room because there are only catalogues and page-a-day calendars in this room. Then I picked up one book, and page 123 was blank . . . the second book was a workbook, and page 123 was a page of references. So I didn’t “cheat” per se, but I did have to go to the third option, Girl Scout Badges and Signs circa 1983. So here goes:

 List or show colors and fabrics on your sketch. 

 Find three different types of fashion illustrations in magazines and/or newspapers. With the help of an art teacher or other adult, make fashion sketches of three outfits.  

Hmm. Maybe I should’ve cheated?!

So I have to tag five people . . . how about . . .

the beckster

Linda

Jessica

Amber

(yes, I chose some of you simply because I don’t believe you are blogging often enough! and I only picked four people because most of the blogs I read are those of people who, although I may feel like I “know” them, are actually random strangers whose blogs I read. so four it is!)

eleven things about september 11th

1) answering the obligatory question “where were you when you heard?” . . . I was sleeping (I was working second shift at the time) and my friend Tannel called me at about 9:30 and left a message telling me that I needed to wake up and turn on the TV because “something’s going on in NY with the World Trade Center”

2) watching TV while on the phone with Max. When the firs tower collapsed, I remember saying, “It just fell” and his disbelieving, “No, it didn’t . . . ” The idea of it falling down was so inconceivable to him (to most of us, I think.)

3) walking out of my apartment to go to work a little while later and feeling almost bombarded by the brightness of the sun. It was a perfect fall day here in Grand Rapids, just as it was in New York, and it felt so utterly incongruous . . .

4) talking to my (now deceased) ex-roommate, George, via e-mail after a bit of an impasse (we were on less-than-stellar terms when I left NY at the end of 1999) . . . on one level, it was good to talk to him, but on another level, it was annoying to hear his posturing about how Arden (our Gap district manager and my former boss–the store in the WTC was in her district) was confiding in him all the time. “Arden has kept a strong face publicly but in private has expressed her devastation to me” (sure, that may not sound to you like posturing, but trust me on this. I knew him well, and in the land of Gap assistant managers, it was all about the competition . . . )

5) hearing that Arden moved to the Philadelphia area a few years later, purportedly to have more of a chance for advancement. When I tell friends that I think she was traumatized by September 11th and that this contributed to her need for a change of venue, they don’t agree with me. But hey, I’m the one with the undergrad degree in psychology! (would you like fries with that?)

6) not knowing what to think about the words of Revelation 18.

7) hitting a point at work (after everybody seemed to want to come to me to “talk about it” all the time, I guess because I had that NYC connection) where I had to say, “I CAN’T HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS ANYMORE!” A few people expressed surprise at my reaction; I can’t remember who it was that said, “It’s okay if she doesn’t feel like talking about it”, but that person was a hero to me in that moment.

8. remembering all of the shopping I did in the WTC concourse. When I was home visiting just ten days prior to the attacks, I had purchased a Barbie doll for my friend’s daughter in the Warner Brothers store there. I also ate a donut at Krispy Kreme and a hot dog from a vendor in front of 7 WTC.

9) realizing that I’m lucky in the scheme of things, and yet I still try to reach for a connection. One such connection is that the guy on the right in that well-known picture that became a stamp is the brother of another guy that I went to elementary school with.

10) going back to New York for the first time in January of 2002 for my grandmother’s funeral. As I was driving in New Jersey along the Turnpike, I started to freak out because I couldn’t orient myself . . . there was this huge hole in the skyline and without those two buildings that were supposed to be there as a demarcation point, I was engulfed by a huge sense of loss and panic.

11) hearing these lyrics to a Julie Miller song . . . I think the song was written before 2001, but the second verse seems like it was written just for that day . . .

I`m making flowers out of paper
while darkness takes the afternoon
I know that they won`t last forever
but real ones fade away too soon

(chorus)
I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said goodbye and I know you`re all right now
but when the leaves start falling down I still cry

It`s just that I recall September
It`s just that I still hear your song
It`s just I can`t seem to remember
forever more those days are gone

what I’m good at

from a blogger I read regularly . . . this assignment. I figured that it would be a nice balance to my previous post. I also think I’ll ask five random blogfriends to do the same thing when I’m done.

1) I can write fairly well. In particular, I think my niche is feature writing. I am happy about the advent of the blog, because I think it’s a genre that fits my particular style quite well, and I’m happy that blogging gives me a reason to want to write with a fair degree of frequency.

2) I am a really good shopper. This may sound trite, but it’s harder than it seems, apparently. I know where and how to find almost anything, and I’m really good at remembering where to get stuff, or figuring out where to find something. If I ever do anything resembling a business, it will be a personal shopper business. But I’m not one who really wants to deal with the hassle of working for myself. (I’m kind of a crappy employer, or at least, I’m guessing I would be.)

3) I am a “good” friend in the sense that I am good at pursuing contact and keeping up with people. I don’t know if I am really a good friend in the more general sense, but let’s say that I’m good at being a PERSISTENT friend.

4) I am good with kids. Not the most talented or experienced diaper-changer that ever lived, but I think kids tend to like me and enjoy being around me. The feeling is definitely mutual!

5) This is a hard one. I was going to go to the default of saying, “I’m good at being an administrator”–keeping things organized, planning things for people, etc.–but I am torn between listing that and listing something about being good at getting people riled up about a cause. I’ll leave it to you to decide if these are two sides of the same coin . . .