Getting to Know Me, Getting to Know All About Me

I'm tagging myself with a meme of sorts. More stuff you never knew you wanted to know about me:

First, I'll say I'm sorry I misrepresented myself in the last post. It was completely unintentional, though. The Dr. Seuss blog post didn't end at his signature...the author also wrote the three paragraphs after it. I only wrote the words in parenthesis and italics. So, I'm sorry for misleading you all into thinking I am so talented rhyme-wise. I'm really not. But hey, I was so impressed with all of you who left rhyming comments. You are amazing! If you want to see my pathetic attempt at rhyming, I left comment #8 on the Dr. Seuss post.

2. I have never considered myself a good writer. I don't feel I have the eloquence to say what I really have on my mind, or with serious matters, in my heart. The words don't translate adequately on the page for my liking (like this awkward sentence proves to you). I like being lighthearted and finding fun things to put on my blog. I definitely have serious times in my life, introspective times, and times of despair too. I also have strong faith and hold my religion very close to my heart. So even if I'm not sharing my feelings with you frequently regarding these subjects, know that I love the Lord, I know God knows me by name, and I am willing to talk about these things in friendly settings; I just tend to leave these topics alone on my blog because of my inadequacies with portraying what I feel in writing.

3. Ditto the stuff above concerning my family. Because of the nature of my husband's job, we don't want much information about him and the kids floating around on the world wide web. I have so many things I could say about my family, and I love them so much, but I tend to limit it to the Ethanisms and Aidanisms on the sidebar and occasional anecdotes in posts.

4. I wish I was cool. No, really. Music-wise in particular. My favorite stuff tends to be what my dad calls "teenybopper" music - Britney, Justin, Christina, top 40 stuff (I'm hanging my head in shame). My friend Desta introduced me to "cool" music - like Wilco, The Arcade Fire and Grandaddy. I listen to them occasionally. I want to like them, I really do, but I don't appreciate them like I should. Don't hate me Desta.

5. I love stuff like the No Boys Allowed blog. (Sorry, CaJoh, I guess that means you can't click over. You either, Dad. {I have two male readers!}) I love girl talk; I love talking about makeup (even if I don't wear much); I love talking about clothing and style (even if I have no fashion sense). I subscribed to People magazine for four years, and devoured every issue. Now I have a friend who subscribes to Entertainment Weekly, and she generously gives them to me when she is finished. It's like the best gift anyone could give me!

6. I shared this story with Octamom already, but I decided to further embarrass myself publicly by sharing it with the rest of you: Thursday night we watched Return of the Jedi, and I enjoyed it very much. The conclusion felt very satisfying to me. Then Friday - only one day later - my husband asked me, "So, do you think the fact that he killed the emperor made the fact that he killed so many other people okay? Do you think he made his amends in that respect?" I didn't know who he was talking about - Darth Vader or Luke. I couldn't remember which one killed the Emperor!!! We had watched it less than 24 hours before, and I couldn't remember the pinnacle of the movie. And I was even paying attention, and enjoying the movie. I really need to work on memory retention.

That's probably enough self-disclosure for now. A bientôt, j'espère!