Thursday, January 3, 2008

So The Thing is blogger Barb--

Okay, she had a meme, and said she'd tag me if I wanted her to, but I tagged myself instead.

My birthday is in December--here is what the meme said about me and my personality:

DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.

Loyal yes. Generous not so much--although my hubby is worse.
Sexy? ME? Get a clue. I am on the internet 75% of my waking time.
Patriotic-Some yes...some no. Not sure how I stand on the war in Iraq--and wish we could get out of there ASAP--but realize that there's corruption everywhere, and there's as much chance for another Hitler today as there was back in the 40's.
Active in games and interactions- I love a good game, mostly because I'm VERY competitive. Unless there's no chance of my winning...then I just whine. Interactions--I spend most of my interactions with family--I have lots of friends, but no one calls me--usually I call them before they have or find a reason to call me. Most people know better, though, and avoid me like the plague.
Impatient and hasty--Now this one is spot on. I want that yarn, and I want it right now...later to find out it was the wrong colorway? Yeah, that's me.
Ambitious- HO! Let me climb that mountain...what? You don't know how to climb, well, come on, and I'll carry ya! Must be the Scot in me.
Influential in organizations-Who me? The only organizations I belong to are the local spin group and the bagpipe band. I have no leadership role in either--although I could handle it with my ambitiousness--of course, everyone ELSE would leave if I tried to take over. Influential my left boonie..and yes, that's a typo.
Fun to be with-when I'm *up*, people think I'm a kook. When I'm *down*, people avoid me, and wonder if I'll ever snap out of it. But have me on your team in the game, and if we win, I'll laugh right along with you. If we lose...well, I'll try not to cry all over your shirt.
Loves to socialize-Only if I can put on my "loves to socialize" face. This face is not mine. It belongs to someone else who is the life of the party. Pay no attention. It's not me.
Loves Praises-ACK! Hate Praises. I try to accept them without telling the person "oh, shut up and be real!" I suck at grace. Really suck at it.
Loves Attention-Loves to be loved-Well, shoot-who doesn't? I don't want to be the center of attention--wait--I suppose being in a bagpipe band might qualify me as an "attention getter" all by myself in my kilt and drum...just be glad I don't stand out in the snow in my birthday suit. As to loving to be loved, I honestly don't think that there's anybody out there who can love me enough to qualify as the one person who loves me. Sure, my husband loves me, but there's limits. Sure, my dog loves me too--that's why she runs away when I open the door--see what I mean?
Honest and Trustworthy-THAT'S A LIE! I MUST FIND THE PERPETRATOR OF THIS FALSEHOOD, AND FINISH HIM/HER OFF! Okay honestly--is your husband hot? LOL! Let me rephrase that...
Not pretending-hmmm...see honest and trustworthy...
Short Tempered-hmmm...see honest and trustworthy...this is fun, by the way!
Changing Personality-could be the bi-polar disorder--wait, Barb! This was your meme! Well, at least I'm not a paranoid schitzophrenic! (Ex husband said that to me once. I wonder if the doctor who gave him the test told him what was really wrong with him!). Actually, little bits and pieces of me fall out of my ear from time to time, and that's what causes the "changing personality" business. I have to someday backtrack everywhere I've ever been and stuff these "pieces" back in--a task to which I am not looking forward.
Not Egotistic-We aren't talking about YOU here, we're talking about ME!
ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! And don't you forget about it! (see Short Tempered)
Take high pride in oneself-Someone has to--if I don't, who will? Actually, I'm probably the most self-deprecating person I know, and even my therapist says I don't give myself enough credit--but there is trouble if your pride gets too high, and frankly I don't like having my butt so close to the floor that people can kick me while I'm down after committing some huge faux pas (and I do have those from time to time--thank god and greyhound they aren't alltogether that often!). Forget that!
Hates restrictions-ho, boy, there you go again--you've no idea how much I hate doing this blog meme without one swear word...Now I can stand by my own restrictions that I set for myself--such as having an affair with your hot husband (which actually would NEVER happen, since you wouldn't trust me anyhow)--but for somebody else to tell me what I can and can't do isn't something I am capable of handling well. I'm a rule breaker (if I can), but not quite an anarchist. I hate time cards and watches. I don't like to live my life by anyone else's code. I can get quite cranky (see short-tempered) if I'm chained to one place or one thing for too long. I move on to other things smoothly and seamlessly. I like to flow like water.

Loves to joke. Good sense of humor-I love to laugh. My ex-husband's old jokes never wore out with me. I think he told them every day for nearly 6 years. I look back and wonder.

I defer to my therapist here. She says I'm hilarious. I don't know if she thinks I could do stand up comedy--but she says I have a sense of humor. A sense? I know what humor is--and, by the same token, I know what humor ISN'T. My ex's old jokes--sigh--still funny to me, even after 20 years after the divorce...which wasn't fun (or funny) at all.
And I'm pretty sure he realized the same thing once all was said and done.
Logical-Well, if you can tell me what was logical about the last statement, I'll eat your hat. My husband will attest to the fact that I am an emotional person. HE'S the logical one. That's why he takes care of all the big bills...and saves for retirement and keeps track of his bank account--and why I sometimes think he's very un-generous (downright stingy), but he's the ying to my yang, the white to my black, the rock to which I cling--sometimes desperately, because like Barb, I don't know what I'd do without him (sure I do...I'd have no house, but lots more yarn!), and I can't imagine myself with anybody else--not even when it comes to his cold feet at night. When it all comes down to it, I would miss those cold feet if they weren't there. That's about as logical as I can be, I suppose. But on the other hand, logic really has nothing to do with it.

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