I sleep with Santa Claus

First, I was tagged by Only A Movie (one of my favorite hangouts for reading - I love her insight and calmness) for a meme and I am to list seven things about me. And since this has been the meeting week from hell (I have fanny fatigue, I tell ya), I decided to play along. Plus, I'm just a rule follower at heart.

Mr. Strong is Santa Claus

1 - I really do sleep with Santa Claus. My Jewish husband has been Santa Claus for over 30 years. I actually sat on his lap as a kid (me as the kid, him as the Santa). Kind of sick, huh?

2 - I was almost 40 before I really learned to eat strawberries. I always loved the taste but had to learn to get past the seedy texture. And the chocolate helped.

3 - I only taught for three years before moving into administration. You know what they say. Screw up, move up.

4 - I miss teaching and I dream of moving back to the classroom. I was a special education teacher and I'd love to be right back in the middle of a class of Emotional Behavior Disorder filled students. Those are my kind of people.

5 - My favorite word is sequester and my favorite math fact is 7x8. What? You don't have a favorite math fact? You should try it.

6 - My closet is organized by clothes type. And color. I can get dressed in the dark (which is handy during hurricane season) and still match.

7 - I get attached to cars. All of the cars in my life have had names. And they have all been girls. My first car was Agnes (as in Agnes of God) and we were together for 13 years. I was truly brokenhearted when Agnes left her earthly home for that place in the sky.


I was also tagged by Michel at Facts are Strictly Optional for a different type of meme. If you haven't read her, she is funny!

The first rule of this Meme (you decide, is it Me Me or Meme as in theme) is that you put Your Name in a Google search and post your results.

Well, Beth came up with the Kiss song, Beth. Which totally rocks. Cuz they can hear me callin'. Which is probably more than I can say about my own ears.

And as for the tagging of others, do we have any volunteers? Anyone? Any one? Bueller?

{crickets}

Do, Ra, Meme

If it were any day besides Friday, and a Friday evening at that, I'd probably have many, many stories to tell you about my day and my life (or lack of). Oh, the stories are there. It's just that it is hard to get them straight through the gentle hum that rings in my head. That hum is loudest on Friday evenings when it can even out-hum the voices in my head.

Not really being obligated, but just uninspired, I took on the challenge of the meme from Cat. First, I had to look up meme. Having seen that word but not really knowing the meaning, I thought it was a sort of narcissistic issue. According to Wikipedia (all their information is accurate, right?), an Internet meme is simply the propagation of a digital file... Oh, don't go away. Just look it up yourself one night when the sandman is being elusive.

Well, here are the rules.

1. Go to your documents
2. Go to your 6th file
3. Go to your 6th picture
4. Blog about it
5. Tag 6 friends to do the same
6. Find 6 new friends



This picture was taken recently at an old, abandoned school that is in the process of being torn down. There have been many vandals and varmits. This was one of my favorite pieces of graffiti. Actually, maybe it came in second place. My favorite was the one written in brown spray paint that said "This was written with shit." I love when vandals get creative!

While we were browsing about this cluttered, falling down building, three teenagers came into the building to look around. This was the conversation that followed.

Blonde girl: What happened here?

Me: This building used to be a school and now they are tearing it down.

Blonde girl: But what happened to this place (motioning with her hands the surrounding chaos that happens when ceiling parts are mixed with other rubble).

Me: Well, uh, um... They are tearing the building down. I don't know why but that's what is happening here.

Blonde girl: But how did all this stuff get like this? What happened?

Me (realizing that the phrase "tearing down the building" doesn't help the little blonde comprendo): Ummm... there was an earthquake?

Blonde girl: Ohhhhhhhhhh!

And that is how the rumor started that there was once an earthquake in my town despite the fact we don't even remotely exist near a fault line.


As for who is tagged next. Hmmm... You, and you, and you there. And hey, could you each tell a friend? Thanks!