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I decided to take my hiatus at precisely the same time I was tagged (she used “awarded” to make me think I was special or something). I swear, it was purely coincidental.

Two reasons I am doing this now:

  1. Jess is my alter-ego: sexy, strong, and has a take-it-or-leave-it attitude, and I want her to like me.
  2. The badge!


I’m now supposed to list 5 Addictions. The award does come with strings attached, dammit.

  1. Chocolate
  2. Blogging
  3. The sound of XBoy’s laughter
  4. The smell of ZGirl after a bath
  5. Sleep

There are some other rules as well, but seriously, it’s a meme. Whatchya going to do? Call the blogging police and take away my birthday? Pfft.



This meme was brought to you via Rebel at Diary of an Infertile Mad Woman. She actually tagged ZGirl so I created two sets of responses.

First, here’s the meme as it applies to me:

  1. Where is your cell phone? Purse
  2. Where is your significant other? Booth
  3. Your hair color? Orange
  4. Your mother? Disenchanted
  5. Your father? Stubborn
  6. Your favorite thing? Sleep
  7. Your dream last night? Forgettable
  8. Your goal? #6
  9. The room you’re in? Small
  10. Your hobby? Blog
  11. Your fear? Kidnappers
  12. Where do you want to be in six years? Alive
  13. Where were you last night? #6
  14. What you’re not? Enigmatic
  15. One of your wish-list items? #6
  16. Where you grew up? Farm
  17. The last thing you did? Type
  18. What are you wearing? Clothes
  19. Your TV? Flat
  20. Your pet? Dead
  21. Your computer? Dying
  22. Your mood? Moody
  23. Missing someone? Children
  24. Your car? Toyota
  25. Something you’re not wearing? Underwires
  26. Favorite store? Etsy
  27. Your summer? Gone
  28. Love someone? Unconditionally
  29. Your favorite color? Red
  30. When is the last time you laughed? 7:55am
  31. Last time you cried? 9:45pm

And now as it applies to ZGirl:

  1. Where is your cell phone? None
  2. Where is your significant other? School
  3. Your hair color? Blonde
  4. Your mother? Warm
  5. Your father? Adored
  6. Your favorite thing? Boobs
  7. Your dream last night? Boobs
  8. Your goal? Boobs
  9. The room you’re in? Yellow
  10. Your hobby? Smiling
  11. Your fear? Men
  12. Where do you want to be in six years? Kindergarten
  13. Where were you last night? Crib
  14. What you’re not? Rolling
  15. One of your wish-list items? Teeth
  16. Where you grew up? Uterus
  17. The last thing you did? Poop
  18. What are you wearing? Diaper
  19. Your TV? Ignored
  20. Your pet? Computerized
  21. Your computer? Future
  22. Your mood? Happy
  23. Missing someone? Mommy
  24. Your car? Electric
  25. Something you’re not wearing? Panties
  26. Favorite store? Mendards
  27. Your summer? Birthday
  28. Love someone? Unconditionally
  29. Your favorite color? Black
  30. When is the last time you laughed? 11:41am
  31. Last time you cried? 9:45pm

The rules to this meme appear to be simple: tag a blogger that you love via the above button. Said blogger then must answer these questions with ONE word each only. I can’t explain why 31 questions and not just 30, nor the number tagged, which is seven, and it’ll be the last seven commenters.

I’m just following the rules, people.

Beagle at Cat’s in the Cradle (pwp)

MsPrufrock at Barren Albion

Eva at Antropologa

Artblog at Healing Arts

Portlairge at Fertility Schmertility

Cat at Cat is Here

Catherine at Everything’s Under Control

See? If you want to be tagged, it pays to comment. However, if you don’t like meme? Well, then, you’re already screwed.


Last night as I lay in bed, I was running through my head different ideas for a blog post. Should I finally update about XBoy?  Nah. Not in the mood to deal with that right now. How about more ZGirl?  Lord, no. You must be sick of hearing about my boobs. Oooh, here’s one: I mentioned wearing tights yesterday in a tweet and it garnered a couple of funny responses, I’ll talk about my fashionista tendencies! I’ll need pictures for proof!  Oh, wait. Need to scan said pictures, especially the one where I’m wearing torquoise cords and a ruffle blouse *rowrr*…I am the original Ugly Betty, but alas, no time.

Since I now feel compelled to post something, I give you memes! All hail the meme’s ability to send readers unto the next post in their feeds reader! Oh, c’mon. It’s Friday. Chill out and finish reading. You might learn something potentially interesting, or not, about me.

This was from Jess at Days Go By who tagged me with a picture meme.

Go to your sixth picture folder

Select the sixth picture

Tell the story behind the picture

And here’s what I found:


It’s a candid shot from one of my errant relatives of our wedding photography session in the church. I never thought the bridesmaids’ dresses were hideous before, but my god! Well, it was almost 12 years ago. Not sure what many of them are looking at.

(L-R) groomsman 1 is a professional pyrotechnic; groomsman 2 is divorced and has custody of his only child, a daughter; groomsman 3 (best man) is the father of Mr. DD’s godson; groomsman 4 is now a meth addict and recently was released from prison for offense #2 (a goddamn shame as he could have had it all – really).

(L-R) Bridesmaid 1 is Mr. DD’s niece from SC; bridesmaid 2 is my sister (matron of honor); bridesmaid 3 use to be my best friend; bridesmaid 4 was also a good friend. I haven’t talked to either in ages and ages. My niece is the flower girl and her dress was made with just a unitard and tulle skirt trimmed in satin. She just graduated high school and is living in Germany. The ring bearer is my nephew, who now attends college in Iowa.

Sometimes I think about digging out my wedding dress from the plastic bin I threw it in just to see if it still fits or not. I’m betting “not”. Yes, I did say plastic bin. Don’t care.

And this post, which started as a simple response to a tag, has somehow mushroomed into a big polyester-satin-ey mess. I’ll get to the other meme I was tagged for next week as a continuation of my avoidance of all that is crazy and serious and fucked up in my life.

Also, instead of saying, “whoever wants to do this…” for a tag, I’m actually going to call six of you out:

Helen from Everyday Stranger

Jess from Life As I Knew It

Karrie from Mom Voyage

Steph from Lawyer Mama

Dawn form Clumsy Cajun

Carole from (another) New Kid on the Block

You have all been selected based on how you appeared on my Contacts from Flickr. No, it’s not part of the meme, but I thought it was fitting.


I was tagged a bit ago by Shelli from BagMamma to complete the six-word meme that was apparently inspired by the book, “Not What I Was Planning“, which in turn was inspired by Hemingway’s proported statement: “For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn” (an infertility blog title if ever there was one that would never require a single post).

I’ve thought quite a bit about this, and while I worked and reworked in my head several phrases that might surmise my life to this point, one word in particular kept making a return like some kind of boomerang of phonemes. That word?


But I don’t mean “extraordinary” in the typical sense, as in “the sunsets over the Grand Canyon are extraordinary!” Instead, I see the word in my mind broken down into its two subparts: extra and ordinary.

Let me put this another way: if I was to say that something was extra dull, it just means that it is more dull, not that it’s more exciting. Extra Ordinary is just that when I refer to my life up until this point. The Extra comes into play when you look at one definition of extraordinary: beyond what is ordinary or usual.

My life stopped being ordinary November 2004 when I had the first of my four miscarriages. While one miscarriage is typically dismissed by friends, family and even medical professionals as not uncommon, it still changed my life forever. It was my gateway into Infertility; into my life made Extraordinary.

In this sense, who of us is truly ordinary? In attempts to get add to a family, it doesn’t matter whether you went as basic as OPKs and temping for several months or you traveled the globe for the sixth time for a donor egg transfer, you have become EXTRAordinary.

In some ways I do wish that my life had remained ordinary, holed up in this town in Nebraska living my life with a six and a three year old, and not carrying a chip on my shoulder. On the other hand, there is something so profound and far-reaching about the blogging community, both literally and figuratively, that I can’t imagine that it should have been any other way.

I guess my six-word story for me would be, “Finding peace in the extra ordinary.”

no. 610 – Shower Me With Memes

Could there possibly be anything better than participating in a baby shower that doesn’t require you to do any shopping or go to a party where they play games involving diapers and eating too much cake? OK. Wait, I’ll take the cake part.

That’s why I love Boulder’s idea for Akeeyu’s shower. Please go see Boulder for more information on how you can help Akeeyu and her new baby girls, Millbarge and Fitz-Hume.


I was tagged ages ago by the lovely Summer from Worrier/Warrior and I owe her my response. Make sure you stop by her place over the next few weeks as she gets ready for her first donor-egg cycle.

The Rules:
1) Link to the person who tagged you.
2) Post the rules.
3) Share six non-important things / habits / quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people.
5) Make sure the people you tagged KNOW you tagged them by commenting what you did.

  1. Done.
  2. Done.
  3. a. I hate the smell of air-fresheners in bathrooms. The room just ends up smelling like poop-covered lemons.

b. I’ve noticed that when I drink my mocha in the morning that I touch my finger over the mouth-hole (or whatever it’s called) before I take a drink. I think it’s to make sure I’m putting my mouth in the right place so I don’t spill coffee all over me because I’m too "busy" to just look.

c. I have toe hair. I’ve tried plucking. I did it once. If you want to know what it feels like, use a tweezer and pluck your nose hair. One at a time.

d. I really, really miss ballroom dancing. If I lived closer to The Metro, I know I would sign up for lessons.

e. I wish I was a little girl again with the ability to not recognize how cold snow is; how hot it gets here in the summer; and to think mud was a badge of honor.

f. When I’m driving, the saying, "Lead, Follow, or Get The Fuck Out of My Way" is my mantra.

4.  Tagging Cat, Shlomit, and "S".

5.  Yeah. They’ll know…


Remember how my comments from Typepad weren’t coming to my Yahoo email? I submitted a help ticket to Typepad. They said it was Yahoo’s problem. Submitted a help ticket to Yahoo. They said it was Typepad’s problem. It’s like dealing with two 5 year olds… So I now have my comments going to a gmail account. Double check your spam as my responses to your comments may go there since it’s new. Look for ddattko at gmail dot com.

Personally, I like gmail better than yahoo.

no. 603 – “I Love My Computer Because My Friends Live In It”


Today I am happy. I’ve noticed that little by little I’m sloughing off some of the fear and depression. Today I am able to look at my calendar and notice that it’s been 16 weeks since our donor’s egg retrieval. And each day was made just a little easier, a little brighter, by those of you who have tolerated my incessant whining, which I promise won’t stop, and even indulged my comment-whoring.

I don’t believe I would have made it here without you. I’m sure I would have given up ages ago.

Suz from Within the Woods recently passed her Best Blogging Buddies Award unto me, which is such an honor as she was (and still is) my inspiration. Now while I understand I need to pass this on, to pick just a handful seems so incredible restrictive. What makes the "Best"? Best comments? Best email exchanges? Best because they’ve been with me for over two years?

On the other hand, does it matter? How about because these people consistently rock my world?

Many of you may not even recognize some of these blog names. Most of them are "Old School" bloggers who have been doing their thing before I even read my first blog two and half years ago, but they accepted my lame attempts at getting their attention and have, overall, given me the best blogging experiences I’ve had – which is the ability to laugh when I least expected it or when I least wanted to.

Thanks, ladies.

no. 584 – A Meme to Appeal to the Closet Rocker in All of Us

I don’t know if this meme has an official name so I’m going to call it the Album Cover Meme. I’m a sucker for these things. Plus since Niobe did it, it’s got to be cool, right?

FIRST, click this link to get the name of your band.

SECOND, click this link and use the last four words of the quote to get the title of your album.

THIRD, click this link and the third picture is your album cover.

This was my first result. Subsequent clicks produced some pretty cool results as well, but I’m going to stay true to the meme (’cause I’m sure there’s meme police out there somewhere).

Terry_kath (A tip from me to you: if you want to do publish the links on your blog for the meme, be careful to select the link you are to go to, not the link you would end up on or else everyone’s cover will look the same.)

(Raise your hand if I just confused the crap out of you.)

(Too bad. In the words of one of my dear friends, PiquantMolly, "Deal with it.")

(The search is still on for this woman. Please be vigilant as she may also have a driver’s license.)

no. 542 – I Prefer Mine Lemon With Poppy Seeds

Here you go, my very own version of muffin top. Who wants to take me up on a dare? Let’s see YOUR delicious muffin top. I certainly think anyone who is Australian or has any ties to Australia should partake since it seems that the term originated there. Who knew?

I know that maybe if I wore a size bigger jeans, I wouldn’t find myself in this "condition". The thing is though, I bought these jeans just last year when they didn’t create such attractive results, so dammit, I’m not buying new jeans again.

Muffin_top_2If you get brave and post a picture, let me know in comments.

I would like to thank a dear friend, who will remain anonymous (Jitters), for sending me pictures of hers. However, I had to wonder if she was mocking me for sending me pictures of her abdomen that were taken while running a marathon.

You should note, this will be the only belly shot you will see posted here. Revel in its flabbiness.

no. 508 – Rock On Round Robin!

I was lamenting not that long ago that I hadn’t been nominated for the Rockin’ Girl Blogger Award (meme) when of course what do you think happens? I get nominated twice.

I wonder if I can apply the same coincidental forces lamenting about not being pregnant and then getting pregnant with twins…

Hmmmmmm. Yeah, I don’t think so since I’ve been lamenting about that for years and lookie-see, I got nothin.

First I was nominated by Artblog who described me as "perfectly funny, perfectly mad, sometimes sad, very often naughty and always glad, now moving on to Donor! Never miss a post!"

Then Mary Ellen nominated me with this: "Her blog always makes me smile.  I love her wit and her snarkiness.  I am just sorry that I didn’t find her sooner."

Aw, shucks, you two. I feel all squishy now.

While I was giving consideration as to who I would nominate, Kim threw in a wild card and hit me with the Seven Deadly Sins Quirks/Habits Meme. I can’t believe I have to narrow it to seven.

  1. I cannot stand to see dirty clothes peeking out of the hamper and will bother to open the lid, flip them gingerly back inside even though I will be emptying it.
  2. I hate nuts. All kinds and in all manner.
  3. I can take any song’s lyrics and make it about me or a situation related to me.
  4. I refuse to run over the toads and field mice when mowing and will wait for them to pass and find safety before continuing.
  5. All kitchen doors and dresser drawers in my house must be fully closed before I can leave in the morning.
  6. I have to intentionally prevent myself from having the last word in a conversation.
  7. I sleep with earplugs every night.

Now here’s where it gets interesting (ha!). I’m supposed to nominate 5 other Rockin’ Girl Bloggers per meme and 7 others for that last one. 17 people I have to nominate. 

I saved those of you I have already tagged at one time or another from more torture and eliminated you first. Then I went through my infertility subscriptions and picked five that haven’t been nominated (that I could see) and five with the same criteria from my pregnancy subscriptions.

Rockin_girl_blogger Here is the first five tagged and they must now tag five other Rockin’ Girl Bloggers:

  • Heather (BigP and Me) – Just a sweet gal who has been through several IUIs and is always there with kind words and encouragement.
  • Jitters (Relaxing in the Parlor) – Full of vim and vigor and is the scrappy bitch you want next to you in a cat fight. After her third IVF, she’s revving up for an Ethiopian adoption.
  • Millie (Out Damned Egg! Out I Say!) – She is so smart and I remember the first time I commented there she replied with a hearty "welcome!". She’s an incredible source for donor embryos and has always been willing to answer my questions.
  • Pamplemousse – She is my Scottish Rock and if she tells me it’s all going to be OK, I know it’s all going to be OK. Soon she’ll be heading to Capetown for a donor egg cycle.
  • Patience (The Impatient Patient) – Every time I go to Patience’s blog and I see that caricature from the Simpsons, I inwardly hope that Patience at least shaves her legs. She’s real and pulls no punches. Play nice and she may even give you the password to her Sekrits.

Rockin_girl_blogger_2 The second five tagged and required to tag five other Rockin’ Girl Bloggers:

  • Adrienne (Max’s Mommy) – What can I say about Adrienne besides the fact I believe she’s my good luck charm? No pressure, right? She’s made it to 10 weeks and I think of her every time I see my son’s book, Where the Wild Things Are, on the shelf.
  • Catherine (Everything is Under Control) – The posts this woman writes are powerful, intelligent, and from the gut. I never wonder if she censors her emotions regarding God, her stillbirths or her pregnancies. Her baby Myles is due in December.
  • Monica (A Pregnancy After A Stillbirth) – She answers the unasked questions quietly but with passion and love. She keeps a beautiful journal on her current pregnancy, due in about a month, as a tribute to her first son, Jimmy.
  • Sami (A Cop, A Nurse, 3 6 Dogs, and Maybe Baby?) – Truly admirable in her persistence and fortitude after facing loss after loss after loss. She doesn’t just keep her wishes to herself; she wishes the best for everyone as I do for her and her son due at the end of September.
  • Vanessa (Twisted Ovaries) – Her posts are the dangerous and addictive combination of hilarity and gut-punches. I’m sure if someone told her the middle ground was the easiest, she would laugh and say, "The middle ground is for pussies!" She’s just a couple weeks shy of hitting the final trimester.

The Lucky Seven are from my parenting subscriptions that must complete the Seven Weird Habits and then meme another seven:

  • Jess (Life As I Knew It Has Changed) – Outdoors lovin’ Montana Mom to two adorable boys.
  • Menita (Life’s Jest-Book) – A beautiful journal going back to 2004 of how her life changed with first a daughter and then a son.
  • Ms. Prufrock (Barren Albion) – Queen of Snark. That’s all I can say. Love her and her Princess, both.
  • Statia (Not About You) – President of Snark. Yes, there is a difference. The Pres is here in the U.S. and the Queen is overseas. Someday her son will probably impeach her.
  • Steph (Lawyer Mama) – Another attorney? You bet. I’m attracted to those smarty pants types, plus it helps that her two boys are pretty dang cute.
  • Suz (Within the Woods) – She has one of the most unbelievable pregnancy journey I have ever read. Watching her identical twins grow up before my eyes has been a privilege.
  • Well-Heeled Mom (Stiletto) – A true rocker: bikes, tattoos, and bitch-kicking shoes (also living in Montana). Her son who she adopted from Guatemala is destined to be a famous sports figure, he’s just that damned talented.

This should give everyone a chance to read someone new and with interesting and similar stories.

And you pretty freakin read these because that whole elimination thing was a real pain in my ass. This also means that you damn well better complete these memes keeping in mind I won’t tag you again until I’ve hit up everyone.

I may have felt squishy earlier, but now I’m just cranky…again.

no. 447 – Meme Times Three-three

Meme 1: I Am…

I am…

a perpetual worrier, especially about the life my son will lead.

I am…

painfully shy, and as much as I would love to personally meet all my blogging friends (like at BlogHer), I know that I would find myself sitting alone on the gym bleachers the entire time.

I am…

a jane of all trades, but a master of none.

I am…

hot tempered.

I am…

amazed that I am actually someone’s Mother and hearing him call me “Mommy” is like hearing angels sing.

Tag courtesy of Artblog at Healing Arts: Infertility, Birth, Miscarriages, Secondary Infertility, Stillbirth…Trying Again!

Meme 2: Things I Love About Myself

I love that I’m proud enough to hold my head up when all I want to do is disappear into the floor, but still humble enough to admit it when I am wrong.

I love knowing that I was the geeky band girl and not the popular cheerleader in school. I think it better prepared me for life in general because of it.

I love the mole on my cheek (the facial cheek) (which will seriously change it if ever sprouts hair).

I love that I look younger without makeup.

I love knowing someone loves me, and always will.

Tag courtesy of Jessica at Oh, The Joys! Where every day is the same…

Meme 3: Eight Things You (Probably) Didn’t Know About Me

I can only crack the knuckles of the first two fingers of each hand.

I sometimes perceive my on-line persona much like that of a comic super-hero. Not because of what I do or say when blogging, but because of the mild-mannered, unassuming character that is presented in real life seems so opposite of it even though the sum of the two is who I really am.

I use to be a professional ballroom dance instructor.

I cannot wear sleeveless, low cut or backless tops or dresses because I suffer from cystic acne. Once we are finally done with reproductive attempts, one of the first things I will do is get a script for accutane.

I have a morbid interest in autopsy photographs.

I rarely wear my wedding ring. I’ll put it on for special occasions, but it spends most of its time on the ring holder.

I did not maintain any friendships from either my K-12 schooling nor college. I am a loner.

I have never broken a bone, but have had a concussion with unresolved amnesia; used crutches once due to 1st to 3rd degree burns on one foot and once again after I jumped down 4 stairs and wrenched an ankle.

Tag courtesy of Cricket at Churp, Churp: I’m an oxymoron: a libidinous, infertile mom.

no. 374 – Movie Meme

Poor Jessie tagged me just the other day (work with me, here, Jessie) and I’m going to take the opportunity to roll into this weekend with a movie-themed meme. And yes, I will actually tag some people because if I just say, "consider yourself tagged," no one will do it. Frankly, I’d like to know who’s dissing me…

Popcorn or Candy? I love popcorn, but my colon does not. The only time I get to enjoy popcorn is at the theater, and that’s been rare. I can eat candy any day so it’s not as "special."

Name a movie you’ve been meaning to see forever: "Sense and Sensibility" I love period movies, but of course, Mr. DD does not.

Steal one costume from a movie for your wardrobe: The Cecil Beaton white gown worn by Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady

Your favorite film franchise is: Bond, James Bond

Invite five (living) movie people over for dinner. Who are they? Harrison Ford, Edward Norton, John Malkovich, Alec Baldwin, Judi Dench

Why’d you invite them? Why else but because I admire their works and goodlord! can you imagine the dinner conversation!

What do you feed them? I would go straight off this menu – yummy!

What is the appropriate punishment for people who answer cell phones in the movie theater? Forcing them to put all the popcorn old-maids into their underwear for the entire movie – and then making them eat ’em while the credits roll

Choose a female bodyguard: Michelle Yeoh

What’s the scariest thing you’ve ever seen in a movie? This in Poltergeist. You should note it doesn’t take much to scare me shitless. As a matter of fact, I will probably have to jump onto my bed tonight from five feet away to stay arms length away from the boogie man who resides there since I had to think through all sorts of scary scenes. Sidenote: this was the 2nd scariest movie scene.

Your favorite genre (excluding "comedy" and "drama"): Anything BUT horror-flick.

I’m tagging Cricket (she’s quite the movie buff), Lala (because I la-love her)(of course, I love you all. Keep the jealousy in check, mmkay?), Kellie (as she needs the distraction), and Shanna (because she’s been quiet too damn long).

no. 345 – Here’s Your Post Holiday DD Fix

Thank goodness that’s over. Christmas – in a word – sucked. In an attempt to keep me from running off to the Himalayas and becoming the first female monk, I have been repeating the mantra, "It is better to give than to receive." And really, the whole situation is so complicated and just plain icky, I’m not going to even bother getting into it here with you.

(collective sigh of relief)

Did somebody say Meme? Nico? S? Suz?

(collective groan of dread)

First Lines: Year 2006 in Review. The following is a list of the first line from the first post of each month in 2006, including the titles. In general, I found this meme rather depressing:

January – [PSYCH ! !] I’m sorry if I scared any of you with the initial tone of my last post.

February – [Oh, The Possibilities] My appointment with the PA was anything BUT typical.

March – [Forward sl-HO?] I am home from work today due to sleep deprivation and an unrelenting migraine.

April – [Apparently, I Suck] Remember the niece who recently announced her pregnancy?

May – [No. 176 – A.R.T.?! Bah! Who Needs it?] – As the reality of my fertile-now-infertile status soaks into my head (and heart), I have been struggling with finding the “bright side” of it all.

June – [No. 199 – Where I Say the Dirty 5-Letter "R" Word] Well, it’s officially been a year.

July – [No. 222 – Battle of the Sexes #7,206] It’s Monday.

August – [no. 241 – 43.0%] That’s the percentage of Mr. DD’s DNA fragmentation index on the semen sample.

September – [no. 263 – Rummage] I’m on vacation.

October – [no. 284 – Commercialism] At what point should I think my son watches too much TV?

November – [no. 308 – Inservice] I am no longer preparing for tomorrow’s news.

December – [no. 329 – So, They Are Not Normative] D’ya smell that?




Jessie, I’ll get back to you on yours. Yes, I noticed, ya shit.

no. 271 – I Say Tomato…

Alli, from Hoping for Another Baby and a sweet, sweet soul, tagged me ages ago so I thought I’d make good on the tag. However, I realized that it seemed very familiar, and ‘lo! I had completed the very meme in question months earlier!

I love it when a plan comes together.

But I’m afraid my plan came together too well, as I now have been tagged by Jess over at O Mama Mia. And it’s a Word Association Meme. Sounded (looked) easy enough. She gave me 4 words which I would respond with the "first thing that comes to my mind." Of course I’m not going to use the first thing that comes to my mind as you would all be shaking your heads solemnly and conclude, "now would not be a good time to tell DD she sucks".

She said:  MIL     I said:  MILDEW (self-promo plug!)

She said:  Squeeze     I said: "…box.  Daddy never sleeps at night!" (the Who, of course)

She said:  Cheerleader     I said:  Skanky ho (no disrespect meant to any of you skanky ho’s…erm…uh, I meant, cheerleaders)

She said:  eBay     I said:  sheBay

Ok, NOW you can shake your heads and whisper, "she DOES suck…"

The following have now been tagged (and you get your choice of either meme or both):

1.  Alli (obviously, you must do the 2nd meme)

2.  Cricket

3.  Rachel

4.  Julie

5.  Kath

Your 4 words:

1.  Jacket

2.  Bury

3.  Lexus

4.  Pansy

I have to admit, coming up with the new words took more time than creating and completing this post.

No. 203 – This Won’t Hurt a Bit

I’m feeling a little crabby and “owly”. Probably due to several factors: I’m behind at work and I really don’t give a shit; I have nothing interesting to blog about; and Soralis has tagged me.

When I started blogging, I would’ve given my left tit to be tagged. It meant someone knew I existed. Now, I swear, I’m going to have to start collecting left tits from the taggees. So, Soralis, email me and I’ll give you a PO Box to take care of that little issue. What am I going to do with them? Oh, I don’t know, they might make attractive button covers on all of my holiday sweaters. Maybe I’ll pierce a couple and wear them to bed and freak the crap out of Mr. DD. I guess I could always start displaying them under some bell jars around the house…ooh, pretty.

5 Items in my Fridge

  • Milk. There must always be at least 2 gallons of milk since I have two growing boys. Does it matter that one boy is trying to grow *up* while the other grows *out*?
  • Red Hot Dogs. Because that’s what Grandma J. keeps in her fridge.
  • Chocolate Chip Cookies. You know, the kind that you just break apart and put on the cookie sheets. Who am I…friggin’ Betty Crocker?
  • Humulin. For the diabetic cat.
  • Cucumber Eye Cloth-Pads. They’ve been there since we moved here in 1997.

5 Items in my Closet

  • Not one skirt.
  • Not one dress.
  • Not one pant suit.
  • Lots of empty shoe boxes. Because if I want to put them on a rummage sale, don’t you think they would sell better if I still had the box?
  • Two Skeletons. You will probably never read about them on this blog.

5 Items in my Purse

  • Fruitsnacks. Part of my emergency church kit. Yes, of course I mean for X. My personal emergency church kit would have to include a rather large caffeinated drink and an iPod.
  • Lip-gloss. In four varieties and shades.
  • Safety Deposit Box key
  • Gum. I have to get the kind that upon the first chew it causes tears to come to your eyes and your tongue to freeze to the roof of your mouth and a physical reaction much like a brain freeze.
  • Asthma Inhaler

Now in this case I “have” to tag five more people. The problem is I only have ONE left tit and I rather attached to it, literally and figuratively. So I guess I’m going to have to rethink this barter/payment issue.

Now…(as I absently tap my finger to my chin as if in deep thought)…who should I tag? I definitely know who one of the tagged will be because of this post; so my hapless victims shall be:

Cricket (Churp, Churp)

MAMB (Michelle)

Kath (Inhospitable)

Erin (PCOS baby)

mm (Limbo Party – since we haven’t heard from you in a while)

And, Soralis, I’m just teasing. You don’t have to send me any of your body parts. But pictures? Hmmmm. I just might be onto something here…

You’re IT! Seven Things . . .

You’re IT! By Viva on Feelings Generally

I took the tag from Erin Here are my answers. Even if not interesting, I have now partaken/partook (?) in a Blog Peer Pressure Activity!

Seven things to do before I die (not in order of priority):

1. Write a will
2. Serve a real meal that I cooked myself
3. Learn to make my mother’s vegetable soup
4. Get Max (and any of our subsequent children – knock on wood) through college
5. Get a hobby
6. Quit my job before they force me into retirement
7. Pick out my own epitath and tombstone

Seven things I cannot (or will not) do:

1. Cook
2. Snow ski
3. Relate to Rich Bitches
4. Wait patiently in line
5. Refuse to have the last word
6. Jump off the high board
7. Stand naked in front of husband in broad daylight

Seven things that attract me to my spouse (in random order):

1. His Generosity
2. His Patience
3. His green eyes
4. His hair (when we first met, he had the most beautiful long, wavy hair I had EVER seen on a man)
5. His taste in cars
6. His fathering
7. His love

Seven things I say most often:

1. “What the f*ck!”
2. “Jerry, would you do me a favor?”
3. “Whatever”
4. “No, Max”
5. “You, too!”
6. “Sorry to be a pain, but…”
7. “I love you, too”

Seven books I read (in random order). I don’t have a list of favorites because I don’t have a lot of time to read for "pleasure."

1. CPT Code Book
2. Medicare Desk Reference for Hospitals
3. UB92 Editor
4. Coders’ Desk Reference
5. The Story of the Little Mole Who Went in Search of Whodunit
6. Little Golden Book – Chicken Little
7. Bubble Gum, Bubble Gum

Seven movies I watch over and over again (in random order):

1. Shawshank Redemption
2. When Harry Met Sally
3. You’ve Got Mail
4. Pulp Fiction
5. Office Space
6. Dazed and Confused
7. My Fair Lady

Seven people I’m curious about that I’d like to join in if you haven’t already:

1. Cricket
2. Cat
3. Scissorbill
4. Suzanne
5. Julie
6. You, because you want to partake in the fun as well
7. And, You, too!