Friday, January 2, 2009

Honesty Is Such A Lonely Word.

I got this baby from Lisa at The Butterfly Farmer. Not a huge fan of meme's myself, I considered blowing this off for all of 3 seconds, before deciding that in the spirit of the New Year and fresh starts (and because I like Lisa :), I will take part in this HONEST game and fulfill what has been asked of me. I also liked the way Lisa tagged us by saying, " these are some people I wouldn't mind knowing some more honest stuff about".

So, Let's start with the rules:"The honorees are to: a) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep! B) pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap."

Instead of passing this on to 7 bloggers, I think all of my fellow bloggers embody the spirit of the honest scrap, so I implore any of you to feel free to take this and run with it!!

Who said this was gonna be easy? Here goes:

1. When I was a kid in third grade, I hated my teacher, Mrs. Reeves, so much that I used to fantasize about running away during class and running all the way home. I almost got my wish because on the second-to-last day of school, she grabbed me by the arm so hard that I ended up kicking her in the leg to break free from her grip, and then ran like a maniac out of the school and up the street. I didn't make it far. Our Principal, Miss Hadelski, who everyone thought was meaner than Mrs. Reeves, drove up behind me in her car and brought me back to school. At the time I was so scared! Scared out of my mind! This was the most HORROR I had ever faced in my young life and my behavior could be construed as that of a wild, out of control child. I think I was acting out of pure instinct to survive. Much to my surprise, Miss Hadelski was very nice to me and understanding and I didn't get into any trouble. What's interesting is that they NEVER called my mom. And mean old Mrs. Reeves spent the next day, the last day of school, taking me out in the hallway, trying to bully me into telling my mom. (you'd think she would have called my mom herself... hmmm) I told her I would tell my mom. I told her anything to get her off my back, but I never told my mom. I walked around for years with so much guilt and worry that my mother would find out until I was old enough to realize that I had been the victim of abuse. I think I still hate Mrs. Reeves.

2. I like liverwurst. Really, I do. And I especially like it with onions.

3. I cry at every and any sappy, sentimental, silly moment possible. It's a curse really, and I SUCK at trying to conceal it. I was watching the Brady Bunch with my kids the other day and I got all choked up over the episode when Jan decides she wants to be an only child...I am such a loser.

4. When I see a woman wearing a wedding ring, my thumb instinctively rubs over the vacant area on my ring finger where my wedding ring used to be. This always happens to me and I often wonder what it is about that specific symbol of marriage that makes me react that way. Could it be because my ex broke into my home and stole ALL of my jewelry, including my wedding ring? (oooh, did I say that out loud?? I'm sorry, the police have not confirmed that) Not that I would have ever worn it again. My first reaction after the theft was, "Good. It all held bad karma anyway." But now, three years later, I'm still pissed off.

5. I have great teeth. And for some reason they are naturally super white. I went to go have them bleached last year and they laughed at me, telling me the result would not be any different considering my teeth already matched their whitest result. But I insisted, and they gladly took my $400.00 . I walked out of the office an hour later with neon white/blue teeth. They were TOO white and I was embarrassed to smile for a few days. Chalk that up to an expensive lesson.

6. I am a pocketbook FREAK! The more expensive the better. The problem is that once I get the bag I desire, I am already on the hunt for my next victim. And once I'm done with a bag I rarely, if ever, use it again. My Guy kids me all the time about selling my cast offs on EBAY and financing a trip around the world with the proceeds. HA!

7. I am a very good golfer. I could be a great golfer if I played more. I figure I'll save that for when I slip into my golden years. Then I'll be able to kick all my fellow silver-haired doll's asses with pleasure.

8. Now that my kids are both teens, I let them swear. A little. You know, I let the occasional "shit" and "ass" slide. My fourteen year old has even dropped an f-bomb in front of me. I try not to let that one go-unless it is absolutely necessary-in context.

9. I am SUPER touchy feely. My poor Guy!! I am constantly pawing him and kissing him and my kids too! But I have recently realized, much to my delight, that I don't do it because I seek their acceptance. I do it because it's so much a part of who I am, that I need to express that physical love in order to be the best me possible. It's more about me than it is about them. (funny-when I'm not all over them-they immediately wonder if I am OK)

10. I don't pretend to have all the answers, or be "holier than thou", nor do I consider myself to be damaged goods just because I am divorced. I think I am a splendid example of a strong, surviving woman who is lucky enough to have risen from the ashes, better from the experience to tell the story. And tell the story I will.

20 comments:

SouthernBelle said...

Wow, what a fantastic list.

Thank you for deciding to take part, because I love learning this kind of stuff about people!

That teacher sounds so awful. These days she'd get fired for that sort of gear.

Scope said...

Great post. I will not, however, be picking up the torch on this. I'm hoarding my honest things for my 100th post. Trying to do 100 things like Sass tried. Granted, I won't be there until around Valentine's Day, but 100 is a lot, and organization is required.

But I love the part about not being damaged goods. Just because your marriage didn't work doesn't make you a failure or a loser or an idiot. It makes you human. What's that saying: Failure is not getting knocked down. Failure is not trying to get back up.

You KNOW what I'm talking about.

Julia@SometimesLucid said...

Wow! What a great role-model to all of us! Thank you for that post.

Dr Zibbs said...

Great list. That teacher story gave me an idea for a post. Also, I knew you were divorced but I thought you were remarried?

Cora said...

Fabulous list! :-)

I'm proud to be divorced too. If you met my ex, you would sooooo understand why. He cheated on me, wiped out our savings account, maxed out the credit card and ran off with some bimbo and left me to care for our new baby by myself. Yeah, that hurt (A LOT) at the time. But, you know, I'm glad it happened now. Extremely glad. I have seen what my life would have been if he had stayed (I see what hell his new wife goes through because of him) and I can say for certain my daughter and I are far better off without him. If I had to do it all over again, I would do it exactly the same. Although, admittedly, I would hide the credit card from him and not put his name on the bank account - but otherwise, no regrets. And I definitely learned how strong I am from all of this, so woo-hoo!! :-)

LegalMist said...

Awesome list. Thanks for sharing!

Heff said...

Liverworst. Ewwwwww.

Some Guy said...

Nice job! I think it's cool you let your kids swear. By the time I was in high school my parents stopped giving a shit about bad language. It was nice not having to censor myself.

Rick said...

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~E said...

I hoped you bruised that nasty old hag! A nun once rapped me across the knuckles so hard one of them split open and bled. I wanted to punch her in the eye. But I didn't...because...well, because she's a nun and I didn't want to burn in hell for all eternity.

Ahh...the awesomeness that was Catholic school. It's no wonder I turned out to be such a deviant.

BeckEye said...

Very insightful and interesting list. But now I kind of hate you a little because you have naturally perfect, pearly white teeth. :)

Tash said...

I did this same meme, and one of the things on my list was also about a really mean teacher. She was so mean that I think I've blocked out her name...I can't remember it to this day.

Vodka Mom said...

OMG! I love damn liverwurst. I really do.
I ALSO cry at every stupid hallmark commercial, movie and sometimes even at NOTHING.
I also love that you called a purse a pocketbook. So do I.

Marty said...

At a Christmas party the other night (with a Dentist friend of mine) I made my true confession, "I love teeth!" He winced and told me it is very good that I am not a Dentist.

P said...

Re: number 5, I'm laughing imagining you looking like Ross from "Friends" when he had his teeth whitened. lol.

mike said...

Great list. I also have nice teeth. But they could be whiter, thanks to all of the coffee I drink. I like chopped liver (is that the same thing?) And sometimes it "gets dusty" in my house when a sappy movie comes on. Like Rudy... it always kills me when little Sean Austin finally gets in the game! I would be a better golfer if I played more often, but for now I am terrible.

Scope said...

I remember back in the day when Oscar Mayer Braunschweiger came in the tube with the little porthole in the side and you could squeeze some out like the Play-Doh Fuzzy Pumper Barber Shoppe from HELL!

As an adult, I like it with a Trisket with a little pickle chip on it.

pure evyl said...

I'm not to big on liverworst. But I do use potted meat as a dip with Chee-toh's.

Great list. And you are correct in saying that sometimes the f bomb is the only thing to use in context.

Axe Victim said...

Giggiddy.

LYDIA said...

Aww, my strong, splendid Candy. I love you! If you ever decide to get rid of your bags, let me have a peek!