Tag I’m It or Six Degrees of Weirdness

Well.  Sit down for this one people — I have good news! 

Yes, I’ve been waiting forever to be able to report this amazing development. 

Duhn Duhn Duhn…

I was finally tagged by the lovely Nikole to answer the six questions!!

What?  Oh!  You thought I might have good news on the pregnancy front?!  Pshaw, silly bear.  That really would be earth-shattering.

Nikole was nice enough to say she hoped I ‘didn’t mind’ getting tagged. Does the chubby girl with the camel toe and the head gear MIND being asked to the prom?  HELLS NO. So thank you Nikole!

Here’s what pops into my mind:

1.  When I was little, three or four I think, I flushed my pacifier down the toilet by accident.  I called it a ‘bobby’ and I loved that thing more than life itself.  To this day, I can vividly remember the exact moment I leaned over the bowl to reach for the handle…as soon as I started that swirling water in motion – so it was far too late to take it back – my bobby fell out of my mouth and down the drain it went.  I’m tearing up just thinking about it.  Later that night when I was inconsolable, my mother yelled at me to "stick my damn thumb in my mouth."  And thus a long-term thumb-sucker was born (see above re:  head gear.)

2.  My maiden name is very common, one of the most prevalent last names around, so my mom named my sister and me very usual first names.  Watson was my middle name, but when I took BeBop’s name as my own, I was forced to drop it.  Which was sad, because it was my grandmother’s maiden name and she rocked. 

3.  A couple of years ago, my mom and I spent a week at a health ‘spa’ (very liberal use of the word spa here.)  You go there to cleanse your system, and the whole program revolved around raw foods, wheat grass juice, and colonics.  That’s right.  Colon cleansing as part of a vacation YOU PAY FOR.  You start off with a three-day juice fast, and then integrate raw and sprouted foods into your diet as the week goes on.  You have to cut and juice your own wheat grass three or four times a day.  To this day when I enter a Jamba Juice the smell of wheat grass makes me gag.  The funniest part (well, really, what’s NOT funny about a colonic?) was that at the end of the week they held a talent show.  Guests got up on stage and performed, one guy was a magician (in his non-colon-cleansing life) and he ate a light bulb.  WHICH, hello, was totally NOT on the diet.  The whole thing was like summer camp with enemas!  And although I did feel cleansed by the time I went home, apparently the raw food diet caused my entire digestive system to shut down and I didn’t poop for like a month.

4.  My younger sister and I are seven years apart, but when we’re sporting similar haircuts people often mistake us for twins.  I LOVE it when that happens, she hates it. 

5.  I was a Congressional Page in Congress when I was 15.

I know:   NERD ALERT NERD ALERT NERD ALERT

6.  BeBop has been a full-time student for the last five years (since getting laid off in the Great Dot Com Disaster of 2001) and I’ve been the sole breadwinner in my family. Not that that’s ever easy, but in Northern California it’s especially challenging to be a one-income family.  I’d love to be able to say I’ve handled that with grace and good humor, but alas it’s been very difficult.  Very often I have been a total, complete be-YOTCH about the whole thing.  To be painfully honest, I think that stress has contributed to our infertility issues.  He’s done now and finally working, so I’m hoping that helps things along in some way.

So, because I’m still the main breadwinner in the family, I better get my ass back to work.  Peace out homies.